Chapter 6
They caught the Son of a bitch two days later. Everyone was happy to finally get to go home so they decided to fly back that same night.
Emily wasn't happy however. Sure, she was glad that they caught the man behind this, but she wouldn't mind staying a night or two extra. Anything to avoid going home. She was sure Will would come back tonight or tomorrow, all the texts told her how much he missed her. No, not her. He only wanted her body. The man had a wife and a kid, a family, so Emily was just a sex toy.
The thought of it brought tears to her eyes and she willed herself not to cry with her team so close to her. Some of them were sleeping but she could still feel Morgan's eyes boring a hole in her. He just wouldn't let it go. Though, Emily probably would've done the same if any of her friends started acting strange. Did everyone know that something was up? If they did, they hadn't said anything.
When the jet finally touched ground Emily closed her eyes hard, and inhaled a deep breath. This was it. Her colleagues would all go back to their homes, going to bed, enjoying a much needed sleep. It was 10 pm and Hotch had already told them that the paperwork could wait until the morning.
The jet stopped, and the agents unbuckled and stood up, gathering their go-bags. One after one they piled out of the plane and walked to their cars. Emily paused as she watched most of her colleagues enter the vehicles.
"Are you coming, Em?" JJ asked, her body half turned so she could look at the brunette.
"Yes, sorry," Emily said with an attempted smile.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired. Some sleep sounds good right about now," Emily said and when JJ smiled she was confident she believed her.
"I know what you mean. I could sleep for days." JJ laughed, stopping by her car. "See you in the morning."
Emily nodded, "Yes, see ya."
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It didn't take a profiler to know that something wasn't right when she entered her apartment. The hair on her neck stood up and chills ran down her spine. With too shaky hands she closed the front door, her forehead leaning against the wooden surface.
"How did you get in?" Emily asked without turning around.
"JJ still has extra keys for your apartment," the southern droll she'd learnt to hate told her.
Emily turned around, flicking the light switch. Will stood up from the chair he'd sat in and approached the brunette.
"I want you out of here, out of my life," Emily spoke through gritted tears.
Will chuckled, "Oh, sweetie, you're not calling the shots here. I am." Will put a hand on her cheek, brushing her hair out of the way.
"No, I am," Emily said, trying her hardest to show no fear. "If you touch me like that again, I will make sure that your wife finds out about everything." Emily decided to not use JJ's name, knowing it would make it even more personal than it already was.
"You're bluffing," Will said, leaning in so his lips were inches from hers. "You wouldn't ruin Jennifer's life like that. You wouldn't ruin Penelope's."
Emily pulled away and opened the door again. "Out! Now!"
Her breathing was shallow as she stared into Will's eyes that only seemed to darken.
"Emily, close that door. We wouldn't want your neighbors to overhear," Will said with a grin.
"Let them find out, let them catch you in the act... I was going to tell your wife the other day, but you stopped it. You won't be there every moment which gives me a lot of time to tell her."
"And yet she doesn't know," Will snickered.
"We were on a case. I didn't want to..." Emily paused, looking at Will. "I'm serious, Will. If you do this again I will tell her."
Will smiled, walking up to her. With one rough move, he slammed the door shut and pushed her up against it.
"Then let her find out and you'll see just what I'm capable of," Will threatened, making an involuntary tear roll down her cheek.
"Why me? You're supposed to be married to my best friend," Emily asked, her voice cracking.
"Look at it this way, babe... Now I have a mother for my kids and a whore just to myself."
Emily would've answered that horrific statement, but a knee to her gut made her lose her breath. Will took a hold of her body and hoisted her up on his shoulder, starting up the stairs to her bedroom. When Emily's breathing returned to normal she desperately tried to get him to drop her by kicking with her feet and hitting his back, but she was only let down when he threw her on the bed.
Emily quickly gathered herself enough to stand and went at him, trying to hit him hard to subdue him, but he was ready for it, ducking from her blow and grabbing her with his strong arms.
The all familiar sound of handcuffs connecting reached her ears and that's when she could feel the cold metal against her left wrist. The action caught her of guard and gave him time to cuff her other wrist too.
The cuffed hands didn't stop Emily from trying to go after him again, but it was to no avail. Will pushed her to the bed, making her fall flat on her stomach and with a knee jammed in her back, he attached each hand to a bedpost. Emily looked in front of her, tugging at the restraints, trying to get loose. She knew it wouldn't happen and even if it did, he'd be ready to restrain her again. There was no winning, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
Her legs were trying to kick anything she could hit, which wasn't much. She could feel Will beside her, a knife of some sort trailing her spine. A cold wind blew against her back as the fabric ripped. The only things on her mind was how to prevent this from happening and the fact that Will used a knife on her. He hadn't during the previous times, but he hadn't restrained her before either. This time was different though. She had told him she wouldn't let this happen again and not even the threat of her friend had changed her mind.
Her pants were pulled off her kicking legs and as soon as the fabric left her body, Will restrained her legs too, spreading them wide.
Emily's breathing quickened as she tried tugging with every limb of her body to free herself. None of it worked.
A deep chuckle approached her and stopped by her ear. "I love when you writhe underneath me."
"Fuck. You." Emily spat at him.
"No, I'd rather fuck you," Will said, climbing on top of her. He was naked, she knew that much.
His hands traveled up her body, stopping to unclasp her bra before going back down, feeling her up.
She wouldn't give up though, she was desperately trying to get the bedpost to break, all while he was tearing another pair of panties of her body.
Will sighed in content, "Mm look at that ass." His hands kneaded her butt cheeks and Emily could feel bile rising in her throat at the feeling of Will's long finger forcing itself into her back entrance.
She wouldn't let out a sound though. No matter how much it hurt. Her lips were sealed together tightly and her eyes closed. His finger kept probing her hole and when he pulled it out, she finally allowed herself to breathe.
"So tight," Will murmured, his eyes roaming her body.
It was deadly quiet behind her until she could hear the unmistakable sound of someone stroking his penis.
"What are you doing?" Emily dared to ask.
"Just making myself ready," Will said, the smile evident in his voice.
"For what? Just get it over with," Emily spat, hating how he prolonged the inevitable.
"I don't think you'd want that," Will said, his hand moving over her behind. "There's one thing my wife have never wanted to try."
Emily immediately knew what he meant, her eyes widening and her body trying to squirm away from from his hand.
"Please, don't..." she breathed out.
"Shhh... Just enjoy it," he said spreading her butt cheeks and stroking his member over her back entrance.
Emily braced herself for what was about to happen, but no matter how prepared she was, she couldn't stop the strangled scream. She could hear the man grunting behind her as he forced himself on her. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before.
She tried not to think about what was happening. Maybe, just maybe, if she thought about something else the pain would disappear. Her team came to her mind, but the thought only brought her to JJ and the pain was back.
Her hands clenched in front of her as he kept pounding into her. She hated herself for letting out moans of pain that could easily be mistaken for moans of pleasure.
Will started moving faster, letting Emily know he was nearing his edge, but just before he emptied himself, he pulled out, letting his seeds shoot on her back until the very last drop.
Her back entrance was burning and when Will unfastened the handcuffs, she was too exhausted to fight him.
"I'm gonna tell her," Emily murmured.
"You do what you have to," he said leaning in to kiss her cheek.
She could hear him get dressed as she struggled to pull her legs up under her chin.
"Time for me to go," Will said, stroking her hair. "Sweet dreams."
