Chapter 4

"This is how it's going to work, Agents. Prentiss, you will come with me to pack your stuff, and you Jareau will wait in the car. You can swap over once your wife has finished. Do you both understand me?" Strauss asked

"Yes, Ma'am", Emily answered

JJ snarks, "yeah, that would be EX wife" Strauss shakes her head ", I warned you, Jareau."

Emily gets out of the car and stands at the side, ready for her escort. Strauss opened JJ's door and cuffed her hands behind her back, and closed the door. Strauss is furious at the childish behaviour of the two married agents. She stopped Emily and cuffed her hands behind her back, and ratcheted them a little too far.

"You little bitch got me canned from Quantico to Houston, Derek they haven't decided on his punishment yet. I only hope they decide to keep you in the FBI so I can request your relocation to Houston as my bitch. Because if you think I've been nasty soo far, you wait. Now MOVE!" A furious section Chief shoves Emily forward forcefully enough to make her stumble

JJ laughed at the sight of her Ex, Yes she thinks to herself, Ex-wife stumbling towards the hotel entrance.

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A furious JJ sat in the back of the FBI vehicle, handcuffed like a common criminal. She is sat thinking of ways to make Emily suffer and hears the opposite rear door open, and someone sits down. She turns to abuse Emily some more. Opening her eyes, she sees a strange man sat next to her.

"Hello, Witch!" Smiled the witchfinder general striking JJ on the head with his retractable police baton

Ron dragged JJ's unconscious body to the trunk of the FBI SUV and repositioned himself to blitz the other witch and her apparent boss.

"Where is she?" Strauss asked Emily on returning to the SUV, "you stay here and do not move. Understand?"

"Yes. Ma'am," Emily replied

Strauss marched off towards the SUV, leaving Emily with the bags on the floor. She opened the rear door to find the seat empty

"Oh, your so getting strapped to a transport chair Jareau." A vexed Strauss announced

Turning around, she was shocked to see Emily out cold on the floor.

"Don't say a word, and you will live. I have no issue with you. I want these two witches. Now get into the back and lay down. Handcuff your hands behind your back. Do you understand me?" Ron asked, pushing the knife into her side

Strauss agreed and did as instructed and laid down, securing her hands with her cuffs. Ron bound her legs and gagged her. He quickly dragged Emily's body over to the trunk and threw her in on top of JJ. He drove the SUV away with the three women inside, pleased with himself how easy it had been. He drove for twenty minutes and parked in a deserted garage, and transferred Emily and JJ to his SUV. He covered the FBI SUV with a tarp and drove away to his barn. He would never hurt innocents. It went against his royal ancestor's code. He had plenty of pain to extract from the two unconscious witches in his trunk.

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Hotch, Morgan, Rossi and Reid had been back at the police station for two hours without any sign of Strauss. She should have returned from the airport by now. Morgan tried her work cell phone, then her cell with no answer. He checked with the airline to check Prentiss and Jareau had boarded their flight on time. Panic started to set in when he was told they were a no show.

"They didn't show up for their flight. No one is answering their phone. I'm worried, Hotch; you don't think they did something to her?" A concerned Morgan asked

"I would have said NO three days ago, but now, I just don't know for certain. Get Garcia to trace their phones and SUV GPS." Hotch suggested

"Garcia." Was Penelope Garcia's very plain and boring phone greeting. She was confused. She hated the Prentiss's for the trouble they had brought on Morgan but was hurting for their obvious pain.

"I'm fine, my queen of knowledge. Can you locate Erin's and Prentiss's phones and locate their SUV for me, please?" Derek asked

"Erin's phone? I'm happy for you both. I've never seen you so happy. I'm sorry they got her transferred to Houston. The Prentiss's phones are off, but Erin's phone is with the SUV. You don't think they have hurt her, do you? Location is on your phones." Garcia informed them, "Oh my toned Adonis, we need words when you get back about not telling me about Erin. I am happy for you. Now go get your girl!" Smiles Garcia

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Forty minutes later, the FBI and Salem police vehicles arrived at Garcia's location. Spreading out, they located the SUV under a tarp. Derek Morgan uncharacteristically sprinted to the uncovered SUV looking for his girlfriend.

"Here, Morgan back seat, she's fine, just cold," Reid tells a relieved Morgan

He opened the opposite rear door and started cutting the bindings on her legs whilst Reid fastened the handcuffs. Once released, she slowly got out of the SVU and flung herself at Derek, hugging him and giving him a loving kiss to the amusement of Hotch and Rossi.

"I'm fine, honest Derek. It was the UnSub. He has them both. He got JJ because I left her cuffed on the backseat while I took Emily into the hotel. We got back, and she was gone. He blitz attacked Emily while I checked the SUV. I was pissed at their behaviour again. He had a knife in my side, forcing me onto the back seat, cuffing myself. It's all my fault!" She told her agents

"No, it's not, Ma'am. The blame is with the UnSub and the Prentiss's." Hotch tells a surprised Strauss

Detective Mark Winston approached, "He has my partner as well. I sent a car around to check on her. They found indications of a struggle. Emily was missing." He informed the group.

Morgan escorted Strauss over to the ambulance for her to be checked out. Rossi and Hotch just smiled, shaking their heads.

"That's not a sight I thought I would ever see." Cringed Rossi, "They do look happy."

Strauss had been given a clean bill of health, so they left the scene with the crime scene technicians and decided to look at detective Emily Trent's house.

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Looking around detective Trent's house, they could see he attacked her in the living room, where she must have put up a good defence looking at the damage. Hotch bent down, looking at a pile of broken glass. With his gloved hand, he picks up a false nail with skin attached to it. He handed it over to a crime scene technician and asked for it to be rushed as they might have finally gotten a break in the case.

Detective Winston answered his cell phone and heard the caller suddenly scream and flung his phone at the wall smashing it to pieces. He collapsed to the floor and buried his head in his hands

"They found Emily's burnt body ten minutes ago, her confession and video in the park. All her toes and fingers had been cut off. In the video, she, for some reason, names your missing agents as members of her coven. God, I can only think what he has in store for your agents." An emotional detective tells the agents, ", this video has sound when she is burning, the chief just said..." the detective's emotions get the better of him at the thought of the screaming.

"Come with me, Mark." Morgan lifts the detective and guides him out of his partners' house.

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Ron is relaxing in his house after showering once he returns from disposing of the detective's body in the park. He was pleased with his idea of installing heat resistant microphones to catch the screaming during the execution. He was so excited he almost passed out it was such a turn-on for him. He now watched the occupants of the three isolation cells he had nearly forgotten about Sarah Good after the thrill of breaking the detective. He thought it must be something to do with her job and her daily exposure to criminals.

He started breathing heavily, thinking about the two federal agents from the world-renowned behavioural analysis unit. They hunted serial killers, child rapists, the evilest modern society had to offer. He had already altered things slightly. He had placed devices keeping their eyelids open so he could blast their fight outside the police station back to them in full HD and ear-splitting sound. He was too excited to wait for his normal three days to play. He had decided six hours, and he would play with the married couple together. It should be fun. He laughed out loud.

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The replay of their fight outside the police station finally stopped playing, Emily and JJ hung by their chains. Eyes feeling like sandpaper as they have been unable to blink since waking in the isolation cell. Repeatedly watching her fight, Jennifer had been tough she was waiting for her pain to start.

The door to Emily's isolation cell opened, and Emily finally got to see her attacker for the first time, a nondescript 35-45-year-old male. Emily felt exhausted as the temperature of the cell had been raised during her incarceration. Ron unfastened Emily's arm and legs and pulled her out of the cell. She was exhausted and dehydrated, so she could not offer any form of resistance to him pulling her towards the dunking chair. Ron secured Emily to the chair with the straps and applied a metal collar to her neck. He fastened metal boots to her feet that seemed at least two sizes too big, finally he strapped Emily's head to the headrest next to the GoPro cameras.

"Hello, Witch, your whore of a sister outed your identity during her confession. Time for you to confess with your bed whore. I'm going to enjoy this." He smiled at Emily.

He approached his workbench and picked up a pear of anguish, and proceeded to stuff it into her mouth. He pressed a button on his smartphone, and Emily felt the device starting to expand in her mouth, painfully forcing it open. Satisfied, he walked away to JJ's cell

Repeating the release process with JJ, he dragged her across to the rack. He secured her arms and legs to the manacles and pressed the button to stretch her out. Once satisfied, he opened another app on his phone, so he could raise the rack so JJ could see Emily strapped in the dunking chair.

"Welcome, Witch! Your bed whore is ready, are you? Time for you to confess so you can meet your sister cop, Witch." Roy excitedly told JJ

"I'm not a witch, and she's not a witch, just a big SLUT!" Shouted JJ

Emily was making unintelligible sounds from behind her pear of anguish. She soon stopped due to the pain. Suddenly her chair moved backwards until her head was submerged.

JJ was cursing at Ron like a trooper threatening to rip his head off, amongst other things. What seemed to be hours to JJ, he eventually started to raise Emily back up. Emily's head broke the surface, and she began to cough and breath sincerely, trying to regain her breath.

"Nothing to say?" He asked JJ. JJ just shook her head

Ron instantly lowered Emily back into the water.

"NO! Please bring her back up!" JJ sobbed

Ron smiled and brought Emily back upright and loosened the pear enough Emily could let it fall to the floor

"Confess, Witch, stop the pain!" Ron yelled at Emily, "Confess!"

"I AM NOT A WITCH. I AM A EX-FBI AGENT GO SCREW YOURSELF!" Emily replied, spitting in his face.

Ron looked at the contempt in Emily's eyes and sighed. Pulling out his phone, he lowered the rack and pulled a stool up to the bottom end and sat down, pressing his thumb hard into JJ's sole. She fought hard to try and move out his way but was unable to. Roy pulled a knife out. Its blade was sharp, and he squeezed some thick liquid over the edge and began cutting into JJ's soles, not deep but deep enough to cause her exquisite pain as the bleach was burning her fresh lacerations

"Ahhh, I am so going to rip your arms off, you bastard, AHHH!" JJ screamed harder as he pressed the knife deeper into her soles.

"STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP." Cried, Emily. As mad as she was with JJ, she couldn't bear her being tortured by this UnSub.

"NO! No, you are a special bread of Witches. I've googled your careers. You fuck with peoples minds for a living. I need to make sure your pain is severe enough to make your confession from your darkest heart. Otherwise, it would be a lie, and my king would never forgive me." A delusional man answered.

Emily and JJ both worried this man was unravelling in front of them, he usually would not stand a chance with the Prentiss's, but both are emotionally unstable. They still hate each other the Witchfinder generals move to replay the lowest point in their lives was a masterstroke as it reignited the hatred they felt towards each other. The torture would make this worse over time.

EJ

The B.A.U team sat in the conference room with the police chief and a very determined detective Winston. They had received a DNA profile from the false fingernail found at detective Trent's house. Unfortunately, they didn't have a match in CODIS.

"Ma'am, if we release stills from the execution video of detective Trent and ask for help. Someone might recognise the framework of the burner unit or the thumbscrew device. He might have made it all himself, but he had to get the material from some factory or building merchant. I'm sorry, the detective, I can't think of any other way." Hotch asked Strauss

"I agree. Would you be willing to stand up with Agent Hotchner detective? It would help our case as we have lost a lot of credibility with our Agents brawling outside the station, making the news and trending on social media. A lot of comments suggest they brought it on themselves and deserve to die. I know I'm asking a lot, detective, as you have just lost your partner." Erin Strauss asked the emotional detective

"I'll do it," Mark answered

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Detective Mark Winston stood beside Hotch in front of the press in a private briefing. They had just watched the whole torture and execution video of detective Emily Trent with full sound. The media circus was unusually quiet, and a few had vomited after watching the ordeal Emily Trent had endured.

"We have stills taken of the burning frame, thumbscrews and the rack. What we would like you to do is get them out there, and hopefully, someone will recognise supplying someone the products or even helped build them. We are on a time scale as he has our two agents that Detective Trent declared as witches. They have been missing for 6 hours now. Would you please issue the same helpline numbers? Thank you for your time." Hotch finished the media brief.

"Detective, do you hold the two Agents responsible for the death of your partner?" A small bespectacled weasel asked from behind the assembled reporters.

Detective Winston looked like he wasn't going to reply to the reporter's question. After about 30 seconds, he took a deep breath. "Only Agent Emily Prentiss, she brought my partner into the spotlight." He just turned and left the room.

Hotch just sighed and followed the detective out of the room. "Detective, what the hell was that?" Hotch asked

"The truth, Agent. I kept my reply polite I can always go and expand on it if you want?" He Snarled at Hotch

"Sorry, detective, Prentiss and Jareau are a very passionate subject at the moment. But we have all put that on the back burner until we find them. Can you do that, or do you need to walk away? It would be completely understandable if you did." Hotch told the upset detective

"No, I'm good, Agent. Let's get to work." Mark Winston answered. He had a few questions for Emily Prentiss he wanted to be answered.

The special news reports had the desired results the B.A.U team sat sorting through the mountains of tips. They disregarded the obvious ones handing them to the Salem police department to chase up. They had some promising results from building merchants and some electronic stores. Strauss partnered up with Morgan while Hotch and Rossi partnered up.

EJ

JJ had just regained consciousness after he had finished cutting into her feet with a bleach coated blade. He sat on his stool observing his handy work, a sole full of six's carved into her feet, the Mark of the beast.

Ron noticed JJ was awake and smiled. "Are you ready to confess to using witchcraft? The pain will stop confess?" He gently asked JJ

JJ held her tongue and just remained silent. Ron didn't like this. He attached the thumbscrews to her toes and fingers and pressed the button on his smartphone to warm the needles up. He walked behind a wall and started purposely making noise just to mess with their heads. He was enjoying himself with these two. He only wished he had brought the boss lady as well. He picks up the jug of water and the fire extinguisher and walks over to Emily.

Emily jumped a little at the appearance of Ron with his hands full. He knelt in front of the boots he had attached earlier. He pushed a hose into a valve on the heel of the left boot and pressed a button on the water jug.

Emily screamed as the boiling water entered the bladder in the boot, fully encasing her foot. The pain was unbearable; then, suddenly, the water was pumped back into the jug. Emily stopped screaming; she just whimpered as her feet still felt they were burning. Ron screwed the extinguisher's nozzle to her left boot into a second valve in the heal and then activated the CO2 and let it flood into the bladder, rapidly cooling her burning foot. The sudden temperature change felt like electric shocks in her feet, she tried not to scream, but the pain was unbearable.

"Confess, Witch! And stop the pain." Ron asked

"NO-O, Ahhhh," Emily screamed as the boiling water returned to the boots bladder. Emily was trying to go to her safe place in her mind to block out the pain. She just stepped onto the white sandy beach next to the cerulean blue water with JJ on her unicorn inflatable bed. Emily just reached to grab her wife's hand when the collar around her neck started to strangle her. Suddenly she returned to the terror of her pain.

"I told you I researched your unit. I also discovered that the brain could disassociate from the present to your safe place, where you can't feel pain. Not happening hence my latest invention, your remote strangulation collars. I would say the first test was a complete success, wouldn't you, Emily?" Ron smiled.

"Stop, it burns, please stop! Stop." Emily begged

"Confess Witch." Ron shouted, "the pain will stop,"

Emily was fighting an internal battle in her mind. Part of her wanted to confess to stopping the pain. The other part wanted to continue knowing if she confessed she was dead. Her internal conflict was interrupted by her chair moving backwards, submerging her head. She was taken by surprise and didn't fill her lungs deeply enough. She swallowed some water and started to panic. Ron noticed this and lifted the chair out of the water. Emily thankfully started to cough and breathe air. Suddenly her collar tightened around her neck, cutting off her air again. Emily started to freak out and thrashed as hard as she could against her bonds. Her collar loosened, and she thankfully breathed fresh air.

"Are you ready to CONFESS WITCH?" Ron yelled

"YES, YES, I'm a witch. Please stop the pain, please." Emily begged

Ron smiled "one down, just you to go, Blondie." He activated the hot needles in JJ thumbscrews attached to her feet, and they were driven into her foot.

JJ screamed like a banshee until it became too much, and the darkness took over as she fell unconscious.

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