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~ Chapter Eleven ~
JJ opened her eyes slowly as her whole body shook through the strain of just trying to get up. She looked around, noticing that everything in her room had gone – the television, the chair, the desk and her diary. She winced when she sat up and curled up in the corner, she noticed the nice clothes he had bought her were gone and instead she had been put in a grey nightgown. She sighed, she didn't care that everything had been taken away from her and she didn't care that he was no longer going to treat her. But she did care that after three months she was stuck here.
She rocked herself back and forth, her arms wrapped tight around herself as she ignored every single ache and pain running through her body. She bit down hard on her lower lip and shook her head, tears ran down her bruised and pale face as she tried to think of a way out of this.
She looked up the stairs and at the door, smiling a little to herself as she thought about getting away from him, running into Hotch's arms and letting him hold her all night and telling her everything is okay. She could imagine his kisses on her lips, whispering that he loved her into her ear. She could almost feel him brushing her hair out of her eyes and smiling down at her, telling her that he never gave up on her.
She slowly stood up, standing at the bottom of the stairs to get ready for him, she knew she would have to run, she knew it had to be today. She sighed and nibbled a little on her lower lip as more tears fell down her face, she smiled when the door opened and got ready to pounce on him or something.
She tried her best to smile at him, and he grinned in return. She watched him walk down the stairs, wondering why he didn't think about bringing a weapon. She took a step back when he got to the bottom, watching as he placed the tray of food down onto the floor for her. She took her shot then, grabbing a wooden plank she saw in the corner of the room, smiling as it made contact with his head – hard.
And then she ran. She ran as fast as she could, away from her own personal hell. She ran and ran, grabbing onto the door handle, crying out when she realized it was locked. She screamed, banging onto the door hoping that somebody would hear her and save her from this.
And then there was a shout and then she felt something make contact with the back of her head. And then it was black, everything was black and she found herself hoping that it would stay that way.