NO SURRENDER
Chapter 3
UnSub

We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death." – Angela Davis


Oh he looks beautiful hanging there and the temptation to cut him down and play there and then was almost too much. He is in a faint I think and I touch his chest. He swings slightly and I wrap my arms around him.

'Wake up, Darling.' I say. 'Need you to wake up for me.'

Aaron Hotchner's eyes flicker open and he tilts his head down to look at me. His eyes are dark and unfathomable. I love to feel his eyes on me.

'Are you in pain, Darling?' I ask him.

He tries to say something but he's not talking. I touch his lips and he closes his eyes.

'I am going to hurt you today, Darling. You need to be punished for what you did to Mase.'

'I didn't hurt Mason Lowe. He fell..... he died when he fell.'

'You made him fall!" I need to make him see that it is his fault that he is dead. He will not accept the punishment until he admits responsibility.

'I need to fetch something. Please stay awake for me.'

I need to start the punishment, but will he ever love me if I hurt him? I will find out. I have a belt I can use on him. I hold the belt by the ends and snap it tight. I swing the belt, and the buckle smacks against Aaron Hotchner's back, ripping skin and muscle. Hotchner's back arches away from me, and he screamed.

'If you just admit your guilt, Aaron, it won't hurt so much.'

His head is hanging forwards again, but his eyes are open. His breaths are coming in rough erratic sighs. It makes me want him. I swing the belt again, and the end wraps itself around him, tearing into his side. He tries to twist away from it and cries out. A few more times and he will pass out. That will give me the chance to cut him down. I bring back the belt again and swing it through the air. Blood cast off hits the wall as it impacts again with his soft white skin of his waist. He moves a little less this time.

He is wearing down. Soon he will be ready.

-0-0-0-

'What the hell happened?' David Rossi said. 'How didn't you know there was a problem when you couldn't contact him?'

'There are cold zones in the city.' Mercott said. 'We assumed that he was in one.'

Dave decided not to take things any further down that blind alley. All it would succeed in doing was alienate the Police Department.

'Do we have any security video?' Morgan asked, trying to calm the situation down. 'If so we need to send it to Garcia.'

'There is some footage, but it's inconclusive.'

To you maybe....

'Garcia has some programs that will help that she has developed herself.' Dave said. 'I want her to see them.'

'We can arrange for that.' Mercott said, contrite. 'I've set it up for you to watch.'

'Thank you.' Calmer now, Dave and the others followed Mercott into a room where the video had been set up for them.

They watched Hotch in the car as he spoke on the phone, leading up to eleven o'clock. Then someone crossed the road in front of his car. The UnSub stood with his back to the camera, and they saw him raise his hand and shoot through the window, and they watched in horror as Hotch slumped sideways across onto the centre of the car. JJ covered her mouth with her hand as the UnSub opened the door and dragged him out onto the pavement.

'Oh god!' Emily breathed. JJ reached for Emily's hand.

The UnSub pulled one of Aaron's crutches from out of he back of the car and smashed it across his head, then hauled him to his feet and dragged him around the corner.

'That UnSub is tiny!' Reid said. 'Look at where he comes against Hotch.'

Morgan took a step forwards and paused the video. 'It's a woman. The UnSub is a woman!"

'It has something to do with Mason Lowe.' Dave said. 'Where is the photograph she left at the scene?'

Reid went to the evidence board and retrieved the copy of the photograph. 'Did Lowe have a girl friend? I can't remember there being one.'

'Well if you can't remember one,' Morgan said, 'I doubt if there was one.'

'A Death Row groupi?' Reid said. 'Although he never got as far as death row – maybe she was stalking him?'

'How do we track her?' Emily said. 'That is impossible.'

'We will have to find another way in.' Dave said. 'Continue the video.'

The UnSub's van pulled out of a side street and drove away.

'I'll see if Garcia can come up with a make or licence plate.' Morgan said. He left the room to go and speak to her. The rest of the team watched the tape until their own arrival. Dave switched it off.

'Well that's what we have to go on.' he said. 'I hope Garcia can work her magic.'

-0-0-0-

Hotchner moaned as the blood ran down his body and soaked into the waist band of his trousers. His head hung forwards and his eyes were closed. He felt his fingers growing numb as his weight was taken by his hands.

'I need a Doctor.' he gasped as the woman raised the belt again. She had blood on her hands where she had caressed his bleeding body.

'Please..... I'll die.'

'No you won't. I have stitched you up, and disinfected the wound. You will live long enough for what I want.'

'What do .......you want?' Hotch gasped. He desperately needed to be untied. He wanted to lie down and recover. 'Please, let me down.'

'You will try to escape.' She sneered. 'How stupid do you think I am. I profiled you. I set you up to come here. You fell straight into my hands, Aaron Hotchner. I even got the place where you would stake out right.'

'I can't....... escape. I can't walk without .....my crutches.'

'Forget it. I'm not ready to free you just yet.'

She dragged the chair over to him and stood on it. Hotch turned his head.

'Kiss me!' she said. Hotch didn't move. She raised her hand still holding the belt. She put the end around his neck and threaded the end through the buckle.

'Kiss me!' she said again. Hotch couldn't move. It was rare that he felt such revulsion toward another human being but he couldn't bring himself to face this woman.

She tightened the belt against his neck.

'Kiss me!'

Shakily he turned his face towards her as his lungs began to be deprived of oxygen. She pulled the belt tight around his neck and pulled his head down. She opened her mouth and kissed him deeply. He held his breath and allowed her to probe his mouth. He felt his gorge rise and fought against it. He had to pull away.

But she didn't notice. She stroked his face.

'I love you.'

Hotch just wanted to turn away, but the belt was tight against his skin and he couldn't move. He felt it tighten further and he choked.

'Don't...... can't.....' He twisted in panic as he struggled for breath. His vision began to dim and he moaned and fought against fainting. He had to stay conscious.

Suddenly she loosened the belt and he gasped and sucked in air to his starving lungs.

'Why did you do that?' he asked hoarsely 'I did what you wanted.' He coughed and winced as the muscles in his throat protested.

'You have to be punished for what you did.' She raised her hand and slapped his face. His head rocked and he felt his neck crack.

'I need some water.'

She left the chair and went to a table behind him. He tensed his body, not knowing what to expect from her. Would she beat him again, or was she really getting him a drink.

She returned with a cup. 'I have some water for you.' She said, and climbed onto the chair. She held the cup to his lips and he gratefully sucked at the water. She tipped it too far and most of it spilt onto his chest.

She took the cup away.

'You've made a mess.'

'I'm s-sorry....' Hotch said, bracing himself for what ever punishment she had planned for him.

She got off the chair again and went behind him. The attack was sudden and brutal. She hit him across the back with a length of wood. He cried out loud as skin broke and he felt blood flow. Then she came in front of him.

'You shouldn't make a mess.' she said. And she swung the bloodied length of wood at him. He tried to twist away in his agony, but the weapon caught him under the ribs and as the pain hit his brain he fainted.

'Now I can cut you down.' she said to the unconscious form hanging in front of her. Standing on the chair she reached up and with a knife from her pocket, she sliced through the rope. His inert body crashed to the floor.

'Now we can play.'

-0-0-0-

He is so messy. All the things I thought I knew about him was wrong. Neat in a pristine white shirt and carefully pressed suit – and here he is, covered in blood, and now he has water all over him. He is lying in a heap in front of me. His arms are still above his head.

I drag him over to the corner of my basement behind where he was hanging. I have a bed there ready for him. I am getting excited at the prospect of some games now.

It is difficult to get him on the bed. I am not very tall and he is a good six feet. I go to the opposite side of the bed and drag him on by the arms. I think for a moment there that he is about to wake up, but he doesn't.

He is lying across the bed faced down, and I turn him over. He groans – I may have hit him too hard, but he was messy, and had to be taught a lesson.

Pulling him around so that his head is on the pillow is hard work, but I get him in position at last. I attach his still tied together wrists to the brass bed head, and his ankles to the two side posts of the foot board.

His head is to the side, and his hair has fallen across his face and I REALLY LOVE HIM. But he has a lot to learn. He is still dressed from the waist down and I toy with the idea of stripping him, but I decide to wait.

I sit astride his hips and lean down and turn his face towards me.

Oh god he's beautiful......... What do I do?

I kiss his cold lips, and caress him. I need him to wake up now. I gently hold his face still.

'Wake up Darling.' I whisper. 'Time to play....'

He moves slightly beneath me, groaning as the new position of his muscles tell him I've moved him.

'You are on the bed with me, Darling.'

His eyes fluttered open and stared up at me. He tried to speak – at least his mouth moved. I bent closer to hear what he was saying.

'Please, let me go.......'

Now as you can imagine, that really annoyed me. I wasn't punishing him, I was making him better. And now he thought I was going to let him go.

I hit his face with my fist.

'You ungrateful son of a bitch! I am here trying to make you happy, comforting you after your well deserved punishment. And now you reject me!'

I tell him I was going to let him have another drink, and even some food. Not now though.

'You have hurt me now. You can wait until tomorrow.'

'Please.......' I thought for a minute there that he was going to cry, but alas he didn't. Had he cried I might have been able to forgive him, hold him close and forgive him.

I tightened the ropes around his ankles and wrists, and hit him again with the wooden bar. I hit him on the soft flesh just above his hips and I make him sick. Good, you filth. Lie in that all night.

He doesn't look so lovely now. I don't want to play.

I turn off the light and leave him to bleed.