My eyes were burning and my mind was a mess when the second day came around. I hadn't been able to sleep, the pain in my wrist from being tied too tightly keeping me awake, along with the other injuries.

"Today, I have something special on the menu. It's going to be a first for both of us, isn't that exciting?"

I startled at the sound of his voice, and only then realized that the basement was filled with light from the doorway. I licked my dry lips as he descended the stairs and drank in the light before he would plunge me in darkness again.

"What's that?"

"Oh you'll see." He kneeled before me and flashed me a smile. "I'm going to untie you now. But be advised...we're not alone here, and any attempt to escape will be stopped at the top of those stairs," he warned me, pointing back to the stairs that led to my freedom.

"Of course." I croaked out, my throat too dry to say anything more. He stared at me for what felt like ages before he moved to untie my hands. I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from screaming out, the pain in my wrist only intensifying when the blood flow to my hand had free reign again.

"Oh my...did my friend break your wrist? That's hardly fair," he muttered, not even bothering to wait for a reply before he untied my ankles. It was only then that I saw that I had been tied to some kind of pipe. "I'm taking you upstairs, where I have a special room set up for this. It's going to be so much fun!" He sounded giddy, and I knew that it was going to be worse than I had been able to imagine. If my mouth hadn't been so dry already, it would've been after seeing his excitement.

"I don't think I will agree." I took a gulp of air when he pressed his fingers against my broken wrist, sending pain through my already throbbing arm.

"You will." He lifted me to my feet and stared at me. "Dislocated shoulder? Gosh, they really did a number on you." He snapped my shoulder back in place, the pain almost causing me to black out. "Let's get going, Jennifer. I don't think we have much time together."

He dragged me up those stairs as if I was a rag doll. And maybe to him I was, considering the fact that he was planning on torturing me to my breaking point.

His face was lit up with excitement, something that at this moment, I just couldn't comprehend. How could someone be so excited at the prospect of hurting someone else?

"So what should I call you?" I asked, hoping to get something out of him. He actually seemed to think about it though so I knew that I wouldn't get an answer.

"Sir. You may call me sir." He grinned at me as he pushed me forward and into a room just as dark as the basement. "Take a seat."

I glanced at him for a second before I walked up to the chair and sat down. It wasn't something I had expected but I was sure there was a price to it.

"You know I'm not going to call you sir," I said as I kept my face expressionless. He bowed his head, accepting my words.

"You faced the test of patience and won. Some of the others broke only thinking about what would happen to them. Such a shame," he paced back and forth in front of me, glancing up at me occasionally. "Others, however, made it to the next part quite well. It was a pleasant surprise."

"So what are you planning?"

"Have you ever been shocked?" He asked, his tone of voice giving me the chills.

"Yes."

"I mea-"

"Yes," I said again, interrupting him. I knew exactly what he meant, and I'd been through torture before so I knew what would come. Or at least, I thought so.

"Oh right...you have been tortured before. That means I have to change my plans, there are probably some things that you haven't yet gone through." He stared at me for a moment before he walked over to me and tied my hands to the chair. I screamed out in pain when he handled my broken wrist with more force than necessary and he smiled, his eyes showing his enjoyment.

The chair was bolted to the ground. I couldn't get it to move, and he could see me struggling. He enjoyed it when I struggled. I stopped, forcing myself to stay still as he watched me. He sighed before he turned and left the room, and I leaned my head back against the back of the chair and closed my eyes.

No matter how strong I thought I was, the pain was causing me to go crazy. There was no way of evading it, or even ignore it.

When was my team coming to save me from this man?

He returned a little while later with a smile on his face. It was as if he had finally stepped over one of his own limits and he was enjoying the thought of what he was going to do to me more than he might enjoy the act.

I never really got close to the unsubs we caught. After all, I was a media liaison first, and a profiler second. And after all, I wasn't part of the departments that needed us to catch anyone. They did the arrests, for the most part.

"Well Jennifer, as it seems we are going to have to change the plans, I will have to bring you to another room once more." He untied my hands and before he could pull me up, I stood to my feet. He glared at me, not appreciating the fact that I took control even if it was over such a small thing.

"There's nothing that I haven't gone through," I said, even though even I knew that was a lie. He just smiled as he took a hold of my arm and then he pulled me out of the room.

My stomach turned as he dragged me into another room, this time the only thing that was in the room was a bed with a mattress and nothing else. I swallowed against the bile in my throat and tried to pull my arm away from his grip but he only tightened it.

"There is one thing that I know for a fact that you haven't gone through. It can break a person just the same as torture could...let's see how long you can fight me."