A/C Hi guys! I'm sorry, I'm literally the worst with keeping up with my writing. I've been working on this chapter since I posted the last and I hit a bit of writer's block. But I'm pretty happy with the result! I really appreciate your reviews so much, you guys are the best. Just to warn ahead of time, this one is pretty fucked up… more so than usual.
The stairs creaked more than ever as she ran down them knowing Angie would be on her tail at any moment. Part of her wished she thought this through a little more. What was she going to do? Could she really reach help in time before they decided to off her friends?
She wouldn't get the chance, however. As she turned the corner she ran right into Angie's father who looked more than surprised to see her out of her attic prison.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a hint of playfulness as he grabbed her.
J.J noticed the strange look in his eyes. It was like he was mentally undressing her. She didn't know what to say. Angie would be down any minute to counter any excuse she could think of.
His hand started to graze her breast and moved upwards to her cheek. She cringed at his touch. With a rush of impulsiveness she drew back and punched him in the nose. As he yelled out and cowered in pain she took off yet again with no distinct plan. There might be some chance of finding a car on the road and getting to a phone to call for help.
Flying through the open screen door she bounded down the steps of the decrepit farm house. She was filled with pure adrenaline as she made her way down the steep hill. The air was tepid and filled with a strong scent of manure and decay. Their SUV was nowhere in sight, but that wasn't her destination. The road was about a half mile away. She could see it up ahead, but there weren't any cars. It would be a long run to find someone if there was even anyone out there.
A sudden hit came out of nowhere. She was fully tackled to the ground and rolled down the hill a bit with her attacker on top of her. The strength of the person was incredible and frightening. It was Luke. J.J was completely taken back. She thought she saw some hope in him, some goodness, but here he was retrieving her.
"Luke, please…" she started as he pulled her up forcefully. "You could come with me."
He looked at her blankly for a moment before disregarding her words and hoisting her over his shoulder. She tried to writhe out of his grip, but he was far too strong. Dread filled her as she knew the repercussions would be severe.
After the long way up the hill they were back in front of the house. Her body ached terribly from the tackle and beads of sweat poured down her dirt stricken face. At least some of that terrible make up was coming off. It seemed to be suffocating her pores earlier.
Luke put her down when he reached the kitchen where his father instantly grabbed her and threw her to the ground.
"You little cunt," the older man grunted as he kicked her in the face. J.J felt her sight flicker and tried to remain conscious. Her inner survival instincts motivated her to try to stand and fight, but she couldn't find her footing. She just wobbled over and fell to the dirt coated wood floor. Angie stood nearby with her arms crossed over her chest. It was obvious she was enjoying this display of violent retribution.
Looking up she could see the kitchen counter a few feet away. Various cooking utensils lay about including a large butcher knife. If she could only reach it she might be able to take out the older man and deal with the rest of them.
Before she got the chance he yanked her up on her feet and pushed her towards the back door and onto a small wooden deck, landing on her knees. She had yet to see what horrors lay further on their property. In the distance she could see what looked like a hundred cars. Some were rusty with age while others were new but stained with dust.
Repulsion rushed through her. How many people had they taken before them? The sight sickened her as she thought of the countless people they must have lured into their domain. In one of the cars a child's car seat was visible. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought of Henry. The only consolation was that he was safe at home with Will and hundreds of miles away from this place.
Another blow came from behind and she tumbled down the deck onto the dirt lawn. Her body was sore with fatigue, lacking any of her former adrenaline after the failed escape. Nevertheless she made a feeble attempt to crawl away towards the cars. The hard stomp of a boot on her back stopped her. She could hear the crunch of bone and knew that her ribs were broken.
The man's eyes were filled with a primitive glow. He kicked dirt towards her making it even harder to breath. Although she could not see, Angie entered with an object: a whip. The first blow slashed along her back with a sharp crack. The pain was instant. It was like being licked with a blaze of fire. The next sliced her bare calves, drawing blood.
J.J gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out. She had to show them she could take it. They wouldn't see her weaken. The whipping continued until she felt almost numb with the overwhelming pain. She was close to losing consciousness.
Angie stood watching a let out gleeful giggles with a wide grin on her face. Sweating from the heat and the physical exertion, her Pa dropped the whip and let out a deep breath.
"This bitch is out," he chuckled with an equally amused grin. He gave one last kick of dirt in her face and hoisted her over his shoulders. He had to pace himself and prepare for the rest of fun that awaited the day.
Prentiss and Reid
As Reid opened his eyes he hoped to see his bedroom back home filled with books and Dr. Who posters. However, a harsh reality greeted him with the sight of the cage and their dungeon. He itched his neck which was chafed after a night of sleeping uncomfortably with it gnawing at his skin. The carvings on his chest felt better than yesterday, giving him hope that wouldn't get infected. Even so, his body ached and he was thirsty.
He looked over at Emily who must have nodded off somewhere during the night. Even in her sleep she looked defiant and strong. She was their chance to get out. After his monumental mistake that got them in this mess in the first place, he felt like dead weight.
Reid wasn't sure what time it was. There was no glimmer of the outside world in the hole they were in. All he knew was that he needed water. He hadn't drank anything since the spiked lemonade. Unfortunately the only way he might get some was if one of them came down and that would most likely lead to more abuse. He was less worried about himself than his friends. They were the ones who needed to get out and he would do anything for that to happen.
Upstairs he heard the faint sound of someone heading down. That followed with steps echoing off the concrete walls of the basement. And then the door opened.
He saw Emily jerk awake instantly at the sense of the presence. It was Angie's father again, but this time he was carrying J.J in his arms. Reid froze as he carried her unconscious body into the lair. Her face was covered in a seemingly fresh layer of dust and from what he could see her legs were dripping blood. The sight of her in such a degrading manner as the child's dress made him nauseous. He couldn't even comprehend the reason behind that detail.
Reid wobbled up to a standing position the best as he could without tugging the chain too far. He grasped the cold concrete wall for balance. The man left his sight and brought her into some other room further into the labyrinth of a basement.
Before he returned he heard someone else trotting down the passageway. It was Angie. She was back to her daisy duke act wearing tight denim shorts and a glimmering green top tied up just above her belly button. Her smile was as bright as if she were walking into a pet shop full of puppies in a cage, not humans.
"Oh good, you're awake for breakfast!" she beamed at them with a spark of malice twinkling in her eyes.
Reid hadn't noticed the tray at first. She carefully took the key on the other side of the room off of her neck and unlocked the cell. For a moment he was relieved to see they were giving them some form of nourishment. Then he noticed the two dog bowls. One was filled with a murky liquid while the other had some form of kibbles and bits in it. He had the urge to grab one and throw it right in Angie's face, but Reid knew very well what that would lead to. Looking over at Emily, he saw the same internal groan of disgust occurring within her.
She placed them on the ground with a giggle of delight and backed away.
"Now, when someone gives you a treat what do you say?" Angie taunted with her hands clasped together like a Sunday school teacher.
Reid and Prentiss both hesitated. They glanced in each other's direction as if to silently agree on a response. It was clear that both of them wanted to make a cutting remark, but there safety was at hand as well as JJ's.
Angie didn't give them more than 10 seconds to act. She quickly pulled a 45 out of her back pocket and aimed it straight at Reid's head.
"What the fuck do you say?" she snarled. There was no doubt between either of the agents that she did not seem the least bit hesitant to shoot.
"Thank you," Reid said, looking into her eyes with forced sincerity.
"I don't think I believe you," she accused with her periodic burst of childish energy.
At that point Reid didn't know what she would do now. She could easily pull the trigger.
"Angie, please. Thank you for bringing up something to eat and drink," Emily affirmed with the patience of someone well trained in the art of negotiation.
"Shut the fuck up you little bitch," she responded. Looking towards the other room she yelled, "DADDY! Get in here!"
Reid's eyes widened at her words. He could've easily thanked her right away, but he was still trying to hold onto some pride he had built up over the past few years since his last abduction. Now he regretted his actions. Something like this didn't need to blow out of proportion.
With his usual drunken swagger, her father re-entered the room. Reid wasn't sure what he was doing back there that whole time, but his questions were answered as he saw the man wiping off the remnants of semen on his hands. The maniac must have been jerking off to the sight of their unconscious friend.
"What's the matter, Princess? These shits giving you trouble?" he smirked as he looked down at them like filth.
Reid's anger continued to boil within.
"They didn't even thank me nicely for their breakfast," she pouted with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Now what the fuck is the matter with you all?" he started with a tone of annoyance and offense, "We're nice enough to give you something to eat and you disrespect us? You're nothing but a bunch of fuck up cops thinking your shit don't stink!" he crescendoed with rage.
Reid could feel his pulse rising. He wouldn't doubt it if this would end for him right there and now. The man before him looked ready to kill. And then in a strange moment of pure tension he broke.
"Well that's not very nice is it?" he chuckled to himself.
Calmly he took a few steps into the cell right in front of the bowls.
"Hm, this looks a little dry, don't it?" he asked looking Reid straight in the eyes. He was the target of his anger. "Maybe we should do something about that."
With a smug smile he unzipped his pants and relieved himself with a sigh into the bowl of dog food.
"Why don't you try it now?" he coaxed while zipping up his pants. Angie was behind him giggling in delight.
Reid peered at Emily and then back to his captor. He realized there was no level of torment these people would hesitate to climb. His mind was completely blank, but he had to say something.
"Thank you, but I'm not very hungry," he stated quietly looking away from the situation.
"I'll tell you when the fuck you're hungry, boy. Get down on your hands and feet and eat that up!" he screamed in a hoarse rage.
There was nothing he could do. Reid went into a fully animalistic position, closing his eyes and forced his face near the bowl. He could smell the urine clearly.
"NOW!" the man screamed as he pulled out his own gun as a threat.
Reid lowered his head and forced himself to choke down the repulsing mixture. On her side, Emily didn't know what she could do. It was pointless to provoke them and yet this sight made her want to vomit and shoot these bastards up with their own guns.
Unexpectedly, Luke entered. It was the first time Emily and Reid had ever laid eyes on him. Reid took the opportunity to stop eating. He was very close to throwing up, but he could only guess what he would have to do if that happened.
"Pa, Uncle Davey is here… he's upstairs," he mumbled looking down at the floor with uneasiness.
"Ah good, send him down here! I wanna introduce him to our new friends."