Pressure pulsed against her head. It felt as if her skull might explode at any moment. Kate drifted back into consciousness. Pain radiated down her back and into her neck.

As her mind began to pull itself from the haze, she became aware of the scratchy rope tied to her legs and wrists. Her stomach churned. Something was very wrong. The lids of her eyes found the strength to open. It was only then that she realised she had been hung upside down.

She jerked around in shock as everything came back to her. Bradley's house. Francine Handon. The hand over her mouth. The sudden movement made her swing from side to side.

Her brain began to process what she was seeing. Her body hung from a steel beam. The room was cold. Very cold. The concrete beneath her had a small sheet of ice developing. But beyond that, she realised her shirt and pants had been torn away from her body, leaving her almost nude.

Footsteps clicked on the floor. She twisted from side to side trying to see where they came from. Then, from behind a concrete pillar, came Damien Bradley. She let her body go completely limp and watched him carefully as he came to sit cross legged about three feet from her. The room was silent except for the creaking of the beam as Kate swung.

"Hello, Detective. It's nice to finally have some time alone with you." He spoke tauntingly, with a cocky tone in his voice. "You kept something from me all that time we spent together."

The muscles in her chest tightened. He knew.

A devilish grin appeared on his face. "Your team doesn't know why this case impacted you so much, do they? They think it's just because you're a passionate detective."

Kate didn't want to speak to him; to let him know that he had got to her.

"You're not very talkative, detective." He sighed. "That's no fun. Why don't we play a game?"

Kate met his black eyes. She knew as soon as she did it that it was a mistake. That small amount of interest caused a demonic grin to stretch across his face.

"For each thing you tell me about yourself, I'll tell you a name of a girl that I raped."

Emotion exploded in her chest. All her training had taught her that you don't give personal information to perps, but there were families out there that needed closure.

Before she could answer, he pulled a scrap of paper and a pen from his pocket. "I'll even write it down for you."

Kate bit her lip. "Fine." It was the first word she'd spoken. The pressure from being upside down made her voice crackly and weak.

"That's more like it detective." He shuffled a foot closer to her. "Tell me, what are you hiding from your team?"

Kate felt tears well up in her eyes but she refused to let them go. "I am…I was beaten when I was younger."

"Who hit you?"

"My brother."

Damien smirked and scratched something down on the paper he held. "Ella Gold. 2003." He looked back to Kate. "What did your brother do to you?"

"He beat me to the ground. He beat my mom to the ground. He almost killed me twice."

"How did he try to kill you?" He watched her as if he was an interested schoolboy learning something fascinating.

Kate exhaled as an attempt to keep her face stern. "Once when my parents went away, he tied me up in the basement… and tortured me. He cut me… burned me with cigarettes… poured water down my throat until I passed out."

Damien traced a finger along the scarred sling of her stomach. The exact spots where the cigarettes had burned all those years ago. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for his repulsive touch to stop.

His fingers pulled away from her. She opened her eyes to see him writing another name down. "Kelly Bridges. 2005. What else did he do?"

Kate wriggled in her ropes. "He tried to hang me. He tied a rope around my neck…" Flashes of the noose ran across her vision. "And made me stand on a stool that I could barely reach."

"Hmm…" He tilted his head to one side. "How did you get out of it?"

"My neighbour came in and rescued me. Called children's services too."

"Very good, detective. Julie Garcia. 2007." He adjusted himself as if he was getting comfortable. "Now, how did you get away from your brother?"

Kate sealed her lips and tried to twist herself away from him. She wouldn't. She couldn't. That was so far in the past.

"Hey! How did you get away from him?" He said again with force.

Kate clenched her jaw and closed her eyes.

"Detective…" He stood from where he sat. "I'm getting bored, and you want to know what happens when I get bored?" He ran his fingers smoothly down her left leg and flicked the elastic her underwear. Kate wanted to crawl out her skin. "I look for something new to do."

Kate let a tear slip from her eye. At that moment, Bradley knew he had broken her.

"How did you get away from your brother?"

"I didn't!" Kate screamed, her tears escaping. They dropped straight from her eyes to the ground. "I killed him! He came after me and mother with a gun and I stabbed him!" She huffed with the emotional and physical weight she carried. "I killed my own brother!"

Damien was silent for once. The room was filled with her pain-filled sobs. But then the most horrible sound resonated through the area.

Damien's laugh.

As he chuckled, he sat back down and wrote another name on the paper. He didn't bother to say it out loud this time.

As his fit of laughter subsided, he asked another question. "What happened after that, Kate?"

Kate sniffed. "My mother disowned me. She kicked me out to go and live with an uncle."

"Why did she kick you out?"

"After I…I killed him, she couldn't bare the sight of me. She told me I was worth nothing."

The grin of his face make Kate's stomach turn. "How did that make you feel?"

The way he mimicked the soothing voice of a caring psychologist sent shivers down Kate's spine.

She didn't want to answer him. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. But she needed to keep him talking.

"I felt like I was a murderer; like everything that he had done to me didn't matter. My mother pushed for a court case. She…she wanted me in jail. But my neighbour told the police what she had seen, and Children's Services…they already had a report."

"How did you get away from your past?"

Kate closed her eyes. "I changed my last name, I moved cities. I was never convicted of anything, and my Children's Services records were sealed under my old name."

"What was your old name?"

She glared at him. "What does it matter?"

The right side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "It matters to me."

Kate felt every atom of her being trying to push the name back down her throat as if her body rejected her saying it again. Her body lost, and she blurted it out quickly. "Wilkinson."

"You wanted to run from your past. But you couldn't, could you? Tell me, why did I choose you to come play this game?"

Kate's eyes flung open. "Because you're a psychopath!" she spat.

"Ah, ah, ah," Damien scolded. "The truth…or I might start getting bored."

The truth boiled in Kate's body. It felt as if she let it out, her body would burn and shrivel. But she had to talk. "When I was in college, I started having…flashbacks…panic attacks. Every time I saw that someone had been stabbed on the news, I couldn't even move."

Kate could see Damien's breathing start to pick up and his dark pupils widening. "You were damaged,"

"I went to a public mental health office, then to a psychiatrist, and was diagnosed with PTSD."

Damien's hand moved down to his crotch and he began to rub himself through his pants.

"How did you become a cop with PTSD?"

"I worked hard. I worked so hard because I wanted to help people like me. I passed the psych evaluation with flying colours.

"But you still have PTSD?"

Kate closed her eyes. She couldn't watch him rub himself anymore. "It'll stay with me for a long time."

Damien leaned in close to her face. "You're just like all the other girls. No one is going to believe you. But I'll know. I'll always know."

Kate refused to open her eyes.

"I wanted to run you know." He leaned his forehead against her body. "But once I found out about you from my lawyer, I knew I needed one last..." His thumb stroked her face. "One last girl to be loved by me."

Kate knew she should be panicking. She knew her heart should be beating fast. She knew she should be screaming. But it was if she was too tired to try; as if there was no point to her fighting back. Her eyes stopped looking at him, instead looking beyond him and doing her best to somehow leave her body so she wouldn't have to experience what was about to happen.

Damien didn't care. He just kept talking. "Tomorrow, I'll be long gone. Out of this country and out of reach of you and your courts." He let out a chuckle. The laugh sent a shiver down Kate's spine. "But I'll be able to relive this whenever I want to."

He pointed across the concrete to where a camera sat atop a tripod, the red like flashing. "I'll be able to relive this every day, Kate." His hands grabbed her hair roughly and they pulled her towards his face. He inhaled her scent like an animal sniffing its prey. "I'll remember how you struggled, how you felt, how you tasted."

Kate wanted to vomit. She wanted to pass out. She wanted the scream. And most of all, she wanted to wake up and realise that it was all a dream, but that wasn't going to happen.

The squad room was chaos. Phones rang, paper flew around, detectives ran from one another's desks, and many stood around a large board where an intricate investigation had begun.

Kate had been missing for two hours. There had been no sign of her anywhere. No eye witnesses, no cars stolen, and no indication where Bradley had taken her.

Olivia pointed to a board covered with photos and maps. "He has to be within this area. He escaped on foot. What's abandoned around there?"

Amanda stood up. "They checked all buildings in a mile radius. There's nothing abandoned. Nothing that fits his M.O."

"Well they didn't just disappear! Get me building specifications, now!" Olivia ordered. "Where the hell is Barba?!"

Nick answered from his desk. "I called his office. They said he should be here soon. He was on the M train that broke down an hour and a half ago. There's no service down there."

"So he doesn't even know she's missing?"

"I suppose not." Nick answered.

"God damn it," Olivia slammed her hand on the desk. "This bastard has gotten to too many women, he's not going to get one of ours."

Finn hurried into the room. "We've shut down the area around the house. Car checks in and out of the area."

"We know this perp! He knocks them out, he takes them somewhere abandoned, rapes them and releases them within forty eight hours. We've got no reported car jackings and no one saw him walk out. He has to be in that area!"

"What's going on?"

Olivia spun to see a concerned Barba staring at the commotion. "Bradley. He shot his Francine Handon."

Carisi stood up. "And he got Kate."

Barba's heart dropped. Worry, panic, anger and sadness pulsed through his veins. When he opened his mouth he wasn't sure what emotion was going to come out. "How did this happen?!" The anger actually surprised him. "What leads do you have?"

Olivia explained that he took her somewhere on foot, but the search had come up empty.

Rafael wanted desperately to hold Kate. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to kiss her. But he couldn't. He felt an anger so strong boil up inside of himself. He had always believed in justice and fairness, but at that moment his fingers yearned for Damien Bradley's throat.

"I've got the specs!" Amanda yelled, pulling them up on the large TV. "There's no tunnel systems under this part of town and the only access to the sewers is three miles away."

The team stared at the specs. Rafael remembered something in the back of his head. "What part of town is this?"

"104th St." Nick answered.

Rafael searched his memory, vaguely remembering a Christmas party on that side of town where he was shown a passage way. "That part of town has passage ways that were built in the prohibition era that lead to the old train station."

"Those won't show up on sewer or tunnel charts," Amaro chimed in. "The city closed all those off in the late eighties."

"Get the specs for Bradley's house. Get the earliest one we can find." Olivia yelled.

"On it!" Amanda began typing furiously at her computer.

Rafael, for the first time since he was a child, bit his finger nails. He paced backwards and forth along the length of the squad room.

"Yes!" Amanda yelled. "I've got the specs from 1987. There's a tunnel from Bradley's house to the old train station on 94th."

"That train station got knocked down a year ago." Carisi said.

"They started building office blocks on it last year, but the company ran out of funding," Amanda said.

Olivia tensed up. "What happened to the building afterward?"

"Nothing." Nick replied. His eyes widened. "It abandoned now."

"That fits the M.O. I'll call the SWAT team for back up." Olivia ran into her office and strapped her holster to her hip with determination.

Rafael let out a breath, but his heart was still thumping in his chest.

It had been an hour. An hour of Damien Bradley taunting her, and making her describe what her brother had done to her in graphic detail. But Kate could see he was getting bored, and a mischievous look had appeared in his eyes.

"Let's have some more fun. Some more 'adult' fun." He smirked.

He stood from where he sat next to her, and disappeared for a moment. A rough, repetitive scrape echoed in the concrete building. Damien emerged pulling a ripped, dirty mattress along the ground.

Kate realised that this was it. This was the moment all this horror was leading up to. She squirmed in her ropes. He let the mattress flop onto the ground and pushed it with his foot until it was positioned under her hanging body. From his back pocket, he produced a small, orange box cutter. Balancing on the mattress, he reached to the rope holding Kate onto the beam and sliced the blade across it.

Kate's body slammed onto the mattress. Black spots covered her vision as the blood finally ran down from her head. She shook her skull from side to side, but it didn't help. She felt faint and like her stomach was going to push through her body and out her mouth.

The mattress around her sunk down with the weight of Damien. He kneeled down in between her legs. Roughly, he dragged his hands down her body, leaving a trail of red, irritated skin. Kate squirmed under his repulsive touch.

"Don't fight me, darling." He said in an eerily calm voice.

He scrapped his finger nail across her already scared skin, leaving a line of blood and ragged skin. Kate let out a yelp.

"Detective, you are going to enjoy this." He grabbed a fistful of her hair. She screamed in pain. "You know you will."

He laughed, and unzipped his pants.