Who's The Fairest
Emily Presntiss was scared.
Present
Emily sat starring at the steel door waiting for her captor to return. As she lay there she attempted to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen. It didn't help that her head was still a little fuzzy from whatever drugs the unsub had injected her with. Never the less she tried as best she could to clear her head and compartmentalize the fear rising inside her. This was not the first time she has been used as a punching bag by an Unsub, but she has never been the play thing of a sexual sadist.
Whoever this guy was he was planning on killing here and he was going to put her through hell before he did it. The team didn't know exactly what this man had done to the previous five women but they knew the lasting effects the unsub's torture left behind. Emily wasn't sure if it was better to be in the dark about what was to come or if would help the knot in her stomach and her mental preparation if she knew.
That thought was interrupted by the Unsub as he entered the room carrying a pink nylon cord. Before he could do anything Emily began to talk to him.
"I know why you are doing these things to these women I can help you. I know the first time you killed it felt wonderful and none of the others felt that good. I know you want it to feel good again but it never will let me help you." She attempted to reason with him the plan had very little chance of success but it was all she could do and she had to try.
The Unsub didn't seem to agree with what she had said and in response he punched her in the stomach. "This is my grand and wonderful plan, each victim has provided me with the perfect piece for my work of art and each kill has provided me with all release I desire and then some, now shut up."
He waited a few moments for her to recover and then grabbed her by the hair and forced her around to the other side of the bed so that she was facing the camera and his back was all the camera could see. "I hope your friends enjoy the show." He said with a grin, "Now who is the fairest of them all?"
She wasn't exactly sure what he was asking and she wasn't in a frame of mind to cooperate with him so she remained silent. This was not the answer he wanted and so he slapped her face with the back of his hand. "What is your name?"
Now she knew what he wanted but she still wasn't willing to give it to him even though her face was now throbbing. At her lack of response he grabbed her face and pulled her so that she was inches from his face. "TELL ME YOUR NAME" he yelled at her. Still she remained silent every bone in her body was determined to deny him, though her resolve melted a little bit when she saw the glint of steel. In response to her silence he pulled out a knife and sliced deeply into her upper left arm. "Tell me your name."
Emily was engaged in an internal battle, part of her wanted to give in and tell him her name so he would stop hurting her. But the other part of her refused to give in, refused to play his game, and refused to let him know her name simply because it was what he wanted .
Seeing that she wasn't planning on answering him he grabbed her left arm and pushed him thumb into the wound he had just made. Emily hissed as the pain flamed through her arm. "Tell me" he whispered in her ear.
"Emily" she panted out through the pain, it was an automatic self preservation response to stop the burning pain . He released her arm and stepped back.
After a moment he forcefully and quickly flipped her over on to her stomach. He then proceeded to pull out the ribbon lacing up her corset. He moved so quick it took several seconds for her to understand what he was doing.
He took the thick pink nylon cord and began to re-lace the corset with it, he kept pulling it tighter and tighter, the corset was made with steel stays instead of whale bone which allowed the Unsub to fracture Emily's ribs and compress her lungs making it very difficult for Emily to breath. As he pulled the cord tighter Emily began to struggle against him as best she could given her position on the bed. He ignored her struggles and continued to tighten the corset. After pulling the corset as tight as he could he tied it and flipped her back over, he stepped back and watched as Emily struggled to breath.
Emily lay there fighting to breath while this vile man towered over her smiling. Later when she was thinking clearly she wondered why she refused to show him how hard it was to breath and how close to panicking she was. She knew this guy got off by seeing her in pain so why not put on a show make it look like she was in more pain than she was or at this point how much pain she was actually in. Why not give him what he wanted she knew the torture would end faster that way.
But she wouldn't give into this guy no matter how painful it was or how emotionally traumatic it was. She knew refusing to giving in was the only thing holding her together psychologically. She could heal physically and emotionally but she would never be able to heal if he psychologically broke her and if she ever got out of this hell she was not going to let this guy take her life away from her.
So she laid there slowly suffocating and she used all her will power not to struggle instead she focused on taking one labored painful and shallow breath after another. To her it felt like he stood there watching her for an eternity; but in truth it had only been five minutes and soon it became clear that the Unsub was losing patience. He wanted to see her suffer and struggle and he wasn't getting that. So he punched her in the stomach knocking the wind out of her.
This got him exactly what he wanted. She couldn't breath and began to struggle a bit fighting for air. All thoughts of not fighting went out the window once Emily couldn't breathe, all thoughts in general were gone as her survival skills kicked in and she began clawing at the offending garment which was preventing her from breathing. He captor stood there watching her with a big smile as she suffocated.
She quickly became light headed, after about a minute the Unsub flipped her over once more and with the knife cut the nylon cord, he heard her take a gasping breath as she could once again breath. He wasted no time removing the cut cord and re-laced the corset with the ribbon. The re-laced corset was far from comfortable but it did allow her to breathe rather normally. When he was finished he flipped her over one last time.
He grabbed her face pulling her closer to him, "I bet your hungry" holding her face tightly for a moment he then released her throwing her back on the bed. He walked out of the room returning immediately with a basket of apples. He grabbed one setting the basket on the floor. He returned to her and forced the apple into her mouth "Eat" he demanded. With little choice she took a bite and began to chew. He placed the unfinished apple in her hand.
"I must get back to work on your coffin don't worry I am being very precise it will be air tight. Just a couple days of fun and you will be ready. Goodnight Emily." He said with a big toothy smile, he then turned and left the room.
Emily just laid there on the bed. Once she heard the door lock she let the apple fall out of her hand and onto the floor. She was tired of fighting and she finally let the pain and emotions take control.
