A/C Hey guys! I'm really excited to be continuing this fanfic. I lost my inspiration for a while, but now I have some really promising ideas for it. Thank you so much for the reviews, they really mean a lot to me. I may be changing the rating to M depending on which direction I go in. For some reason when I try to make dividers for each section of characters it doesn't come up when I publish so I'm gonna write the charrie's name when I start a new section. Enjoy this next chapter!

Reid could feel the blood dripping down his chest. His wounds burned, exposed to the air. Looking down he could see what she had carved. People called him a fag all throughout high school, one of the many insults he endured over those years. Now it was engraved in him permanently by this mad woman. He could only hope that she would take a break from this abuse and give him time to regain his thoughts. Despite the pain he was in he couldn't help but think of his friends who were also trapped in this hell.

"Now isn't that beautiful!" she exclaimed with girlish delight.

Giving him a sly smile she bent forward and began to sensually lick the blood off of his wounds. This only made it burn more. Reid cringed as her tongue glided over his bare, butchered chest. He felt the urge to thrust her off of him, but he knew that she would only lash out and hurt him more. Once again he tried to play around with the prickly rope that bound his hands to the bedpost to no avail.

"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. And I wouldn't want to waste you in one night… I'll arrange your transportation," she said before she left the room.

Alone for the first time, Reid struggled harder than ever with his bindings. His wrists were raw at this point, but even so he tried to pull them through. The ropes were just too tight.

He's in here Daddy, Reid could hear Angie say in the hallway as she approached.

Reid stopped his efforts when they walked in. Her father was looking at him with mocking eyes. Just like his daughter he got a thrill out of his pain and vulnerability.

"I just fucked your friend," he started with a chilling grin, "But I guess you don't have any interest in women, do yah?" he laughed, noting the words carved into Reid's chest.

Reid's heart dropped into his stomach. He didn't know whether he was talking about Emily or J.J, but it didn't matter. He could handle being hurt, but what he couldn't handle was seeing those he loved get hurt. The guilt quickly overtook him. He felt like it was his fault for insisting that they go in the house. If he hadn't, they might have been able to get to someplace else with a phone before their car stopped running completely. But he told them it would be fine. And it wasn't.

"Daddy, get him out of my room," Angie whined as she crossed her arms around her chest impatiently.

"Sure pumpkin, just get me some cuffs," he said.

Angie rummaged through the same drawer she got the box cutter from and took out a pair of metallic handcuffs. They looked quite worn out, as if they had been used many times before. This only reasserted the idea that this family might be far more sinister than he imagined.

"Put up a struggle and I'll pay your friend another visit tonight," Angie's father told him as he began to cut away at the ropes with a pocket knife.

Reid knew he didn't really have a chance of getting away in his current position. And even if he could, he had no idea where Emily and J.J were. The agent cooperated as the man placed his hands in the cuffs. All of a sudden, he hoisted Reid over his shoulder. It was an awkward and slightly alarming position to be in. Remembering the man's words, however, he continued to cooperate.

"Goodnight," Angie said with a grin and a wave goodbye. Reid had never felt such hatred for a human being in all his life. He could sympathize with those who grew up in a family of killers. Naturally it would poison a person's mind. But Angie loved every minute of it without a conscience. It made him sick.

Her father made his way down the stairs with Reid hoisted over his back. The agent knew that he had to take this opportunity to memorize the layout of the house for future escape mechanisms. He noted that the stairs was in the center of the entrance hall of the house with the living room to the left and a dining room connecting to the kitchen to the right. He was being brought through the main hall towards the backdoor. Then the man stopped at a door that led to the basement. Opening a simple lock, he opened the door and brought Reid down the stairs. He couldn't help but notice scratch marks on the walls that looked as though they were made by previous victims.

The basement was illuminated by a dim lighting fixture in the center. It was a huge area leading to different rooms. Reid was brought towards the back in an isolated area. The man carried him through a musty passage way to another large area that was blocked off by a metal gate. It was here that he roughly placed the agent down on the floor.

"Get up," the man said as he pulled out a gun from his belt that Reid neglected to see and pointed it at the agent.

Unsteadily, he got himself to stand.

"Don't you dare move an inch or I swear to god I'll pull this trigger."

From there he pulled a key out of his back pocket and unlocked the gate with the gun still pointed at Reid. The agent stood perfectly still watching his captor. Pushing the gate open, he grabbed Reid roughly by the arm and shoved him into the room. That was when the panic set in. The walls were covered with a vast array of torture devices. Most of them were already coated in dried blood. An ancient medical examiner's table was situated in the middle of the room. That too had the brownish traces of spilled blood of the past. And on the left side of a room was a wide cell. Emily was sitting attentively on the floor watching their every move. There was a chain fastened around her neck. Her eyes widened she saw Reid being led in.

"Come on," the man said as he pulled him towards the cell.

But Reid could not move. It felt as though his legs were glued to the floor. He was frozen in fear. How could this be happening? This wasn't supposed to happen… they caught killers, they weren't their victims.

"What the fuck do yah think you're doing?" he yelled viciously.

When Reid kept up the struggle he punched him straight in the stomach. The agent collapsed as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He could hear Emily shouting. Next came a kick to his face which sent him flying backwards. The man fiddled with another lock on the cell as Reid lay on the floor trying to maintain consciousness. Still outraged by Reid's spurt of defiance, he grabbed him by the throat and threw him inside the cell where he collided with the cement wall. He could feel cold metal being forced around his neck. Then there was nothing.

J.J

It had been hours since the man brought her that glass of water. Right after, she heard Reid's screams coming from downstairs. Powerless to do anything, she tried to block it out and think of a way out of this. The windows, she discovered before, were nailed shut and she didn't have any means of undoing them. She needed to get her captors to bring her downstairs somehow. Anything would be better than sitting here listening to her friend's cry out in anguish while she was fine.

After a while it stopped. She wondered if he was alright. Well, of course he wouldn't be alright, but she prayed they didn't hurt him as badly as her imagination fabricated. It seemed like Reid was just starting to fully recover from everything that happened to him, but now there was yet another trauma to deal with.

She looked up attentively as the stairs started to creak. The door opened slowly and the man from before peered into the room. Seeing him again, she noticed how sad his eyes were. It almost seemed like he didn't want to be part of this. J.J knew she needed to connect with him more than ever. Maybe he didn't want to be here anymore than they did. Maybe he would help them.

The man slipped into the room and stayed at a distance. He was looking at her like he wanted to say something. She tried to make eye contact with him, but he looked away. J.J wasn't sure whether to speak or not. The last time she tried he just ignored her. In their current condition, it anything was worth a shot.

"Hi…" she started, not really knowing what to say. However, she tried to sound as warm as possible.

"Hi," he said nervously, tipping back and forth on his toes like a child.

"You never told me your name," the agent said with a weak smile.

"Luke," the man said looking down at the floor, avoiding her eyes once again.

"Hi Luke, I'm Jennifer," she said, smiling again. Somehow she knew that he wasn't like the rest of his family. Her odds of connecting with him looked better and better.

"Luke, do you know why I'm here?" J.J asked.

"'Cause Pa said I could keep you…" he stated with a hint of a smile of his face.

She felt her heart skip a beat. What could that possibly mean? Keep her? Was she supposed to be some sort of pet for this guy? J.J could feel the panic setting in, but she tried her best to fight it back. She had to keep calm.

"Luke… I want to be your friend, but I have a baby boy at home who needs me."

Saying those words made her feel even more dread. Just the thought of Henry and Will going through life not knowing what had become of her was unthinkable.

"I'm sorry, but they won't let you go… it's better this way," Luke said with a tone of melancholy.

"Why- why are they doing this?" The dread was slowly evolving into anger.

"They just do… it's how it's always been," Luke responded, not effected at all by her change of tone. "I have to go to bed now, but I'll be back in the morning."

"Wait!" she said as he began to turn away. "Are my friends okay?"

A flash of guilt appeared on his face. J.J could feel a lump rising in her throat. They had to be alive… they had to.

"They won't be."