Chapter 5

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this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole

RATED : Mature Audiences only

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"Garcia, do you have the surveillance tapes from the hotel?" Hotch asked.

"How did this happen?" Morgan cut in, looking at JJ.

"I don't know, she was going to the gift shop to buy advil, but she never came back. I went down to the gift shop and they never saw her." JJ said, tears in her eyes. "Then I saw our room card lying on the floor by the elevator and knew something was wrong."

"How do you know she's missing?" Reid questioned.

"Well–" JJ started, but the chirpy voice behind the phone interrupted her.

"I got it! Oh no! Sir, it looks like two men carried out a women, who looks just like our Emily, at 11:27pm. If you didn't know, she just looks drunk." Garcia informed them sadly.

Hotch rubbed his forehead in frustration and exhaled sharply.

"Wait did you say two men Garcia?" Reid questioned.

"Yes, one is without a doubt Chris Bradley, but I don't recognize the other one. I'll run racial recognition to see if he's in the system." Garcia said.

"If he has a partner, that means we've been looking at this case all wrong! There was only one sample of DNA in all the women, that means the other men managed to not leave any evidence!" Reid realized.

"I got nothing on the partner," Garcia responded, "ziltch"

Everyone sighed and looked to Hotch

for direction.

"Alright, we need to go to the station and talk to the chief there. Everyone, watch your backs and don't go anywhere alone, understood?" Hotch told them.

Everyone nodded and piled down the hall into the SUV's.

JJ rode with Morgan and Reid, who didn't say a word. The fear and worry for their friend was hanging above all of them. They all knew what this man did to women, and didn't want their friend to go through it.

"We have to find her.." Reid mumbled quietly, almost as if to himself.

"I know kid, we're gunna do everything we can." He said, "she'll be okay...she always is." He said trying to reassure everyone in the car.

.CM.

Emily managed to fall asleep sometime that night, but not for very long. Why was he treating her so different that the other women?

"Rise and shine princess!" Chris said happily as he walked down the stairs.

Emily quickly sat up, trying to make herself look as fearless as possible, despite the pure fear she was feeling.

"I have a friend I'd like to introduce you to." He said, motioning for someone to come down.

She turned her head towards the stairs for the second time, and saw another man come down.

This guy was shorter than Chris, but very muscular. He had a full head of curly blonde hair. But it was his eyes that caught her. They were dark green, and had pure evil in them. She physically sunk into the chair. She knew this new man couldn't be good news.

"This is my buddy Ryan. I told him about you, and he couldn't wait to meet you!" Chris said coldly, yet with a grin on his face.

Ryan looked every inch of her body up and down, until Emily couldn't stand it anymore. She turned her head away, fighting the urge to vomit. These men looked and her and didn't see a human. They viewed her as garbage that they could treat horribly.

Emily looked at Ryan and when she glanced down she saw something that made her feel bike rising in her throat. He had was getting excited.

"Chris, can I have some fun with her now?" Ryan pleaded.

Chris just nodded as he walked to untie her. Emily had her one chance.

She waited until he had both her hands untied, then slammed her head back, so it his nose, cracking it right away.

"You bitch!" Chris screamed as he clutched his bleeding nose.

Emily quickly stood up, kicked him in the groin, and watched him fall to the floor, moaning. Then she turned around to face Ryan. He charged at her, which made her step back half an inch to brace herself. She wasn't expecting Chris's quick recovery until he grabbed a handful of her hair in his hands, and spun her around so she was facing him.

"What makes you think you can hit a man, bitch?" He spit in her face, bring his hand up.

Emily just stood there, and chose not to respond to him, which only angered him more. He slapped her hard, over and over again. She could feel the blood in her mouth, and didn't have time to recover when he started punching her stomach.

All the air left her lungs and she started wheezing. She couldn't imagine what the bruises would look like after this.

"Are you sorry yet you little whore?" Chris asked mockingly.

Emily just lied on the cold ground silently, clutching her stomach. She wasn't going to give in to him, and she sure as hell wasn't about to apologize to him.

"Ryan, you can continue." Chris said, oddly calm.

Chris walked away, and she saw Ryan walk towards her.

"Hello beautiful, I forgive you. I know you want to make it up to me," He said, lifting her chin off of the ground. "and I know how you're going to do it."

He grabbed another handful of her hair and pulled her up. She struggled to push herself up using her arms and legs, and felt her ribs protesting. She didn't think they were broken, but definitely bruised.

She bit her lip to prevent herself forming yelping in pain. She would be surprised if she still had hair after what they kept doing.

He started dragging her towards the corner of the room...the corner with the iron frame bed.

"No..no no please not this. Please no!" Her mind screamed out.

She started flailing her arms around, hoping they would make contacts with his face, but she failed.

He threw her on to the bed, that creaked when she landed. He pulled out three sets of handcuffs. He handcuffed her hands to the head of the bed, then went to her legs.

She lashed out, but when she tried kicking him, Chris came from the side and hit her in the face again. She was stunned.

"I told you not to do that!" He yelled, pointing at her face.

She just glared at him, then looked back as Ryan began climbing on top of her. He started pulling her pants off, then ripped her panties off.

"You're going to enjoy this bitch.." He whispered into her ear.

He then tore open her already ripped blouse and began sucking on her collar bone.

She turned her head away, and held back her tears. She just wanted to be home, with her team where she felt safe.

He unzipped his zipper and she gagged at the sight of his penis. She watched as he put on a condom, and knew there was nothing more she could do. She tried squirming around on the bed, desperately trying to become free, but nothing worked.

She wasn't prepared for the pain of him thrusting into her, and she felt the most excruciating pain rip through her. He kept going and going, thrusting harder and harder each time. His grunting and moaning of satisfaction made her feel sick. She couldn't stop the tears this time, as they rolled down her cheeks, and she tasted the saltiness when they reached her mouth. She managed to not let a whimper of pain escape her lips and she waited for it to be over.

As he thrusted into her, he grabbed her breasts, moaning. She turned her head to see Chris watching and smiling.

She blinked away the tears, trying to be strong. She decided she couldn't give them what they wanted ever again. That's how she would survive this, and she began putting up her walls.

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