"Which one of you is it?" Cyrus walked in with a stone-like tone. The agents shoot him a look of confusion, concealed fear. He pulls his gun, "Which one of you is the FBI agent?" he asks, softer toned than before. Almost like a disappointed parent confronting a child. No one answers. Cyrus stills, eyes glaring deep into Reid's before moving to Emily's, searching for a sign of guilt or fear. The agents profiling skills aided their ability to control their expressions enough to evade his silent interrogation. "Why do you think one of us is an FBI agent?" Reid asks, trying to mellow the shakiness of his voice. Emily read the cues in the room, it was now or never. This was going to end with punishment, possibly death. If not to one of them then both. Cyrus points his gun towards Reid's face and his eyes glistened with a fear that splintered Prentis' heart. Emily had always carried herself as a strong, resilient girl. She had feelings and felt them deeply but had an amazing capacity to compart-mentalize when she needed to. And in this job, she often needed to. She could not see Reid get hurt as she stood idly by, not again. Tobias almost ruined him. She was tough enough to handle this.

"Me, its me." She said sternly, feeling Reid's burning stare from her peripheral. She looks down and away, a strange mixture of fear and shame she has felt a few times in dire situations. Never sure she was doing the right thing, saying the right thing by trusting her gut. She did not have much more time to think before Cyrus grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into another room. "I told you not to put me in this position!" He breathes angrily, throwing her to the ground. She sits up and meets his eyes just as his foot connects with her torso. She let out a grunt of pain, forgetting for just a moment that the team could hear her ordeal. She wanted to be strong for them, but the red heat in her ribcage made that increasingly difficult. He kicks again before smashing her face first into a mirror, whispering justifications of his torture through scripture. He strikes again and she cries out. She is aware that the team can hear now, but the sound does not ask permission before leaving her lips. "I can take it." She says steadily, trying to convince the team not to risk the entire operation for her safety. She knew this would antagonize Cyrus, but it was the only way. "Oh, you can take it?" A wicked smile curls at the corner of his lips. He hits her again, and she repeats her message to the team. All that is heard through the earpiece is grunts and cries of pain mixed with hard blows. They could only imagine what kind of pain she was experiencing.

It had all flipped so fast, Emily found herself in a similar state of obliviousness to what was occurring. She opens her eyes to his smug smile hovering above her, ripping open her blouse. Another punch. She bites her lip to stifle the scream to a whimper. He bites her neck, he bites her breasts. She begins to bleed although that injury is a mosquito bite when compared to her ribs. This time she makes a conscious choice to stay quiet, the only sounds she will possibly allow to escape her lips are occasional cries of pain. The team can not hear this. They can not know. Reid would be destroyed, their trust in her strength would be destroyed. His anger quickly shifted to lust, though it was hard to see the difference in his eyes. He places his arm over her neck, elbow pressing against her carotid artery so hard she begins to fade to black. She barely notices his removal of her belt and his quick yank of her pants to her knees. His arm moves off her neck right before she passes out. She wishes it hadn't. Her underwear are ripped off of her in a swift motion. His arms hold hers above her head as his bony knees dig into her thighs so hard she fears a bone will break. Emily isn't naive, she knows what is about to happen. There is no pleading from her, partly due to the fact that she wants the team to be oblivious to this situation and partly because she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.