Morgan slowly lifts his head. His mind is still fuzzy from the drugs that had been pumped into him since he had made the mistake of opening his hotel room door. He is bound to a metal chair, cold and uncomfortable. A rag has been tied around his head, tightly gagging him. His jaw and lips ache from pull.
He slowly looks around the room he is in. It is an old warehouse, filled with the detritus of a business long since gone. He looks towards the filmy window, watching dust dance in the moonbeams that cut through the grime.
"I am so totally fucked," he thinks to himself.
When the knock had come at his door he had looked through the peephole but all he could see was the tray. He tried to tell the waiter he had the wrong room but was answered in Spanish. Assuming safety in Phoenix, he had opened the door to explain to the man that he had the wrong room. He had seen the grin and realized in that split second that he had killed himself.
Morgan blinks back tears. "NO! Stop it, Derek. Don't you fucking give up. Emily will call in the team, they'll see the security footage. They'll know. They'll understand. And they will find his ass. Hopefully I'll still be around to see it."
"Ah, Derek, you're awake."
Morgan turns his head as The Puppet Master steps into his line of sight. The man known only to himself as Mitchell Reese smiles at his captive.
"You know, it was supposed to be Emily. Oh, the plans I had for her. I had to rewrite my script a little when I took you instead." He grins at the fire in Morgan's eyes. "Oh, yes, I see you cursing me, thanking God that it was you not her taken. Make no mistake, Derek, I'll have her, too. Some day. In some city. Even if she leaves the FBI in the wake of your death, I will have my time with Emily. With her slutty girlfriend, too. Tell me, Derek, ever join them in a threesome?"
Morgan starts to struggle against the chair holding him, cussing the man in front of him though the gag makes it a pointless exercise. Reese chuckles. He knows once the drugs fully leave Morgan's system he'll better hold his temper. He must have his fun now.
"Oh, I bet you do. May make me break my 'no sleeping with victims' rule and bed them both myself."
Morgan's veins pop out as he struggles against his bonds. Reese just chuckles. He pulls out a knife, twirling it in his hands. Morgan sees it and stills. Reese slowly walks towards his captive. He draws the blade down Morgan's cheek. The agent sits as still as possible. Reese just continues to smile as he slowly cuts the shirt from Morgan's body. When he is done, he strokes a hand down Morgan's cheek.
"There. Now you are ready for my pet."
Reese walks away. Morgan hears a door open behind him, followed by the sounds of two sets of footsteps approaching him.
"Agent Derek Morgan, meet Gloria Steward, my humble servant."
Morgan's eyes widen. It does make sense: the use of candles, clean kills, markers of a female killer. Reese grins as he sees the light shine in the dark man's eyes.
"Gloria, this is the man I told you about. He is the one that helps those men who we must stop. He is the one that aids them in their attempts to hurt women. He hates women and he teaches men how to hurt them in ways that make them suffer long after their initial torture ends."
"Can I kill him now? Can I stop them all by killing him?" she asks eagerly, her eyes wide with hope.
Reese smiles. "Not yet. First we must stop his other helpers. One…one is a woman who will probably come to us."
"Fucking BITCH!"
"Yes, yes she is. Her name is Emily Prentiss. I'll show her to you soon. But she must not die yet. She and this one must be reunited first. It is the only way to truly end their power."
Her fists clench and unclench. "And kill them we will, Master. When the time is right we will slay them both!"
"Yes, Gloria, we will. But first, let him know what happens to his servants. Show him what they must face before they die."
Gloria smiles, her eyes now bloodthirsty. "Yes, Master. I will show him how we use the Club of Righteousness to break his evil spell."
If Morgan had any spit left in his mouth he would have swallowed nervously. As it is he can only watch as Gloria walks to a table in the corner and lifts up a 4' length of 2"x2". One end has been carved down into a handle which is wrapped with batting tape. The weapon actually resembles an oversize cricket bat.
As she gets closer, the agent sees the woman is muttering to herself. Reese smiles and whispers to Morgan.
"She is asking for the strength to teach you the errors of your ways."
Morgan sneers at the man, who steps out of the way, chuckling. Gloria stands to Morgan's right, taking up a batting stance. She glares at him.
"Today we begin the end of your reign of terror."
She swings. Through his gag Morgan screams, the pain more than he had even expected as the wood cracks across his kneecaps. Five more blows to his shins follow. He hates the tears that leak down his cheeks and the screams that rip from his throat.
Gloria then takes a step to her left, raising the club above her head and raining 5 blows down upon his thighs. She then steps back and looks at Reese.
"Is that enough for now, Master?"
Reese smiles, soaking in all of Morgan's pain. "Yes, my pet. For now."
Gloria walks back to the table, once again muttering at the bat. Reese smiles at Morgan.
"She is now thanking the goddess, whatever that is, for helping her with this first lesson. I am thanking God that your cell phone takes video."
Morgan slowly looks up, for the first time noticing that the man is holding his phone. Hope flares in him. It if is on, Garcia can track it. Reese sees the glint of hope.
"Don't get so happy. One, it's on airplane mode. Two, to be safe I turned off the GPS. And three, this old building is lined with lead. No one will know it exists until it arrives at the police station tomorrow."
He powers the phone down, chuckling as the hope dies out of Morgan's eyes.
"Have a good evening, Derek. We'll see you in the morning for your next lesson."
Morgan's head drops back on the chair as his captor and tormentor leave.
"Please, guys…please find me soon. Please. And, God, Emily…be fucking careful!"