chapter 4
disclaimer: i do not own any of the criminal minds characters, i do own the victims/suspects/officers.
this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole
RATED : Mature Audiences only
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"Hotch! Hotch!" JJ screamed, pounding on the unit chiefs door.
"JJ, what's wrong? It's late!" He asked, rubbing his tires eyes.
"It's Emily...she's missing." JJ managed to get out before tears started slowly falling.
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Emily felt a dull ache in her head, and cold metal around her wrists.
"What the–" She mumbled as she began waking up. She was disoriented and confused about what was happening. Then it hit her.
The walk down the hall, the presence, then the blacking out.
She started yanking the cuffs up, desperately trying to break free.
"Ok. Calm down, and think of a way out of this."
She looked around the small dungeon she was in. It had thick, grey, cement walls. No windows of course. Next to the chair she was tied to, there was different type of tools laid out on a table that looked like it would break if she blew on it. She saw a small staircase that she assumed led up to a door, but she couldn't see it. Then she turned her head around and saw a iron frame bed in the corner, kind of similar to the one in Chris's basement.
Was that who took her? Chris? If he took her, where in earth was he able to take her? His house was out of the question, so he must've had a backup plan.
She saw that she still had her clothes on, so that was a good sign she thought. Just then, she heard the creaking of a door open, light shine in, then slam close.
"Okay, so it's a heavy door that must lead outside since light shined in." She made a mental note, the profiler in her never leaving.
"Hello Emily, I see you're finally awake." She heard an all too familiar voice say.
"How king was I out?" She asked, deciding to try and stall him so she could think of a plan.
"About 3 hours." He said coldly.
"It was about 11:20 when I left for the gift shop, so it's probably around 2am." She decided.
"Chris what are you doing. I am an FBI agent. My team will hunt you down." Emily told him, knowing it was true.
"Oh Emily, I learned from my old mistakes. I chose a place where nobody will find us." Chris assured her, with the same creepy grin on his face.
In the bright light above him, she was able to study his face. Emotionless brown eyes, receding hairline, with that nasty scar on his cheek.
"Chris I know you think there is no way out, but I can help you–" She was cut short when Chris's huge hand connected with her face.
"I know what you're trying to do. Stall me. Well it won't work, I'm not stupid Agent Prentiss." He said, putting emphasis on the 'agent'.
She was stunned for a moment before he became very angry.
"You women, you think you're smarter than me, more powerful. Well let me show you what I can do to you." He said, grabbing a knife from his pocket and he began undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"No, Chris you don't have to do this." She said, trying to sound as strong as she could. She couldn't let him see the fear in her eyes, her trembling body. She needed to remain strong if she wanted to survive this.
When he didn't respond, she knew there was no pulling him out.
He began roughly kissing her neck, ears, and breasts. He began biting her, and she wanted to give in, to scream for his to stop, to cry out for her team, but she knew she couldn't give in.
She tried squirming away from him, but it only made him angrier.
"Oh, you don't like that? Let me show you what else I can do." He grinned.
Her eyes widened as he pulled out the knife. He began cutting her skin right above her breast. She tried her best not to make a sound, as she felt her skin tearing apart. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. She knew he would enjoy her suffering too much. He continued this cut until he reached the other side.
She exhaled when he finished, and held back the tears. She knew this would leave a scar, one that would remind her of this ordeal for the rest of her life. Then she had a scary thought.
"If I get out of this alive."
The team would find her, she knew they wouldn't stop until they did. She couldn't imagine what they would be thinking. Why didn't she defend herself more? She shouldn't have left alone.
He gave her one more rough kiss, and backed up.
"Alright I'm done with you for now, I'll see you in the morning. We will have some more fun tomorrow. Maybe we will have visitors? Goodnight Emily, sleep tight." He called back as he walked up the stairs.
Visitors? The other woman hadn't had traces of multiple men. Was he doing something new with her?
She didn't know what to do. She just sat in the cold metal chair, hoping her team would find her soon.