Meadowfield Mall- Southern Albany- 4 hours missing
Reid leaned over the balcony on the second floor of the mall and scanned the bottom floor. The mall was nearly empty; only a few stragglers hovered around the department stores. Makes sense with the kidnappings. I need to find anyone that sticks out.
Reid stretched his neck before spotting a stumpy male in his mid-thirties walking next to stores on the bottom floor. The man stopped at every store that was closed, peered inside, and then went to the next store.
He's...probably just a little off-move on. Reid sighed and turned to the officers behind him," Let's scan the parking lot again." He glanced back at the man one more time before turning and walking away.
Location: Unknown-5 hours, 37 minutes missing
Hotch let out a moan as he slowly opened his eyes. Not only was his head throbbing, his abdomen and chest were hurting as well. For some odd reason, he also felt feverish. He attempted to move, but then realized that he was bound and gagged; he had tape on his mouth and had zip ties around his wrist and ankles. There was also a chain on his ankle attaching him to the bed, axing any chance of escape.
The Agent turned his attention to his surroundings and found himself on a large oak bed in what appeared to be a basement. The room was scarcely lit with any windows and had a small wooden door that appeared to be accessible only from the outside and a small ceiling fan covered in cobwebs that was located above the bed.
What the hell happened? Hotch thought. The last thing he remembered was arriving at the Dent home.
Creak.
The door suddenly swung open revealing Mary-Anne, holding onto a small butane lighter. Hotch tried to scoot back as she walked towards him with a big smile across her face. "Aaron," she sang in daintily voice, "I'm so glad you're up! I didn't mean to hit you like that. Well, you're probably so confused as to why you're here."
She put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him onto his back on the bed. She placed her knee onto his stomach and rested it there; as the agent winced and struggled to breathe, Mary Anne said, "We're having a ball and we'd like you to be the prince, but first we-I need to see how tough you are. My husband and I only like the best, which is why we chose you."
A ball- that makes sense with the outfits that the victims had been found in!
"Well, let's see your tolerance level." Mary-Anne pulled up his shirt and lit the lighter, sparking Hotch to squirm in response. She then held it against his skin and Hotch winced. Mary-Anne grinned ear-to-ear at his response. "Nice job, Aaron! Well, you're an FBI agent….you need to be tough."
This is bad, this is really bad. "Mmmpfh!" and a disapproving glare was the only thing he could do to show his feelings.
"Again, shall we?"
Oh no. She lit the lighter and held it against his upper abdomen and then continued the process for five minutes, moving around his stomach. Each time, Hotch only winced, deep down struggling to hide the pain he was feeling.
"Well, let's try other body parts, shall we?"
She started the process on his thigh, burning a hole through his recently purchased dress pants. She moved onto his feet and arms. By now, Hotch was barely holding himself together.
"Aaron, I'm impressed! You've made it the farthest out of any of the other men!" Mary-Anne exclaimed. She dropped the lighter, allowing Hotch a moment to access his injuries. Every spot on his body burned; he didn't think he'd be able to last much longer.
"I have one last test, "she finally said. Mary-Anne put her hands around Hotch's left ankle and smiled at the captive. "Here we go."
She twisted the ankle as hard as she could, breaking multiple bones and tearing mutliple muscles. Her captive moaned before passing out from the pain. I'm impressed, she thought, I think he'll do just fine.
Albany Police Station: 6 Hours missing
"Ok, so we have to do this in two teams," Rossi directed to his teammates and seven Albany police officers, " Half of us need to focus on where these two," he pointed two DMV photos of the Dents, " are more likely to go. The other half is working on preventing anymore kidnappings in this area. Alright?"
After receiving nods, Rossi opened his mouth to give the next set of directions, but stopped when an officer sprinted into the room and exclaimed, "There's been another kidnapping."
Damn it. "Who is it?"
"Mattie Kleau, a teacher from Western Albany. She was walking home from a late dinner before she disappeared."
"Alright, alright." Rossi sighed and thought, I hope to hell that these two impress the Dents. Aaron and Mattie's lives depend on it.
Location Unknown: 9 Hours missing
Crack.
"Mmphh?" Hotch moaned as he woke at the sound of the creak. How long have I been out?
Creak. The basement door slowly opened and Daniel and Mary Anne stepped into the room.
Not again. Mary- Anne gave Hotch a motherly smile and walked over to the bed, dropping a pile of clothes and items at the foot of the bed. It was then that Hotch spotted a short, stubby man standing behind Daniel, with a first aid kit in hand.
Daniel walked over to Hotch, who was scooting backwards, and forced the agent onto his knees while on the bed. Mary Anne began undoing Hotch's shirt and said, "We found another girl and think you'll like her. Her name is Mattie." She cut off his undershirt and began wiping his abdomen and chest. Every touch to his skin felt like he was being violated; the worst was Stanley watching him intently.
"You're son is gorgeous," Mary Anne stated, starting small talk. "He looks just like out Stanley did when he was ten."
How the hell does she know- right, they have my wallet. Hotch was pushed onto his side, once they were ready to change his pants. The moment he saw a pair of underwear in the pile of clothes, he instantly began panicking, thinking, No-you aren't going to strip me!
"Oh, don't be stubborn Aaron," Daniel cooed. Hotch tried with all his might to stop them from stripping him, but only failed. Once naked, Mary-Anne began wiping him down as Daniel chuckled at Hotch's anxious behavior.
I feel violated-I'm being violated.
After five minutes of wipe downs, Mary-Anne began cutting the zip ties around his ankles. Hotch momentarily prepared himself to take her down, but was stopped when Daniel put a hand on Hotch's throat and a grip around his restrained wrists. Mary Anne pulled on a pair of dress slacks on him while Hotch struggled to breathe against Daniel's grip.
Daniel suddenly pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Hotch's head while Mary Anne retied his ankles and undid the zip ties on his wrist. "Move or blink and I'll send you home to Jack in a box."
Hotch froze as he let Mary Anne dress him with eyes focused on Daniel. After being re-restrained, Daniel smiled and said, "Well, you look much more presentable. My boy here wants a few minutes with you so….we'll be back."
"Hi, Aaron," Stanley said once both men were alone. He climbed onto the bed and said, "I-I…need to check you out," he stammered.
Hotch forced himself to thing about the team; he tried to remember the good times and the bed. Memories like eating out in New York or watching Charlie Chaplin even after Gideon had left filled his mind, but didn't allow him to fully ignore what was being done to him.
It was vile, violating, horrendous….
Every time something was done to him, the agent would flinch and Stanley would press down harder on the agent's shoulders to stop him from moving. Not having the ability to fight back, Hotch could only feel a single tear go down his cheek.
What's going to happen to me?