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~ Chapter Six ~
~ "& now you're mine, all mine." ~
JJ looked around the small, cold, dark room. She shook her head as she looked down at the binds that tied her hands together, dark bruises forming from each time the metal had hit her pale skin. She sighed, sitting up to sit against the concrete wall, curled up in a tight ball, her bare feet laying on the dirty, hard mattress.
She wrapped her arms around herself, wincing as the metal cuffs sliced her skin open a little. She dug her fingernails into her exposed knees, slightly rocking herself back and forth. Slow tears ran down her grubby face, leaving a light line that exposed her pale skin through the mixture of dirt and mud.
She stared ahead of her at the blank, grey wall and nibbled a little on her lower lip, she wanted to scream for someone to save her, but the scream was stuck in her throat as more tears fell down and she was afraid that the scream would only come out as nothing more than a whimper.
She hated herself, she hated herself for letting this happen, for letting it get this far. She loathed herself for letting him win. She could feel her body shaking but she refused to tear her eyes away from the wall, hoping that if she stared at it for long enough then she could magically burn a hole in it and get out of her own personal hell.
She dug her nails further and further into her skin, taking in her situation. The tears started to fall heavily down her face, landing on her bare knees, dripping down her leg before fading away – just like she wished she could right then.
She cursed herself for not letting Hotch stay with her, or not letting someone else stay in the room with her. But then she knew that he would have hurt them – and she knew she would rather stay here for as long as she lived, rather than stay here, knowing that someone she loved, someone she was close to, was laying in a hospital or a morgue. She knew that at least this way, everyone was safe. Except herself.
Blood dripped down along with tears after a while, and she looked down at her knees in shock, gasping a little at the sight of the blood, taking a moment to realize where it had come from. She shook her head, letting the tears mix with the blood, leaving an almost pink trail to run down her leg, hitting the mattress in small droplets.
She wondered how much longer she could be left on her own, alone to think about what could possibly happen to her while she was here, alone to cry about those she had left behind. Isolated from everything and everyone that she loved.
She sighed, wrapping her arms around her knees, not caring when blood finally fell from her wrists in a large drop, hitting the cold, hard mattress. She smiled a little when she saw it, the blood was good, the pain was welcome, it all meant that she was still alive. It was the only thing that let her know that she was living, she was breathing. She clung into the pain with every ounce of strength she had, hoping that soon, very soon, they would find her and then Hotch would take her into his arms, telling her that everything would be okay. And she would believe him, she would look into his eyes, and she would believe every word he told her because she loved him.
She closed her eyes, her mouth twitching into a small smile as she pictured Hotch coming to rescue her. She knew it had to happen soon. He would never give up on her, and she would never give up on him. She kept her eyes closed, leaning her head against the wall, thinking about their relationship and how happy they had been before all of this. Hope was good, hope is good when it's all you have left.