Cyrus is eerily quiet during this encounter, occasionally stating some scripture verses that he believes can be perverted into justifying the terrible things about to happen. His grip around her wrists tighten exponentially as he positions himself between her and without warning thrusts his full self into her. She cries out at the sharp and unexpected entrance. He makes a quick jerk to her wrists and Emily immediately felt something pop. Her right wrist had to be broken, though the pain was a whisper of what it would have been had she not been in the middle of being torn apart. With her injured, Cyrus only needed one hand to hold her two wrists and took his other to cover her mouth. He continues to pump in and out harshly while she quietly cries in pain, refusing to look at the man she is sure she will die by the hand of. His hot breath fills her ear and he slowly moves down, licking and kissing and biting her neck and chest only slightly more aggressively than a lover would. Emily feels sick to her stomach as his pace quickens, though she knows that means this will be over soon. He takes her breast into his mouth and bites down on her nipple as he climaxes, thrusting one final and harsh time into her bleeding core.

The hot liquid that fills Emily's body floods her mind with shame. Suddenly, the feeling of being torn in half repeatedly becomes a pounding ache echoing the previous pain. He pulls out of her and pulls up his own pants before pulling up hers. He does not bother to buckle the belt as he chuckles a statement about 'Gods Will' and exits the room. Finally, the world stops moving so fast. Emily has time to process what the hell just happened. She was headstrong and brave. Then she was on the floor pinned. How had he gotten her pants down? The pain from her wrist was growing from the cuffs he has used to keep her on the bed and her entire body felt pain she had never known. Every time her mind would try to process the events preceding the moment she was currently in she shut it down. She told herself she would process when she was safe. She would deal with this when she was safe, but for now she needed to lock it away. If she were being honest, she would have known that she would never want to unlock that memory. She drifts off to sleep and is awaken with a startle that makes her heart pound. She can't go through this again. Her eyes fly open and are met not with Cyrus', but warm eyes of a women on his compound. Jessica Davies mother. She helps Emily by tenderly wiping the blood off of her face, and buckling her belt, giving Emily a sad look as if she had been in this position before. Emily convinces her to help her take the children to the tunnels at three A.M in her later visit after Morgan is able to communicate via laser pointer. Emily swore this job seemed like a poorly written movie sometimes.

Three A.M rolls around and they are shuffling the women and children through the tunnels, Emily urging them to hurry as the building is going to explode. She sees Morgan and her heart feels as if it is going to burst out of her chest, the first inkling of safety in two days. She tells him they need to find Reid but he makes her leave with the women and children and promises he will get Reid out. She silently prays he is right. She almost chuckles at the irony of prayer after the way religion had been used against her that night, but a chuckle could not be had while she awaited the fate of two of her closest friends. She stumbles away when an explosion erupts, tossing her to the ground. Her ears wring and the fall irritates her ribs and wrist even more- but these problems fade into nothingness when she sees Morgan and Reid safely walking towards her. She grabs onto Spencer, hugging him close in a way that half was to assure herself he was safe, and to half assure him she was safe. She could feel the palpable guilt emanating off him, but she clung to him as he helped her limp back to the van.