Chapter 18
I don't own Criminal Minds. One bit of bad language in this chapter.
"Hello Kevin. What is a matter?" Hotch said through the phone.
"Okay, I looked around and found something on youtube."
"What is it Kevin?"
"Ok, don't freak but there are live feeds from everyone. I mean everyone." Hotch disconnected the phone he had to make sure Kevin wasn't exaggerating. He clicked on a link to a video called 'F.B.I hostages part one.' There was a three square by three square square on the screen. In three of the squares were Garcia, Reid and Blake. In two of the square were his baby boy and JJ's son. This sicko had Reid chained to a bed, Garcia strapped to a chair and Blake chained to a wall. They were sick. The even sicker thing was that there was more than one person behind this and he knew it. Both children were strapped to the floor and Henry had been forced to wear a baby grow. These people were sickos. He called Rossi and Morgan back he had to show them this. Then the phone rang.
"Hello, Agent Hotchner,"
"I see you saw the video. Now I will let three people go if you give yourself up and I will promise to leave Rossi and Morgan alone. Only if you give yourself up." A mysterious exclaimed.
"How?" Hotch questioned the mysterious voice on the other end of the line. He didn't like making deals but he knew that would be the only way to guarantee that some people from his team and his son would be alright. "You will go to your hotel room alone. Don't have any cop back up or anything like that or else your son gets killed." The mysterious voice exclaimed. Hotch knew this was the only way to stop him so he said "Yes. I will go to my room in ten minutes. Can I choose who I let go?"
"Yes sure!"
"Ok, I have chosen. Let go of Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia and Jack Hotchner and I will come and you can take me." Hotch was remarkably calm but inside all his walls were breaking down.
"You are playing god Mr Hotchner but I will have some fun with you! See you soon Mr Hotchner!" Hotch hoped, he thought he had done the right thing. But something niggled away at him as he walked out of the police department and drove to the hotel. What did he mean you are playing god and what did he mean when he said you are playing god? Hotch thought although it was too late to turn back now.
I woke up when the woman was undressing me. "Ahh now is my fun." She whispered to herself. I was still tied to the bed but she had untied one of my arms to get my shirt off. "Why do you want me?" I questioned as it didn't make any sense. She drained all my energy and only gave me one piece of bread and a glass of water a day. I knew soon I would die of dehydration or malnutrition. "Like I said, he wanted you. Anyway he told me to undress you completely!" She pulled off my shoes and socks. Then she pulled off my brown chinos. The last thing I had on was my underpants. "I have to make sure your team can see you while I do this." She turned on the camera, put on a black mask and made sure I faced the camera. She got a pair of scissors and started to cut my underwear. I wanted to scream but I didn't have the energy. The evil bitch knew it would humiliated me. Maybe that was her plan. I knew she was evil!
"Stop! Actually continue. I was just going to tell you we are letting this one go." A male voice said "What do you mean you're letting this one go. I haven't properly tortured him yet!" The woman exclaimed. It made me wonder what she meant by I haven't properly tortured him yet. She had starved me, starved me of water, denied me access to my family, humiliated me in front of an audience of people, strapped me to a bed, whipped me, beat me and killed my father in front of me. If that isn't torture I don't know what is. But then it dawned on was she going to rape me? Was that what she meant? I had so many questions and not enough answers. It was like at the start of a case where there seems no logical answer to who the killer was. "It's your lucky day, Mr Reid." She injected me again. When I woke up I was in the middle of a desert, naked and all alone!