A/N This chapter will come with a warning to not read this if you are sensetive. It will be a little more graphic than it has been.

I'll leave you at that. Enjoy chapter 13!:)

Take a shower!

George contemplated whether or not to keep Emily after the stunt she pulled earlier. The bitch had tried to escape, but to no success of course. She was kind of stupid for thinking it would be that easy. As if he would lock away all the possible weapons, but keep the front door open as a free getaway. Although, he had to chain her during night and when she was alone upstairs because first of all, she could pull something during night like searching for something to use as a weapon and second of all she could easily jump out of the window knowing how crazy she could be. George had thought about removing the pillows and the blankets so that she wouldn't suffocate him during sleep, but at the state she was in he didn't think she had it in her. First of all he would wake up rather quickly and fight her. She was kind of weak. Second of all she probably wouldn't dare. It was one thing to try to escape the front door when he wasn't around, but to try something while he was there would be stupid. Third of all, she wasn't really that smart to come up with it in the first place. George really did have the upper hand; there was no arguing about that. So maybe he should keep her. It wasn't really time to go looking for a new woman to lure since his face probably was all over the news. He could hardly go grocery shopping without being recognized. And he couldn't just get rid of her and live without a woman. Emily hadn't really failed any tests and so far she seemed like the perfect woman, if you overlook all the times she had tried to escape or just hit him. No, she was a keeper, not weak like everyone else. Plus the woman was truly something in the sac, couldn't deny that.

George took a look at the battered unconscious woman lying next to him and a smile crept upon his face. He smiled because he knew she was his forever and because he knew that her friends would never find anything. George was never stupid. They would probably look for old properties in his or some relative's name. But that wasn't the case. Several years ago his wife got all paranoid about a potential stalker and made him buy a safe house in another name where they could live until things calmed down. They did and they moved back but kept the house as a getaway if they wanted a vacation from work or if this stalker would appear again. He didn't though, but the house came in handy anyway it turned out. He turned to his side watching Emily's lifeless body. Her face was slightly bruised from the beatings. It was such a shame that he had to hit her, but the woman needed to learn her lessons. Hopefully she would behave now that she knew that there weren't any ways to escape this place. She would just have to accept it and learn to live with it.

His smile grew wider when Emily started to stir and her eyelids opened.

"Good morning beautiful." he said and she turned her head to meet his eyes.

Her eyes were so beautiful and the lips… Every time he saw them he just wanted to put his own against hers.

"What the hell did you do?" she said a bit groggily.

"You tried to escape." he said matter-of-factly.

"I didn't ask what I did."

Why did she always have to talk back to him? He was annoyed by it and didn't want anything more than to teach her that lesson, but he drew a deep breath and left the bed to do something to forget it.

"Let's take a shower, shall we?"

Emily's eyes grew wide and he found himself liking the fear in them. He helped her out of bed and removed her clothes, with a little resist from her side, before taking her to the bathroom. It was hard taking his eyes away from her naked form. He could feel her body tense in his arms and when he put her down in the shower she started to struggle to get out of there, but to no success. He smiled when he saw how her strength to struggle just faded away and she sat against the shower wall all worn out. Emily looked tired, but still sexy as hell. He removed his own clothes fast just wanting to step into the shower with Emily. He wanted to fuck her so badly right now. When he stepped inside he pulled Emily up on her feet, which would barely hold her up. A couple of hair strands had fallen over her face which he slowly removed before placing a kiss on her mouth, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He was happy when she didn't refuse him thinking that this probably was exactly how she liked it. When he'd explored her mouth he continued to place kisses down her neck and her little whimpers could easily just have been like moans of pleasure, which they probably were. This just motivated him and made his cock harden even more. He couldn't wait any longer. He pinned her arms above her head and forced her legs apart so that he could enter. Emily gave out a scream as he thrust inside of her. She was so beautiful and she felt so good. He sped up his pace and went deep inside of her with every thrust.

"Please…" he heard Emily's small voice beg.

Please what? He wondered. Please go faster? Please go harder? He could do that… and so he did. He moved faster and harder just like she begged him to do and he could feel that he would soon empty himself inside of her. After a few more thrusts he came and pulled himself out of her letting her sink to the floor. Her face was completely blank with no sign of emotion. He had thought she'd at least be happy, but a stone face was better than a face of disgust or crying.

Emily didn't make any effort to wash herself so he gladly put shampoo in her hair and rubbed her body with soap with the prize of getting to touch her some more. After they were done he dressed her in a robe and carried her back to bed thinking that they both probably could use some more rest before breakfast.

Garcia had been searching frequently on her computer looking for something that could lead them to Emily. So far she had come up with a lot, but nothing that could tell them where she was. She had been gone for almost a week now and they weren't getting any closer. When her phone rang she immediately knew who would be on the other side. Morgan was coming home today and she knew that he would call her for updates as soon as he exited the hospital.

"Talk to me babygirl." He said when she picked up.

"Okay. So I found out that his real name is George Ferris and he was married to a Darla Ferris for six years. He worked in advertisement until the day that the second girl arrived and he quit his job. Darla Ferris was a professional lawyer, but she quit her job two years ago through email which her boss surprisingly agreed to. The body they found matched with Darla Ferris and she has been dead for two years so my guess is that she already was dead when she quit. They have lived their whole married life in D.C together at the house where she was found. I actually found her credit records which showed that she had paid for a motel room around her time of death so the theory you had about his wife two-timing him might be correct. His parents have moved to Oklahoma and there aren't any significant places where they lived. We will talk more to the parents to see if they own any cabins or warehouses that aren't in any records."

"That all?" he asked when he noticed that she didn't continue.

"That is all." She confirmed. "Sorry that I couldn't tell you where she is exactly."

"It's alright babygirl. We will find her."

Just when Garcia was to speak again Hotch burst into her office.

"They've found a body. Female, brown hair, brown eyes… We're going to check it out and we'll call to let you know if it's her."

It was like Garcia's heart stopped and she couldn't think straight anymore. Why did she have that nagging feeling that it was Emily they'd found? It couldn't be, though. She couldn't lose her friend; the team couldn't lose one of the best agents. Garcia had still wished to someday see a little Prentiss kid running around their work place and she had hoped that one of the most obvious temptations would turn into something more. She wanted to see Emily finally get the man she deserved and even get married. There was one candidate Garcia had thought of as the obvious one if only they stopped fooling around. Emily was like forty years old now and if they didn't do anything soon it would probably be too late. But why was Garcia thinking about Emily's love life at times like this? It was kind of stupid, but she needed her to come home now so that she didn't have to be scared and alone. She would have a man here waiting for her that could take care of her until it got better. So no, it couldn't be Emily they'd found. It wasn't her time to die because she hadn't had the time to live her life yet. Garcia started to picture Emily dead and tears welled up in her eyes. Just the thought of never seeing her friend again. To not being able to joke and laugh together. Or go out for drinks or stay in to watch a movie. Every working hour would be less fun without Emily in the office.

"Garcia!" Morgan shouted once more and finally broke Garcia away from her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry Morgan."

"Who was that?"

"Hotch. They've found a body matching Emily's description. The team headed…"

She didn't get to finish that sentence before the phone clicked. He was gone. Oh, Derek Morgan. What are you going to do now?

A/N I thought it would be kind of interesting to see the rape from George's POV since I always write the horrible stuff from Emily's.

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Also, I threw in little hints about M/P too:)

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