Thank you for reviewing! We got to over 150! But on a side note. I am not a person to get annoyed, but I need to say it. Twice I have had a review saying not to make Emily and JJ leads if it isn't slash, that it's misleading. But I quite clearly have Derek and Emily in shipping mode as well as saying "(At end, Demily, but til then, team fic with JJ as the bestie)" in the synopsis.

So if there is something else I can do, please let me know. But honestly, I don't know if there is.

Also, I have had a funeral to attend and school has started so I that means I won't be able to write as often.

Also, please just stick with me to the end with this chapter! You'll see why, but trust me, stick with me. Thanks.

Any who, please read on.

20

Emily could only assume that a lot of time had passed since she had passed out. She was alone in the room. At least, she presumed she was. She could hear no signs of any other people; of him, breathing.

That was when the sudden warmth struck her. She was cozy. She had the duvet up around her neck though her wrists were bound yet again. This frustrated her to no end. Why couldn't she just get lucky once? ONCE?! It was damn frustrating. She was not going to lie.

Breathing in deeply and exhaling, she got a sense of the damage to her ribs. At the moment it didn't seem like anything major. Just bruising. But if he kept on like the way he was, then it was very likely that very soon she was going to get hurt worse.

A lot worse.

There wasn't really much that she could do. She started to pull and tug. Both her arms and her feet but it was to no avail. There was no way that she was going to be able to fight her way out of this one. She was going to have to continue to rely whole-heartedly on her team to come through. And they would. She just wasn't sure quite when that would be. And that was eating at her.

She waited. And waited. And then finally she could see the light flooding in as the man opened the door.

He left it open wide, and she couldn't help but wonder why. He then stopped over to where he had been keeping all of the things that he liked to show her.

As he moved towards her he stopped and all of a sudden it hit her. It was blinding at first. She hadn't seen light for so long. She had been trapped in darkness. It hurt so bad that her eyes began to water, and she could taste the salt in her mouth. Her eye lids were quivering as she could only barely manage to keep them open a sliver.

As time passed, they were able to open wider and wider. That was met by a shocking discovery.

"No WAY!" She exclaimed, barely able to hide her astonishment and hatred.

"Yes my Sugar Plum. Now you know why I wouldn't clear you. You were fine months ago. I just couldn't bare not to see you every day."

He moved towards her and sat on the side of her bed after he shut the door to what appeared to be an underground bunker made custom for her. Tentatively, he began to stroke one hand down her cheek "I just love you so much."

She spat out through gritted teeth "And I just hate you so much. My team are coming."

"But, my sweet, they really, truly aren't. Do you want to know where I have just been? Huh?" He paused, giving her the opportunity to speak.

"I have just been to the FBI building. I past your little Spencer Reid geek and that Derek Morgan, and neither of them knew a thing. You are mine now. You'll do what I say, when I say it. We will be happy together, forever."

"And what if I don't listen? What if I choose not to allow myself to fall madly in love with you?"

"Then I will go out and find your boss's son, and that blonde's son. What were their names…? Jack and Henry was it? Yes. And I will do this."

He held up the two photos that were in his hand so that Emily could see. One of sweet little Jack and the other of a smiling Henry. Then he pulled a gun with a silencer from his pants and the next thing that she saw were two smouldering holes through the heads of each of the boys.

"That is what I will do Emily. Now, please, please. Go ahead and ask yourself this. Do you really want the guilt of the murder of either or both of these two little boys to be on your conscience?"

And in that moment that was what tipped the scales for her. She couldn't let them die. That would be worse than this torture. She could cope. They were so young, so innocent.

She began blinking away the tears and looked at him. He looked down at her and expected a reply.

"Fine."

"Oh my Cherub. That makes me so happy. You know what that means right?"

She continued to stare at him, not acknowledging anything that he said. He moved to the end of the bed. He removed his suit jacket and his blazer, then his stripy tie. They were thrown onto the ground. He slowly pulled the duvet off of Emily and the air attacked her. But she noticed that she was fully dressed in wool pyjamas. Where had her blouse gone?

That thought no longer mattered as she felt the socks being pulled from her feet, as well as a certain amount of freedom. The rope had some give. He was the one who had loosened it.

Continuing to stare at him, she watched him remove his pants and then his shirt, until he was left only in his boxers.

"Now, my sweet, we have to seal the deal. As well as begin making our family. We need to start now. I'm thinking 2 or 3 kids. What about you?"

She didn't respond.

"That' okay, we can talk later."

He moved up and straddled her again, but this time she knew where it was headed. He began to lift her top, and kiss her bruised stomach.

"I am so sorry for these bruises sweetie. But you had to learn."

He wanted their first time to be sweet and sensual, but at the same time he knew that Emily Prentiss would take a while to get used to this. To him. So he decided that caring could come in the future. He needed a child, and soon. They were God's greatest gift.

She felt his hands on her. They moved to the waistband of her pyjama pants. With much force they were slid down and then her underwear were too.

She watched as he stood and the he was atop her as bare as she was below the waist.

She had profiled him correctly. And she didn't want this to happen. She knew that if she reacted with force that he would get angry and Jack and Henry would get hurt. But she knew that if she didn't react at all; completely submitted to him, something that she didn't want to happen, would happen.

Then she thought about it, and it might just work.

She held her legs tightly together. The man that the FBI had told her to trust; her psychologist was above her. She could see that he was ready. As he moved, trying to get to a good position, she silently refused.

His large knees were digging into her thighs, as he tried to press them apart. But they wouldn't budge.

It was hurting her like hell, but she refused to let this happen.

He pushed harder, in turn eliciting a gasp from her, but that was it. It was a battle of wills.

'I just have to buy time. I just have to buy time.'

"I'm not ready."

"What?!" He shouted angrily.

"I said I am not ready."

"We are in love. This is what people in love do?"

"You were my psychologist. You know more than anyone what my life was like. How since I've been with…"

Looking at the woman before him he couldn't do that. Could he?

He began to pace. Back and forwards across the room. He got angrier then calmer then angrier again until finally it looked as though he had reached a decision.

He stormed back over to the bed, angrier than she had seen him.

He now had his boxers back on, and she presumed he would cover her up.

Instead he untied her legs and pulled off the two items. She tried to kick him, but he moved away faster.

Then in no time her hands were untied.

This was it! This was her moment! She lunged for him, but found that her attack was truly pathetic. Improper nourishment really did take a toll as well as physical and psychological abuse. He had her pinned on the floor before she knew it and she began to fight him again.

"You don't want to do this."

"Oh trust me, I do."

He pulled her up and took her towards a door. She kept fighting and on the way, he hit her head against the door frame. This settled her down. Blood seeped from what appeared to be a large gash on her forehead. She was shaking.

"But I'm not going to." He finished his sentence from before.

He twisted some digits on a padlock, and then threw her into the little glass cubicle completely naked. It took her a while to register what it was. It was a shower.

"You need one after what happened yesterday." He turned it on "Don't hurry sweetie. I'll be here the whole time. I control the temperature from out here, so if you want it to stay warm, you'll do what I say." He told her, locking her in. He took up his seat next to the shower. Where he could see her, as well as having a view through the door into the other room the entire time.

So to those of you who are reading this, I am glad you stuck with me. Please tell me what you thought. This turned out way differently than I thought it would. And also, who is up for a rescue next chapter? Anyone? Please Review ( : xx