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Chapter Twenty-Four.

I tried not to cry the entire time, I just kept my eyes shut and hoped that it would end soon. It felt like the torture went on for hours – I couldn't tell you exactly how long but to me it went on forever. Once he'd finished I could no longer stand, I was only upright because he kept me pinned to the wet room wall the whole time, the blood from the wounds on my back and legs washing away with the spray of water from the shower. I fell to the floor, my body bruised and broken. I work on cases like these in my job but nothing can prepare you for what just happened – I tried to contain my fear, my anger because all that seemed to do was fuel his desire.

"You are one of a kind my love." He kissed the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my scalp before he walked from the room – leaving me on the floor in an emotional heap. No matter how hard I fought, how hard I tried to keep him away, to make myself less desirable he just continued to lust for me. I know how this ends, he killed those women after a few weeks because he was bored, because he was done with practice. The only way this was going to end is if he dies and that's only going to happen if he takes me with him.

JJ sat outside Spencer's room, her hands on her face as she bounced her foot. It's been six more hours since the rest of the team left to continue their hunt for the man who abducted Davis and attempted to kill Reid.

"JJ?" A croaky voice called, causing her to jump up and poke her head into the room.

"Spence!" She rushed to his side and took his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked down at her friend. "We've been worrying about you…"

He blinked at her, still under the effects of the sedation. "Where's Clara?"

"Spence… She's still missing." JJ squeezed his hand and he tried sitting up "Hey, don't you dare." She placed a hand on his chest and he reluctantly moved back to lie down. "You need to rest. The teams still handling it."

"She found out who is was… He got into her hotel room when she was about to leave to look for me." He winced at the pain, his eyes closing. "She never got to tell me where they first met. If you get a sketch artist in here I could tell you exactly what he looks like."

JJ looked into the hall, catching a nurses eye and gesturing for her to get a doctor. "We can get that sorted Spence but…"

"No JJ, we need to do it now. We're running out of time."

"What do you mean we're running out of time?" She raised her hand to stop the doctor and nurse from coming any closer. Waiting to here Reid's reply.

"He's going to kill himself… And he's going to take Clara with him."

It wasn't long until he returned, carrying a thick checked shirt and a pair of his boxers. He placed them on the closed toilet seat and smiled down at me as if what just happened was consensual and pleasurable for the both of us. He definitely has a wire crossed and a few loose screws in his head somewhere.

"Come on, let's get you dry before you catch a cold." He removed a towel from the radiator beside me and opened it, wrapping it around me as he pulled me to my feet. He didn't seem to care that the bruises and cuts on my body hurt me, he didn't care that what he is doing is wrong. He just sees me as an object for him to control and eventually he'll get bored with me and toss me aside too.

"Can I get dressed alone…" I paused, looking up at him through the strands of my wet hair. "Please?"

He smiled widely at that, obviously seeing my attitude change as a victory. "Of course you can, just meet me out in the kitchen when you're done." He patted my butt and kissed my cheek, leaving me alone while I tried to dry myself the best I could without his prying eyes.

I have to get out of here, I have to find the team – I need to see Reid's body… A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek – the closest friend I'd had in a long time was murdered because a monster thought he was in the way of our one sided relationship. I can't believe that because of me, because of this mans obsession, that his life was taken. I'm not sure if I can carry on in DC after everything, I might have to move back home to England.

"My love?"

My eyes lifted as I pulled on the checked shirt – it hung on me like a tent, it's sleeves dangling at least a foot past my own hands. I let out a painful sigh as I rolled them up, another groan escaping me as I pulled on the boxers which were also too big – thankfully the elastic waist kept them up.

I just need to play his game until I can escape, or I fight and try and find a weapon in here that I can use to kill him. After what he did I definitely want to watch him suffer but then escaping may be the only safer option. I scrubbed my hair to get most of the water out of it before hanging the towel back on the radiator and stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately searching for the only psychopath in the room.

"You look much better." He grinned at me again and held out a bottle of water, my eyes widening as I walked over and took it – opening it and bringing it to lips to take several large gulps. "See, you behave and I'll look after you." He moved to tuck my hair behind my ear but I flinched – my body frozen before I allowed him to do what he wanted to do.

"You're so beautiful."

"Even when I look like this? Covered in cuts a bruises?" I bit my lip and he caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"You will always be beautiful, no matter what." He kissed the top of my forehead and lifted the water back to my lips. "Drink, then we can head to bed. It's getting late."

I nodded and finished the bottle, my eyes scanning the kitchen to see a rack of knifes in the corner by the sink. "I'm still really thirsty, do you mind I I fill this up and take it to bed?" I paused, shuffling on the spot. "Then it means I don't have to get up for a drink, I can just stay in bed with you…" I faked a smile and his eyes beamed at me with happiness.

"Of course my love, you go ahead and I'll get the bed ready." He walked past me and patted my butt again, edging me forward towards the sink. I moved there slowly, fighting the urge not to cry out in pain. "Do you have any paracetamol?" I called over the sound of the running tap.

"It's in the draw to your left!" He called in reply, my hand moving to it and opening it to find the tablets. I took three, chugging them down with my water. I know it says two on the packet but I don't think it would do anything for me right now.

I finished filling my water bottle and I briefly glanced over my shoulder, grabbing the knife with the smallest handle that I could easily conceal in my sleeve, walking slowly back to the area of the home which held the bedroom.

"Thank you… I never actually got to ask your name?" I stood at the other side of the bed – opposite to him.

"It's Christian." He winked and took off his trousers, staying in his boxers as he climbed into bed and tapped the empty space beside him. I swallowed deeply, taking a shaky breath before I placed the bottle on the floor – sliding the knife down there too, just out of sight underneath the bed.

"That's my favourite name." I lied, smiling as I laid down – my body grateful as it sunk into the soft mattress.

"It is?" He breathed as he cuddled into the back of me, his lips on the back of my neck.

"Crazy right?" I faked a laugh and took his hand in mine, allowing him to massage my fingers gently. All I need to do is wait till he falls asleep, then I can attack him and escape. "Well… goodnight." I lifted his fingers to my lips and kissed them, luckily for me I was facing away so he couldn't actually see the disgust and pain on my face.

"Good night my love. Sweet dreams." I felt him smile on my neck before he placed a gentle kiss on my skin, his arms wrapping around me as he got into a comfortable position. I let out a breath, trying to relax as I focused my eyes on the only light now left on, on the other side of the room.

A few hours had passed and he was breathing heavily onto my neck, a few snores escaping him every so often as he fell deeper into his sleep. I pretended to yawn and stretch, my body screaming at me as my muscles burned from the beatings.

My arm dangled over the edge of the bed and he groaned, turning onto his back and freeing me from his vice like hold. I froze – watching him until he began to snore again but louder this time. My fingers brushed against the knife before I pinched the blade and picked it up into my hand. All I need to do was aim for the heart, or the throat, maybe even the eye. I just need to stop him from being able to get back up. I moved to a seated position on the edge of the bed, the knife in my hand as I twisted it in between my fingers – Christian still snoring happily behind me.

"One… Two… Three." I turned and aimed for his chest but his hand caught my wrist, stopping the blade centimetres from his skin.

"I knew you were up to something." His voice was angry now and I screamed, punching him in the groin before pulling my wrist free and stabbing him in the stomach.

"I could never love you." I hissed as I fell forward onto the floor, my head turning to see him rolling in pain on the bed – Scarlett blood seeping out of the fresh wound.

"You ungrateful bitch!" He spat, sitting up and collapsing onto the floor.

"You're the monster…" I whispered, pushing myself on to my feet and moving as fast as I could to the door, my eyes constantly on Christian who was still attempting to come after me.

"You'll never find your way out this forest."

"I'd rather die in that forest than be anywhere near you." I grabbed a metal ornament from the table by the front door and used all my strength to throw it at the glass. I watched in hope as I watched it get closer and closer before it hit and shattered the glass completely – shards dropping all over the floor.

"Clara!" I turned to see him on his feet now, stumbling toward me with his hands clutching his stomach. I turned toward the door and ran over the glass, my bare feet getting sliced up even more as I ran out the house and down a barked path. "I will find you!"

I ignored him and stumbled into the forest, keeping close to the road and using the shadows of the trees to keep myself hidden. The moon was bright tonight and if I stuck to the road he would be able to find me – that's if he lasts that long.

"Just keep going…"

I caught my foot on a root and tumbled down a small slope, rolling until I hit my head on a rock at the bottom beside the road. I groaned, my stomach rolling as I threw up all the water I drank a few hours ago. I could feel the blood dripping from a wound on my hair line but I forced myself up, hearing a car engine in the distance.

"No…" I used the tree to balance myself as a wave of dizziness hit me, my head spinning as I began to stumble away from the sound of the car. "God… Please help me…" Tears mixed in with the blood as I continued down the trail and toward what I hoped to be a main road.

"Clara!" The car lights illuminated the area I was in and I ducked into an old hollow tree, holding my breath as he screamed my name. "Clara! I know this forest like the back of my hand! You won't survive out here long!" I heard him cough and I prayed that where I stabbed him did enough damage to eventually kill him.

I waited until the car drove past and I stood up from my crouch, trying to force myself into a jog now as my chance of escape seemed to be slipping away as every minute passed. I ran deeper into the forest – trying to keep the road in sight the best I could. If the cold didn't get to me, it would be my injuries that killed me next, if not those then it would be Christian.

"I'm so sorry Reid…" I slid in a big patch of mud, my bare legs and arms covered as I continued to crawl through it, groaning in pain. "He will pay for it… I promise he will…" I heard a twig snap from behind me and I turned, seeing a gun aimed at my head.

"Hello my love."