Her Oldest And Biggest Fan
Chapter 54
A/N I wanted to let people know that this chapter is a little more adult content and might not be suitable for kids/young adults. It might bring flashbacks to anyone with trauma in their past. So please read at your own risk. For those that might not have a problem, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Please feel free to review and tell me what you think. I am trying to make this as real as possible. But bare with me if I get some of it wrong. Thank you for reading. And thanks to those that review. Love hearing from you.
"Will! Stop it!" JJ yells at the top of her lungs. See, Will had her tied up, on a bed. Arms and legs spread. Still clothed, but her sleeves had been ripped off. Her pant legs ripped up the seam. He was burning her with lit cigarettes. On her upper arms. Between her shoulder and elbow. Tears are running everywhere. She's shaking from pain and adrenaline.
"Jennifer, shut the hell up! You are no in a position to tell me what to do. You are in a position to take what I do and hurt a lot." Will says, with an evil grin on his face.
"Will, damn it! You caused that accident. Not me! You killed Melody and Tom! That was far worse than this ever will be!" JJ's voice gets high and low. Her throat raw from screaming.
"No, you caused me to have that accident. And you haven't even begun to feel the kind of pain I felt. Even with the loss of yours precious Mel and Tom." Will yells, his eyes getting that Dr. Jekel and Mr. Hyde thing.
"You must have been in a lot of pain to make you lose what mind you did have. When my team finds you, you won't have to worry much about pain. Oh, unless you call burning in hell for all eternity pain." JJ says, bracing for Will's next pain infliction. But then she hears a tea kettle go off on a whistle. Will never drank tea. So this scared her. What else does his sick mind have in store for her? She tries to wiggle the ropes at her hands to try to loosen it enough to get out of them. Nothing. Will comes back into the room. Also with supplies. Boiling water, many different items of metal and scissors. He starts to cut away at the shirt and pants. Leaving her in her undergarments.
"What are you doing with that?" JJ asks Will.
"Well, you left me scarred inside and out. I got your insides. Now it's time for your outsides. I guess you can think of this as tattoos or cattle branding. Where do you want the swirl? Lower or upper body?" Will asks, setting the metal in the boiling water. JJ refuses to reply.
"Ok, fine. Hip it is." Will says, and takes the metal out of the water. Bringing it to her hip and searing into JJ's hip.
"Ahh!" JJ yells hard. The burning radiates in all directions. She passes out momentarily.
"Come on Jennifer, wake up and feel all the pain you caused me!" Will yells.
"Will, stop this! Don't you see the wrongness in this? If you are caught you will die in prison. Rape and death of Rebecca Weston. The death of Tom, Melody and Mr. Webber. This incident. If you let me go, I'll tell them you need help and to go easy on you. They will listen to me as I am a federal agent." JJ says, trying to draw air in. The pain had taken her breath away.
"Oh, but I had a good time, more then with Rebecca. Well Melody and about half our female. School population. You know I got away with it? I threatened to kill their pets and family members. Do you remember Lady, your sheep dog?" Will says, grinning.
"Oh God! You killed Lady? Not a coyote?" JJ's face paled even more if possible.
"I sure did. Melody threatened to tell you and John. So poor Lady had to die to get my meaning across to her. Then when you didn't let us happen and the accident happened, the first thought I had when I woke, not in pain, was I was coming for you. My dad helped me keep people away so they wouldn't know I was awake. I don't look exactly the same. The fire burned half of my face. The surgeries were very painful. Then I paid the facility to keep my name as a patient. I killed a cop and took his name. So I'm a cop in name. Roger Witely. Oh how easy it was to follow you, get in your house, place cameras and slice Tom's throat while you slept right next to him. As his blood seeped into your cloths and you were clueless. Although when you barely woke and mistaken me for Tom, I thought I'd wet myself," Will chuckles. "So did Mr. Boss man and the old man enjoy the porno you stared in?" Will refers to the sexual encounter Tom and she had been recorded, then he sent via email.
"Will, that was a beautiful act between two consenting adults. What you did to all those women is wrong. You have to see that! You need help! Not the kind your dad gave you. You need to figure out why you feel that sexual violence is the only way to experience sex. Maybe our parents' sexual encounters caused you to feel angry. And it being of a sexual nature." JJ says, delaying the torture.
"Stop with your psycho babble! Women are dirty, vile creatures! They don't get to have pleasure. They are temptresses! Since the dawn of time. Adam and Eve." Will says, pacing and ranting.
"Will, were you ever abused as a child? Physically, emotionally or sexually?" JJ asks, trying something.
"No! Why would you ask me that?" Will denies. But JJ can see it in his face. The embarrassment. She knew and for a split second felt bad for him. But then the rage and horror came back.
"Will, who was it?" JJ asks, channeling her FBI training.
"Who said I was?" Will asks, surprised.
"Will, you realize what I do for the FBI? What department. The BAU. Behavior Analyst Unit. I can see the hurt in your eyes. I can read your body language and hear it in your voice. Would you like to tell me about it? Who did it to you?" JJ says, trying to use her sweet, understanding voice.
"My dad's sister. She used to babysit me when I was 5. That was my first experience." Will says, quietly.
"You're Aunt Nelly? Didn't I meet her once?" JJ asks, gently.
"Yes, it was her. Yes, you met her our sophomore year. She came to school for a fundraiser." Will says, his back to JJ.
"What happened to her?" JJ asks.
"She mysteriously died in a car accident. Sadly her brake lines failed." Will grins at that statement.
"Oh." JJ says, not sure what to really say to hearing this.
"What? No psycho babble about how I wanted to be with my mom sexually? Isn't that what we sexual deviants admit to a therapist?" Will starts to get angry again. The wrong direction she wanted.
"Will, what you feel is never wrong. It's how you act on those feelings that are wrong. Most people have thoughts of killing someone. But only a small number act on those feelings. That is because if you wait long enough those feeling change and your brain will get logical. Such as if you kill said person, you get caught, go to jail and throw away your life. So then they just drop it. You might have traumatic brain injury or some kind of damage to your brain to cause you to act on your feelings. Chances are it wasn't the accident that caused it. If you 'took care of your aunt' before the accident and hurt all those women. So it might be a disorder. Your father didn't help with all that woman hating. But if you stop all this right now, I can get you the help you need." JJ says, as calmly as she can.
"But I killed Tom and Melody, you'd still help me?" Will asks, confused.
"Yes, I would. Now let me go and we'll get this all straightened out." JJ says, thinking she's gotten this all settled.
"Na. The way I figure it, I'll either go to jail for a long time, if not forever. Or into a nuthouse. That's if I don't die in a hail of gun fire. So I'm going to enjoy torturing you until you die. Then I'm running. Dad's waiting in Mexico for me. He told me to kill who I needed to and meet up with him. We are traveling afterwards." Will says, getting the next piece of metal ready to brand her with.
"Will, you can't do this. I don't want to see you dead. And that's what will happen to you." JJ says, starting to panic at the sight of him heating up the metal.
"I don't care what you want! What makes you think I care?" Will says, getting ready to remove the metal from the fire and place it on JJ.
"Will, please. I'm pregnant. I can see I hurt you. I'm sorry I hurt you and sorry your aunt hurt you. But this child didn't do anything to you. You already killed its father and aunt. Please!" JJ says, trying to wiggle free.
"You're pregnant?" Will asks, in almost another voice.
"Yes. I found out a few days ago. In fact the day you sent that video, Aaron rushed me to the doctors. I was throwing up and dizzy." JJ says.
"Fine. I won't hurt you and the baby right now. Let's hurt your team first. Any objections?" Will asks.
"Nope. They would want me to. How do you plan to get them here?" JJ knows if she can get the team there, they'd take him down. She just wished she wasn't in just her bra and underpants.
"Well, you are giving me Mr. Sexy Boss's number and I'm calling him. No funny business or I'll kill your baby, then you. That should get his attention. Do you have a distress code word?" Will asks.
"Yes. Camping. He will know it's me." JJ says, more calm.
"Ok. What's his cell phone number?"
"889-555-6782." JJ says, confidently.
"I'm surprised you didn't lay into me for whacking old man in the head yesterday. How's he doing by the way?" Will gloats.
"He's fine. Where did you hit him?" JJ asked, confused.
"What do you mean? In the back of the head or in the 'haunted' woods?" Will says, so pleased with himself.
"So they were in the woods and not the pasture?" JJ asks.
"Hmm, so they lied to you. That seems so wrong." Will says, enjoying JJ's shock and betrayal. Little does he know that JJ would except that lie as a lie to protect her. Sure the shock was genuine, but unlike him, she could forgive and forget.
"Well, maybe they were trying to protect my feelings or fear. They were trying to find you to keep this from not happening. Jason needed medical treatment. Or they would have been like a dog with a bone. They would have hunted you down. So it's lucky for you that you hit Jason. So your days would have been numbered." JJ says, a little to giddy.
"Well, Jason is lucky I didn't hit him harder. I could have killed him. But that will come soon enough for Jason. All of them, really. Then you and that bastard you're carrying. Be right back." Will says, leaving the room, ready to up the stakes and get the best BAU team in his den of torture.
