AN: I have been out of town this entire month, I just got home last night! I do not take my computer when I travel because its too much of a hassle getting through TSA at the airports! So, here is a nice long chapter for you! Remember what I said- these people are horrible, abusive and controlling. This chapter gets a bit uncomfortable but nothing graphic. These story will continue to get more violent as it moves forward. One thing I want to say about this: I am a survivor of trafficking, I work with victims of horrific violence. I do not downplay things that happen to make others feel more comfortable, it is degrading and offensive to the survivors to take away what they have survived. TRIGGER WARNING: JJ IS NOT IN A GOOD PLACE; THEY ARE DANGEROUS AND SICK.

JJ sat in a corner room, her knees curled to her chest; shivering. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus, couldn't gather any thoughts. It was as if her mind was frozen but spinning at an unfathomable speed. Thoughts would race in, but JJ couldn't focus on them for more than a fleeting moment; and that was terrifying.

At least she thought it was, or should be. Truthfully, she felt nothing; no pain, no fear, no hope or despair. Just… nothing. Logically, she knew that was terrifying, that she should be feeling something, anything.

But it was better this way; her brain was protecting itself from the trauma that had occurred and was surely to keep occurring. Disassociating was safer and better then feeling any emotion, any pain. And she faintly understood now why some of her victims recalled not feeling anything; because she was in their spot now.

And she didn't blame them.

She licked her lips, and looked up and around; her surroundings were completely different that was she had expected. She was in the corner of bedroom, well, at least she suspected it was a bedroom. A small closet was in the corner with a large padlock on the doors; the carpet was soft and white, while the walls had a beige color and unusual texture. A fan spun easily on the celling providing some circulation to the small room. A window was positioned just above where she had been placed and as JJ craned her neck, she saw that it was simply too small to even try and escape out of, too high off the ground for her, and locked.

That left one way out, and as her eyes slowly drifted over to the doorway she noticed that there was no door; instead, a man with a large weapon stood watching her. His hands firmly gripping the weapon; his stance letting JJ know not to try anything.

She shook her head, trying to force the cobwebs out; she had enough to know not to try and escape, but even thinking beyond the window or door was not something she was capable of at the moment. Another shiver run up her spine and JJ couldn't control her body from shaking.

"It's the drugs baby doll, it ain't cold in here." JJ looked up and saw the man with the guard smirking at her. "Don't worry, you'll get use to them, got plenty of it for you. But…." He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder before taking a step into the room. "I can help keep you warm if you want." He made a disgusting gesture and laughed at the look that crossed JJ's face. "Damn girl, that drug got you!" He reached for JJ and she pulled away as his hands reached to caress her cheek. "Oh, you better get used to this; can't stop it! You goin to bring us the dollar."

He stood back up and walked away, leaving JJ looking over her body. Her pants had been taken, as had her shoes and socks, but she was clothed from the waist up, wearing an oversized, black t-shirt that seemed to be more than a few sizes too big. A thought suddenly struck JJ and she wondered why she hadn't considered it before; she pulled the shirt over her knees and while it was not ideal, it did provide some warmth. As she sat in the room, she faintly heard men beginning to talk outside of the small area and only briefly looked up before leaning her head back against the wall for support.

Eric stood sipping his ice tea, carefully observing his newest catch. He was glad she was sensitive to the drug; it helped keep her under control for now. But Eric was not dumb and knew that soon she would build up a tolerance to it. It was essential that they get this one under control quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was spend more money on more potent drugs. But he would if needed; there was no question about that in his mind.

He had every intention of starting her off slow, he would love never having to use the drugs- his supplier had skyrocketed the prices recently and the less he used the better. At least in his business model; but with this one, he didn't feel he had a choice.

She had revealed she was a federal agent, FBI at that. He had quickly signaled for one of his meds to drug her; he didn't want a fight. So with one signal, a needle had been brought in and the situation diffused. Before she had checked it, he had made it appear what his intentions were; and while he knew what was going through her mind, he had not assaulted her. Instead, he had stripped her of her clothes and quickly had one his men throw one of the black shirts over her before they shuffled her into the room she was currently in.

The black shirt allowed everyone within the organization to recognize her as what she was; money. None of his previous victims had ever figured out the symbolization, but it was easy enough. One black shirt, no matter the weather, meant she belonged to them.

The branding would come later; he needed to wait until his artist arrived. He cracked his knuckles as he watched her continue to squirm around a bit; watched her lick her lips frequently and knew it was time to start.

He set down his glass and grabbed another off the glasses set near the door way; unlike his, this one was plastic. He had learned long ago not to give any of them glass; he had the scar on his arm to prove what could happen when one of them saw the glass as a weapon. Like hell he was getting ninety stiches again.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a medicine dropper before dipping it in the water and allowing the dropper to fill up.

"Boss?" The guard took the cup from him and stepped aside as Eric walked in and over to the woman.

Instantly, she looked up at him and didn't break eye contact. She was down but not out.

"You truly are feisty, aren't you?" Eric laughed, showing her the medication dropper. "Open your mouth, you must be thirsty." They always were after being dosed with the drug, they often opened up eagerly, but this one clenched her lips together. Eric smiled, "its water, nothing else." She refused and Eric felt his temper growing; he was offering her what she needed and she was refusing. "Look, I don't have the patience to deal with you right now, and you do not want to make me mad."

She glared at him, the hate in her clouded eyes growing stronger. Her mouth remain clenched shut although she was desperate for water.

"I won't order you again, open up!" Eric growled, hearing the guard's footsteps behind him. JJ refused and Eric stared. "You want to play, we can play." He motioned for his guard who came behind JJ and grabbed her arm, twisting until she gasped in pain.

"Good girl," Eric cooed and emptied the dropped in her mouth, holding her head back and pinching her nose until she swallowed. "Feel better?" He smiled, brushing her hair.

The glare she gave him didn't surprise him, the kick that came after, knocking him to his back did. "Fuck you." Came a small but strong voice.

Eric sprang back up, seeing that his guard had done his job and that the blonde was properly restrained. "Oh baby, that's exactly what we plan to do." He gave one last look at her before looking at his guard. "There is a restraint in the closet, go ahead and make sure it fits her." The guard nodded and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs, cuffing JJ to a bar on the wall before walking over the locked closet.

And as he walked away, Eric swore he saw just a hint of fear in her eyes; and it only made him more excited.