A/N: This was tough to write, just a bit of a warning - this might be hard for you to read if you have some personal history with this kind of thing.
Kate woke up gasping, the gag around her mouth making it difficult to breath. She felt her hands duct taped above her head and a mattress below her body. She pulled painfully against her arm restraints but found that they wouldn't budge. Kate froze as she sensed someone nearby. The cool blade of the knife running along her body barely registered through the deafening rip of her dress fabric.
Rick sighed as he sat down at the back of The Old Haunt. His bum squished into the comfortable seat as he pulled out his phone. The screen was cool as he slid his thumb across opening the Minecraft app. He knew that Beckett could take a while, being the workaholic she was.
Kate heard muffled screaming coming from her mouth before her face burned from a blow so hard blood filled her mouth accompanied by pieces of tooth. Her head pounded. Her heart raced. Her muscles clenched in fear.
Rick called out to a bartender and was greeted with a smile and raised eyebrows as if to ask, "the usual?" Rick nodded. He smiled at the empty seat in front of him, his heart swelling at the thought that they would have forever together.
Her mind told her body to fight, but the rough hands invading her caused her muscles to turn to stone. Her eyes were wide with panic and pleading as she found the eyes of her assailant. Tattoo Face had his unfocused eyes fixed on her nearly exposed chest the entire time he used her body. Half way through he reached over and ripped her bra off. He cared not for the bleeding marks the force of his actions left on her torso, simply rushing to get the job done. Her lungs were the only muscle cursed with movement. They constantly emptied themselves shrilly into the air, each sound bringing a new round of fists to her delicate skin.
Rick had moved from Minecraft to Plants Vs. Zombies 2 and his whole body tensed with concentration as he defeated a wave of Pharaoh Zombies. He vaguely registered someone sitting across from him and muttered, "hey Beckett… Dammit!" As a zombie ate through his peashooter. He glanced up and did a double take as he was surprised with a weeping Alexis in front of him.
It wasn't until Tattoo Face had passed out beside her that she gained the mental capacities to fight her binds.
Castle locked his phone and placed it beside him, face down, before asking, "what's the matter pumpkin?"
"Pi" was all she got out before she burst into another round of tears.
She had managed to sit up in bed and was working on the binding around her wrists when the door to the dark basement slammed open. Her heart grew heavy with despair as she recognized Steve, Rickie and Miley Man from the ally. Their eyes were hungry as they approached her like a lion would an injured gazelle.
"Look at this whore," sneered Steve.
"The slut's tryin'a get away," Miley Man laughed drunkenly.
"Only if we say so, Max," Rickie jeered, coming closer and hovering beside her ear before whispering, "deep 'n' slow, tramp".
Kate brought her leg up between his legs with as much force as she could muster. Rickie yelped and collapsed on the ground, tears in his eyes as he grabbed his sensitive area.
"Oh, you'll pay for that," Steve threatened, stepping closer. She whipped another leg out slamming the heel of her foot into his shin which caught him off balance. Her other leg swung behind his and Steve landed flat on his back with a large thud. Max had grabbed a knife from his back pocket and was about to approached her when the door swung open and he froze.
Rick got up from his seat and moved to the other booth to sit beside his heartbroken daughter. His heart was heavy as she finished telling him about her break up. He wrapped his arm around her and gave her a loving kiss on the crown of her head. It was a nurturing sight, to see them together. It would have softened the heart of any criminal. Rick fought back any snide remarks about how he had predicted the breakup, and Alexis was grateful.
She hadn't gotten a good look at this man before and now she was looking into his face, she had a deep sense of recognition. Her eyes pricked with tears of betrayal before scathing anger coursed through her veins. He grabbed the knife from Max's hand and started towards her. She lashed her legs, trying to get in any sort of blow before his nod brought Rickie and Steve to restrain them. Her hips bucked and torso twisted until the blade of the knife pressed sharply into her neck, droplets of blood making their way down her throat.
Rick recognized the look on his daughter's face as one he had shared in his breakup with Gina. "I'm sorry," he murmured into Alexis' hair. "I should have warned you about this."
"You tried dad," She sat back suddenly thoughtful, "this is something I needed in order to grow as a person. I mean, it's hard to see it now, but I will. I'll need to." A lump grow in the back of his throat as he proudly gazed at his grown up daughter.
Kate fought against these man harder than she had tattoo face, her recognition of Rigo convincing her that this wasn't just some horrible dream. He made small cuts across her body, causing her to scream in pain. He took her violently, pain ripping through her. The other men had the audacity to watch and laugh and jeer and encourage. Anger, no, hurt shone in his eyes as removed the gag and leaned down to kissed her, stuffing his tongue down her throat. She bit down until his blood filled her mouth and he pulled away yelling as she sputtered. All she could smell was his sour cologne.
Putting his arm around her shoulder, Rick sighed and grabbed the glass of scotch that the bartender had placed before him.
"Drink this," he said to her.
"Seriously?" she questioned, doubtfully raising her eyebrow. Rick laughed and nudged it towards her. She took a sip, "thank Dad." He looked into her eyes, and sensing that the thanks was heavier than one required for a drink and stated, "your welcome" with as much seriousness as he had conveyed in ages.
It was 5 minutes of sheer torture before she caved, the tears flowing down her face the only indication of consciousness as her body went limp. They used all of her, everywhere. Each passing second lasting longer and longer as the puddle of tears soaked the mattress by her head. She prayed for death.
Rick sat with his daughter making small talk about his day and about wedding details, trying to distract her from her pain. His heart was broken with hers. However, the minutes began to pass more quickly as he began to see a glimpses of smiles on her face. She was going to be okay.
The men slowly began to pass out around her, Steve crushing her chest as he rested his face upon it. Hours went by and her silent tears slowly became quiet weeping and the weeping violent sobbing as fear coursed through her veins. Tattoo Face stirred beside her throwing his arm over his eyes and groaning before quickly sitting up and taking in the scene in front of him. When he saw Kate his eyes widened in fear and horror.
Kate's eyes flew open as she heard the scraping of the knife on the ground as Tattoo Face picked it up. Her whole body started violently shaking as he walked towards her whispering, "it's okay, shh. It's okay." He reached above her head and ripped open the restraints on her wrists. Grabbing a blanket from off of Rigo, he shoved Steve off of her and covered her. He reached down and gently picked up her shaking body. She grasped her hands together over her chest and turned her head away from him, not having the strength to fight anymore. He carried her to a door she didn't know was there and brought her up a flight of stairs. The dim light at the top of the staircase did little to illuminate her surroundings, but her eyes were clenched shut, awaiting the impending round of torture she was convinced she would face. "It's okay, shh. It's okay," was the only thing Tattoo Face said, but he murmured them over and over again. She heard a car door open, and felt herself being placed in the backseat.
Rick turned his phone over absentmindedly in his hand. Alexis and him had become entirely engrossed in a conversation that spanned goblins to Argentina. When he looked at his phone he was shocked to see that 5 hours had gone by. He and Alexis laughed before a panicked look filled his eyes and he breathed, "Where's Beckett?"
A/N: Thoughts?