Dave shivered against the cold of the basement, no one was coming, he was on his own. He kept repeating that over and over again because, well, it was true. He was going to die in this hell hole and probably do so slowly and painfully. His last breath would probably be spent in the same room as that maniac. He was going to die alone, he snorted to himself at that. "We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone; only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for a moment that we're not alone." and Orson Welles was right, it was all an illusion. Where was his team now? No where to be found and damn it when for once it was he who needed them, they weren't there. The one time it's him in physical pain they are no where to be found and here he is about to die alone. There was no way he was going to get out of here alive and Dave knew it. Even if he did manage to he would probably just die from his injuries anyway. What's the point?
That's a scary question...what's the point? There is none. He's being tortured for information that while still alive this Unsub can get but if Dave were to die the information would be safe. The real question is... should he just let go and stop fighting or should he keep fighting despite the hopeless conditions. It was like being back in war, the jungles of Vietnam taking the form of this basement and instead of his buddy being captured and tortured it's him. He's in war once more and he must decide if taking his own life has more pros than living and fighting. He felt like he was boiling this down to which burger to eat at a cook out because choosing to live or die wasn't that simple.
Would the team miss him? He honestly didn't know that answer anymore, he had been trapped her for at least a week or two and Emily had been gone for days. If she was going to get help, it would have been here by now. In spite of this glaring fact he still loved them, all of them and he always would. Maybe he would see Carolyn up there with his son, maybe even Erin and Gideon and Harrison. He missed them, more than he cared to admit and the thought of holding his little boy again sounded so amazing but then again he also had Joy and Kai. He couldn't leave them again, he was just starting to get used to being a dad and grandpa. He loved them both more than life it self and it would kill him to see them upset or cause them pain.
Carolyn and his son, they kept coming back to the forefront of his mind. He missed them both terribly, a lone tear made it's way down his dirty and bloody face. He missed them so very very much and Erin, he had thought maybe she was it, she was his forever and then she was gone.
More tears made there was down his cheeks as his head dropped more and his chin almost touched his chest. He was hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place. It was painful, almost more so than the torture he had been through in the last two weeks. It ran deep in his soul and he cried for the first time in a long time. He was done he just couldn't do it any longer, he was so tired. Why couldn't this guy just kill him already, Rossi wanted to beg him to just kill him and end his misery. Every man comes to a breaking point and this was his. He couldn't take it anymore, he just wanted it all to stop.
At that moment the dreaded door at the top of the stairs opened once more and in stepped his worst nightmare with a red hot fire poker. He walked down the stairs and without a word pushed the poker into the knife wound on Rossi's right hand. The pain was so intense that it only took seconds for him to pass out and he could hear the sound of John laughing as he did so. His last thought was please just let me die now, please.
He woke with a jolt as ice cold water was thrown on him by the man who caused him so much pain. He blinked the water from his eyes and his head rolled forward only to be yanked up by his hair and the clamp placed in his mouth once more. Oh please god no more pulling teeth and then he was begging please go teeth as the Unsub once more picked up the red hot poker. Without warning he stuck it in Dave's mouth and effectively burned his tongue, destroying most of his taste buds.
Dave screamed in pain, his eyes wide open in fear and shock as John began to roll the poker in his mouth burning everything it touched.
"Since you won't tell me what I want I'll make sure you can't say anything at all," John said as he suddenly yanked the poker out of David's mouth and stabbed it into his left hand. "This is what happens to people who don't give me what I want! I'll have you begging me to kill you by the end of the day but instead of killing you, I'm just going to keep going!" John yelled as he pulled the poker out of Dave's hand who immediately passed out once more.
This time he didn't wake from water but from the feeling of someone watching him. He lifted his extremely heavy eye lids to see John looking at his watch with a look of surprise on his face. This confused Rossi immensely as he sat there slumped over in his chair, all energy to stay upright having left him a long time ago.
"You've been out for two days! Wasn't sure you were going to make it for a while there but then again you always were a fighter. I'm honestly surprised a man of your age lasted this long" John commented as he stood and walked towards Dave who flinched away from him instinctively. John smirked the moment he saw Dave move to protect himself or at least try to but with his condition and how he was tied up there wasn't much he could do. "If you manage to survive this last thing I'll be impressed, the blood loss alone might kill you" John said as he grabbed a knife and stabbed it into the chair between Dave's legs, making it ery clear what he was going to do and Rossi paled considerably.