chapter 7

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

please leave any comments below, this is my first criminal minds fabrication! please let me know what i can do better!

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"Shit man! How did they find me!?...Okay, I'll think of something...I gotta move her now though...talk to you later. Thanks for the heads up." Chris said, turning around and hanging up.

"Looks like the fun is going to have to wait princess."

Emily cringed when he called her princess, it's something Morgan would occasionally call her.

"Your team managed to find us." He said, running his hand through his hair and pacing in front of the bed.

"I told you, they're the best at their jobs. No matter where you take me, they will hunt you down." She told him.

"Well, I need you to behave like a little princess for a couple hours." He said, pulling out a needle.

"Wha–Where did you get that? What are you doing to me." Emily said, panic rising in her voice. If she was unconscious, who knows what he would do to her.

"We're going for a little ride." He smiled, walking over to her and injecting her arm with the clear fluid.

Almost immediately Emily started feeling very drowsy. Soon enough, she was out cold and Chris was able to take the handcuffs off, and carry her to his dads old car.

He decided to get rid of the van after driving here so it couldn't be traced.

He put her in the back seat, cuffed her to the handle inside and they drove off down the gravel driveway.

.CM.

All three SUV's came to a stop in record time when they pulled up to the house. Hotch and a few of the officers went into the house, while Rossi and Morgan went around back.

Morgan could hear them yelling clear, and his heart sank every time because it meant they hadn't found her.

As he walked around the back with his gun drawn, a wooden door with a steel handle on the ground caught his attention.

As they got closer, they realized it was a bomb shelter. Soundproof and indestructible.

He signaled for Rossi and they both went to it.

"1...2...3!" Morgan whispered, not wanting whoever was behind the door to hear him.

He yanked up, surprised to find that it wasn't locked.

"FBI!" Morgan screamed. "Emily!? Emily!?" He screamed, desperate to hear her answer him.

He and Dave looked around and saw nobody.

"God damnit!" Morgan yelled, running his hands over his head.

"We need a forensics team down here, now." Rossi said into his mic.

As Morgan looked around, he felt sick. He saw drops of blood on the floor, that he assumed was Emily's. He glanced around and saw the iron frame bed with more blood on it and he wanted to vomit.

"She...she was here Rossi." Morgan said, anger laced in his voice

"How did he know we were coming?" Rossi said, a hint of anger in his voice.

Morgan just shook his head as he shuddered thinking about what was happening to Emily at this moment.

.CM.

She was in a car, the back seat to be exact. She opened her groggy eyes and looked around. She couldn't see out the window, but all she saw was sky.

"Were probably not in a major city, which means there's an even smaller chance of being saved." Emily thought.

Emily heard Chris mumbling under his breath, and she realized she was in a very bad situation.

"How did they find me...how did this happen..."

He was unraveling. The team finding his 'perfect hiding spot' really upset him.

"It was the perfect place..." He said to himself.

"Chris–" Emily tried to say.

"No! Shut up! Shut up right now!" He said, violently pulling over.

Emily watched in fear as he parked the car, got out and came to her side door.

"Chris...Chris please–" Emily tried to calm him down. All of her previous training was long gone.

"No! I didn't leave a trace! They shouldn't have found me!" He yelled as he paced around outside.

"You! You did this!" He declared, marching angrily over to her.

He began pounding his fists into her abdomen and a few hits made their way to her face. She couldn't do anything to shield her body or fight back because of the cuffs.

Three minutes later when he was done, he closed the door and began driving again. She was left in the back seat struggling to breath as her whole body ached.

"In and out...in and out." She said as she instructed herself to breath through the new pain.

Although she didn't know the exact time, she estimated they had been in the car for about two and a half hours before sh felt gravel under the wheels. No more than five minutes later, the car was parked again.

Chris came and roughly grabbed her from the back seat, keeping her hands cuffed behind her back.

As soon as she was out of the car she could feel all of her injuries. Her abdomen ached, and she was sure it was black and purple by now. Her hands were going numb after being restrained behind her for so long, and she had an ache between her legs that made her angry. She let these monsters violate her, multiple times.

As they walked, she took a look around her. She saw lots of pine trees, and an old cottage house. It was a very run down house, painted a dark green and had a nice front porch.

She was stumbling on the rocks, since she was still a little disoriented after the drug Chris had given her.

"Lets go." Chris demanded, yanking her arm.

When she got closer to the house, she looked up. It had to have been abandoned years ago. The paint was chipped off the house, there was junk piled up by one side, and one of the windows was broken.

Once they reached the door, Chris peered into the windows and then twisted the doorknob, and it was unlocked.

"What luck" Chris mumbled.

He pushed her inside and she tripped over a small table that was right in front of the door. She landed hard on her right shoulder and yelled.

"Get up bitch." Chris said from outside, then walked through the door

She managed to get to a seated position and leaned against the couch for support. Then she pushed herself up with her legs when Chris grabbed her.

"Lets go find the bedroom, shall we?" He said winking.

"What's wrong with him? He should be a nervous wreck after realized the team had him" Emily thought.

He pulled her and led her through the living room, which had an old fashioned television and a run down brown couch in the center. He took her down a narrow hallway and was looking in each room.

Emily noticed the family photos that her hanging on the walls. Majority of them where cracked, but she still saw the smiling faces of a growing family.

When Chris found the bedroom, he shoved her on to the bed. She was able to flip herself over so she was at least facing him.

"I've got nothing to lose, so we're going to continue the fun." He said pulling out a phone, one she didn't recognize.

Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant.

He wasn't going to give up and let her go. He wanted to keep 'having fun' with her because he knew he was going to be caught either way. That's when he pulled down his pants, once again.

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