Hours seemed to have passed without a sound besides the occasional word between them. Dave was beginning to wonder if this Unsub was ever going to show himself. At the same time he was also hoping he never would, thinking maybe he could put off the inevitable pain to come by pure hope. He would pray some while the two of them sat in silence, some times out loud while others in his head. He would pray for the Lord to help him through this, to give him the strength to survive and for his team to find him. He would repeat the Lord's Prayer, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we have forgiven those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil", in his head time and again. He would think about the team: Emily, Reid, Penelope, Tara, Luke, and Matt. Wondering if they knew he was missing, if they were searching for him as hard as he hoped they were. Emily wasn't much help, she sat there silently trying not to get attached to him, which he understood because it would hurt less later when she couldn't handle the pain and he would have to die. He didn't want to die, he accepted that he might but he didn't want to, no one did really. Sure he wanted to see Carolyn, James, Erin, and Sgt. Scott again but he wasn't quiet ready yet.
A door opened and closed upstairs and foot steps made their way to the basement door before it too swung open. On the other side was a thin, lanky man who looked to be no older than twenty three. That threw Dave off, from what Emily had said the Unsub should have been older, much older but he wasn't he was young. The man made his way down the stairs in black slacks and a white dress shirt worn in much the same fashion as Dave's own. Over his cloths was a plastic apron, almost like the one a butcher would use and he wore black hiking boots which went surprisingly well with his other cloths. The man's eyes never left Dave as he slowly descended the stairs, a wicked grin spread wide, in his hand where jumper cables that made even Dave nervous. He admitted to himself there and then that he was quiet scared of what was to come of all of this.
"Hello Emily. I hope you've been nice to our new friend here," the Unsub addressed her with out taking his eyes off Dave. He approached him and leaned in extremely close whispering "let's have some fun. We would love to hear you scream."
Dave didn't say a word, giving him the most deadly glare he could come up with.
"Oh this will be fun, you're gonna be a fighter, I can already tell" the Unsub said before landing a solid punch into Dave's gut, winding him. "What to start with...hmmm" he wondered before punching Dave again but this time in the jaw, bloodying his lip. Then another to the side of his head and another and another and finally one to his nose with a sickening crack.
Dave sat there refusing to make a noise or give the man the satisfaction of seeing him weak, because he knew weakness would be his death.
The Unsub walked over to the table of tools and set down the jumper cables only to pick up a serrated knife and walk back over to Rossi. Without warning he stabbed it into Dave's hand and pinned it to the chair, successfully pulling a pain filled scream from the older man.
"Yes! Just what I want to hear! Isn't that right Emily?!" the Unsub said in excitement.
"Yes John" Emily whispered.
"That's the spirit!" He said happily before grabbing the second knife off the table and stabbing it into Dave's other hand, pinning it too to the chair.
Dave didn't scream this time, instead he passed out from the pain.
"hmmm, he didn't last too long" John said thoughtfully before quickly heading up stairs.
"Dave?" Emily whispered but no response came from the poor agent.
Minutes went by before John returned with what looked like a dentist's chair and then seconds later a mirror.
"Picked these up today" he said cheerfully as he placed the mirror on the ceiling above the chair. He then moved to Dave and removed both knives from his hands, untied him from the chair, moved him to the dentist's chair and strapped him back down. He then walked over to Emily and moved her so she could still see Dave being tortured before moving his table of tools closer.
At this point Dave was regaining consciousness, slowing blinking awake and looking around.
"Oh goody you're back!" John said before moving to his tools. "Now we can continue!" he grabbed a pair of pliers and walked over to Dave who's head was also strapped down now.
All the man did was smirk and Dave knew what was about to happen. He quickly clenched his jaw shut but that didn't stop the Unsub who walked back over to the table and grabbed something to pry Dave's moth open and hold it there. Once that was done Rossi was once more rendered helpless and at the mercy of the man before him. Why was he here? Who was this guy? And where was his team?
As if sensing some of these questions John stared at Agent Rossi and spoke "I know who you are agent. You're here because of that and your team is dead because of you. Don't worry it was quick but because you're the one who ruined my fun the most I'm going to take my time with you like I did my other victims" John smirked.
Dave couldn't help it, even if the Unsub was lying about killing his team just the thought of them was killing him. Before he could think on it long though, he had pliers in his mouth and one of his teeth was being pulled out. He screamed in pain, his mouth filling with blood that he was forced to swallow because it had no where else to go. He choked on some of it and coughed sending blood all over and dripping down his face. He faintly heard a clink as his tooth was tossed on the table with the tools and the laughter as this man came back with one of the knives he had been stabbed with earlier. Dave couldn't help it and his eyes went wide with fear and all the while Emily watched not saying a word.
The Unsub dragged the knife down Rossi's cheek leaving a large gash behind and more blood dripping off. David flinched in pain and squeezed his eyes closed hoping it would all be over soon but it seemed his captor had other plans. He walked back over to the table and grabbed the jumper cables and a car battery hooking them booth up before turning to Dave and removing the clamp keeping his mouth open.
"You don't have to do this," Rossi pleaded weakly.
"Oh I think I do!" John said. He then grabbed the cables once more and electrocuted him in both arms till he passed out once more from the pain.
John just smiled and set the cables down before quickly heading up stairs and Emily began to cry. She knew for a fact this was only the beginning for the agent and later for her as well. He hadn't asked her yet but he would and when she said no it would be her in pain as well. She didn't want that, she didn't want the agent laying on the table in front of her to be tortured but she didn't either. Emily realized how selfish it was but she couldn't really bring herself to care that she wanted to live enough that other's dying instead seemed almost okay. It wasn't by any means okay and she knew that but after what felt like years in this basement she just couldn't bring herself to care for the man in front of her enough to save him.