Chapter 3!
WARNING: rape mentions and descriptions throughout this chapter. It may be in your best interest to skip this chapter if you are triggered by rape/abuse.
11:45AM Sunday morning, 1 day, 11 hours since disappearance
It was cold. That's all her mind could process. She could move, which was a good sign. However, something just didn't feel right. She was in a ball; maybe she'd done that while passed out to get warm. Aside from that, she was bare. She was naked.
She didn't want to open her eyes. The torture would start again. She would be bound and touched, maybe even groped. This felt worse than what Askari and Hastings had done.
Jennifer heard footsteps. They got louder and louder until they stopped. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she was inside of a house somewhere far away from where she lived. She could be in another state.
Snapping JJ from her worries, the basement door flung open, revealing her kidnapper. She still hadn't gotten a name. This man knew so much about her, yet she knew absolutely nothing about him, except for the fact that he was a complete bastard.
"Good morning, JJ," the man greeted, smiling creepily at her.
"H-how...do...do...you know...my–"
The man breathed in deeply. "You know what my favourite part about women is?"
Before JJ could reply, the man continued speaking.
"Their phones," he simply said. "Their phones are full of pictures, full of information. You're not much of a naughty girl, are you?"
JJ tensed. She was speechless. This asshole had snooped thought everything on her phone.
"Your children are good looking," he remarked, causing JJ to wince. Never in a million years did she think someone would speak of her children this way.
"Your little girl is a hottie," he continued. "Don't be surprised if she ends up pregnant in a few years."
Jennifer pursed her lips. "She's 3 years old," she bit out.
"Even better," the man said, before he stifled a laugh.
"Don't threaten my kids," JJ said, almost as if she were out of breath. "Do...whatever you want to me, but don't...don't threaten my kids."
The man walked over to Jennifer and kicked her in the chest. She let out a guttural cry as her hands flew to her rib cage. She figured she must've broken her ribs.
"I am the man in this house, I am the one in charge!" The man shouted, kicking her once more, this time in the thigh.
JJ began to cry in pain as one of her hands grabbed her throbbing thigh. Her shaky fists were no match for his steel-toed boots.
10:00PM, Sunday night, 1 day, 22 hours since disappearance
Home life hadn't moved. Jack and Henry went to school, and Aaron would take Tyler, Ben, and Grace to work with him. It got easier as the days went by, but at the same time, they just wanted it to end.
Evenings consisted of takeout at the BAU for the team and the kids, and then the triplets were put to sleep in Hotchner's office. They would all go home at the end of the night.
Sitting at the round table, the team flipped through paper after paper, searching for some type of clue as to who may have taken their precious blonde. Hotchner sat with his daughter on his chest, sleeping. He never wanted to be sat with with any of his children in the round table room. It was a place of sadness and disgust, to say the very least. However, Grace's blood sugar hadn't come down all evening, so she fell asleep with her dad.
Benjamin was sleeping on the couch in Aaron's office, and Tyler was with Spencer Reid, who was doing geographical profiling in the bullpen.
Henry and Jack stuck together throughout the course of the case. Jack wanted his 6 year old brother to know that his mom would be okay, even though the 9 year old wasn't so sure anymore.
There were no leads. For now, everything had stopped. It just wasn't the same.
4:30AM, Tuesday morning, 3 days, 4 hours since disappearance
JJ couldn't breathe; she'd been crying so much. She was out of breath, her throat hurt from screaming, and worst of all, so did her body from the abuse it had received. Not only had she been beaten up, but she'd also been raped several times.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the man in front of her caressed her breasts.
"Women are so easy," he commented, tipping Jennifer's chin up. "It's almost like you were made for me."
JJ wanted to throw up. She had gotten close to gagging several times, but stopped herself in fear of being hurt.
"Why are you crying?" The man bellowed, his hands making their way down her back. "Doesn't your husband touch you?"
Jennifer swallowed thickly. "He d-doesn't...h-hurt...m-me," she said shakily, turning her head in case he hit.
"He doesn't hurt you?" The man stifled a laugh. "You have sex, just one night, and you get three? How close were you to abortion?"
JJ could feel the bile rising in her throat. "I never even thought about it," she said quietly.
"He obviously pushed you into carrying three babies at once," he said. "What made you do it?"
The woman was shaking violently. Her body was pale, and after 3 days of not eating, her rib cage was starting to show. She was already quite thin, but this made her look unhealthy.
Finally, JJ had an answer. "Love," she said. "I...I love m-my husband, and I love my children," she expressed, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Would you carry our child out of love?" The man asked, stroking her cheek.
JJ's heart began to pound furiously.
"No," she said firmly, wincing as her kidnapper pushed her to the ground.
"Wrong answer," he stated, undoing his belt.
JJ tried squirming away, even screaming. "No!" She screamed. "No! No! No! No! No!"
She couldn't look at his naked body. She could barely look at her own. It was so ugly, so thin, so bruised, so damaged.
"I thought you loved children," the man said, biting her neck. Aaron never did that. He always kissed her neck, not bit it. This was entirely new.
"Not with you!" JJ yelled, trying to push the man away. She didn't have much luck.
He was inside of her before she could make the next move. She was so scared. This man was a beast. He was rough with her tiny body, whereas Aaron was always gentle with her. She missed him more than anything. If there were anyone she was sharing her body with, it was him. Not this bastard.
"Fucking shut up!" The man howled.
JJ kept her eyes closed as she felt her body being jerked around. She had lost control. Her body was no longer hers. That was scarier than anything. She felt absolutely helpless. Her body wasn't controllable by her anymore. How far did he have to go before she got the message?
She tried thinking of her children as a way to distance herself from the situation, but all of her efforts failed. Her seemingly happy life had been shattered. Suddenly, everything had amplified itself. She couldn't focus on anything else. Her mind was trying so desperately to escape the horror that her body was enduring, but it just couldn't.
When he was finally done, JJ let out the breath she'd been holding. She was kicked to the corner, left to cry and ache with both heartbreak and broken bones.
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