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Day 2:
Jason cracked the whip in the air a few times. I immediately felt my heart fall to my feet. He walked around me a few times and finally stood behind me.
I heard the crack of the whip and then a burst of pain on my back. It felt like I had been stabbed and someone pulled the knife down my back.
I felt a scream escape my lips as he hit me at least three more times. Each time I felt like I couldn't take anymore pain.
He finally stopped after what felt like an eternity. I feel the heat radiating off my naked back. My head is pounding, my back hurts more than everything, the swelling in my eye is forcing it closed.
"That will teach you to disrespect me." Jason mumbled.
He went back to the table and rummaged through a tool box and pulled out a rectangular box about the size of his hand. He pressed a button and a small light began to light up the area where he was momentarily.
"Your FBI pals aren't going to come and help you. If they are in the best in the country they would have found us by now." Jason sneered.
"They will find me." I said matter of factly.
I had faith in the team. For the first time in my life I had a family. An actual family that loved and cared for me. The team felt like family. Aaron, JJ, Spencer, Emily, Morgan, Rossi- they have been so kind to me and treated me as their own. They wouldn't stop looking until they found me, I'm sure of it.
"They never will. I'm sure of it." Jason sneered.
What if the find me but it's too late? I don't think I can take much more of this. I had a swollen eye, split lip, various cuts. I had been tortured, my body can't take this, no ones could. I haven't ate or drank since who knows how long.
The realization came to me that I'd never see them again. I'd never hear Spencer's google talk. I'll never get to meet Garcia. I'll never get to have a girls night with Emily and JJ. I'll never get to try Rossi's Italian food. I'll never get to joke with Morgan. I'll never see Hotch and his rare smile.
I can't take much more of this. Just thinking about not seeing the team again broke my heart. They have to know that I fought it off as long as I could.
Jason stood close to me, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He brought the taser to my stomach. He pressed the button and I felt electricity jolt up my spine.
For the first time in 24 hours I let myself feel sorry for myself and cry. I cried until there was nothing left. I faced the facts, I have no chance of getting out of here alive. I'll never see Emily, JJ, Hotch, Spencer, Morgan, or Rossi again.
My head feels fuzzy, the room seems to spin before my eyes. I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me.