I am back, sooner than I expected. My beta decide to surprise me by finishing the chapters earlier because her husband was watching some silly show on tv that she wasn't interest in, so she beta my chapters. Thanks sis! You have made some people happy here including vampiremuggle and midnightangelxoxo.

I also cannot believe that I have been writing this story for over a year now. Wow. I honestly didn't expect to take this long or be this long. I was sure as heck that this story would have 60 chapters. Nope. Not that I am complaining, I am having fun writing it, most of the time.

I want to warn you before you read this that there is a RAPE SCENE in this chapter. For those who are uncomfortable with it, I am sorry. It was difficult for me to write it, but Julian is a mean SOB.

And as usual, I do not own Criminal Minds. So please read and review my story.

Chapter #55

Ashley struggled with her restraints as she watched him place the roses on the table beside her. Right beside the syringe and the chart. She knew if Julian took her away, she would never been seen again.

She was about to scream when Julian covered her mouth with his hand, pressing down hard on her. She could feel something cold, hard and sharp against her neck. "Scream and Dr. Reid will die," he threatened with his eyes glaring angrily at her. She knew that Julian meant every word. He lifted his hand.

Where is the guard, she thought. He started undoing her head brace.

"I honestly do not know what you see in him. He doesn't know of how to act properly, let alone dress properly. The man wears mismatched socks," he said in disgust. "I was so sure that you would have gone with Derek Morgan or even David Rossi."

Because they are not Spencer. I can be myself with him, not be afraid.

"Where is my son," she asked. Julian lifted the head brace off of her. She saw him holding a knife in his right hand.

"With me, silly," he answered. "You will meet him soon." Ashley struggled even harder with her arm restraints. Either Julian didn't notice the syringe that was hiding behind the vase or didn't care. But she knew that she had to escape before Julian takes her out of the hospital.

She had to stall till the guard gets back, "How did you know where I was. I just got here," she asked.

"Baby, you always underestimate my powers. When you were booked, one of my people called me and told me what happened. I cannot believe that miserable old woman did that to my woman."

"Who?" Julian made a tsking sound with his lips then slapping her hard on her face. She could taste the blood inside her mouth.

"You know you are not supposed to ask too many questions. No one likes a nosy whore, only quiet one who knows how to please people."

Julian ran his hands down her body, feeling her breasts, her stomach and her thighs where she jumped involuntary when he touched her hip. She bit her lip, stopping herself from screaming.

"Oh baby, your hip still hurts. Let me kiss it and make it better," he said. He started to undo her jeans.

Oh God, he is going to rape me here in this hospital room. He was about to pull her jeans down where he noticed that her legs were still in restraints, preventing him to pull her jeans down even further.

Ashley closed her eyes, Forgive me Spencer, she thought. She could feel her leg braces being taken off.

She forced her mind to go back to that place where she had hoped she wouldn't have to go ever again, but she had no choice if she wanted to survive.

She opened her eyes again, seeing that she was in a dark room with one of those metal fold out chairs that was sitting next to a film projector sitting on its stand, with the film rolling. The light beam from the projector shone on the white screen that was in front of her. Other than that, the room was bare, just hardwood floors, no other furniture that she can see.

"I don't want to see this movie," she heard her voice. But she knew that she didn't speak a word. Her feet started to move toward the chair.

"No, no, no," she heard her voice.

"Let me skip this. I know how it goes. I had seen it several times." Her feet ignored her pleas as they moved closer to the chair. Her body turned around and sat down on the chair hard. Her hands were clamped on the seat. She was trapped in her chair.

She then realized something that she wasn't hurting anymore. Her hip was just fine. "My mind is already blocking the pain. Doc would love to study this. Doc," her voice said realizing of who she was talking about.

"I'm sorry, but please don't find me like this." She could see Julian on the screen. He was on top of her on the gurney. Her face had this staring out in space look.

He just cut away the leg braces, dropping them on the side, not caring if they made a sound or not. She could see herself not struggling anymore.

"There, that is my good girl. You know what you like, don't you," he said.

"I like you to give me back my son and burn in hell you fucked up bastard."

She could feel tears running down her face. It was a slow motion movie where her tears slowly fell down her face in giant raindrop shapes, landing on the floor with a big splash.

"Doc will know what this is." She bit her lips together, trying not to say Reid's name, just in case Julian heard which she knew that would pissed him off even worse. She watched as Julian pulled her jeans and shoes off.

"Stop, stop," her voice pleaded.

She turned facing the film projector and started pushing every button on the machine to stop the movie or go fast forward to skip this part. But the film kept rolling.

She looked down, seeing that she wasn't wearing her jeans or shoes. Just her white lace pantries that she was saving for Reid later tonight and black socks.

"Ohh," Julian said, seeing them. "Those are very nice."

"Please. I don't want to see this," she heard her voice begging her body. But she could not turn away or even shut her eyes.

Then she heard a gun being cocked back in one low click.

"Get off of her," Darcy threatened in an ice-cold voice. She saw him pointing his gun at Julian.

"Darcy," she actually spoke.

"Or you do what, shoot me," Julian asked with a smug look on his face.

"Go ahead. Kill me in front of her. Have her fear come true. Have her feel responsible for sending you to prison."

Darcy never answered him, but Ashley could see his finger wrapping around the trigger, ready to squeeze.

"Don't," Ashley pleaded.

I should explain of what is happening with Ashley in this chapter and the following two chapters. It is called Disassociation. It is very common among sexual abuse victims. They describe as either floating above their body as the "act" is happening. Basically it is a defense mechanism where the mind can protect itself. There have been a few cases where the person have described as watching a movie in a surreal environment.