A/C Sorry for the wait guys! My professors decided to give me papers all due the same week and now I'm neck deep in midterms. Thankfully I only have less than 3 months before graduation! As always, thanks again for all the reviews, follows and favorites! I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it. I know you're all eager for an escape or rescue, but the family still has a few tricks up their sleeve! I'm also wondering if you guys would like more chapters than originally planned with some good old hurt/comfort. I also have an idea for a new story in the works that you will definitely like if you're enjoying Mad World. Please remember to review
The smell of seared flesh filled her nostrils as she bit down on the cloth gag they forced in her mouth. The pain was overwhelming, but the smell… the smell was horrifying. She supposed this is how a person lit on fire must feel. Sure it hurts, but to smell your body barbequing before you was something else entirely. Thankfully she was not in flames. Jimmy, the man she knew as Pa, was burning her stomach with a blowtorch. It was torture, but it wasn't life threatening. From the way he was concentrating and moving the torch precisely she knew he was burning words or some symbol on her permanently.
It made her think of the marks on Reid. Reid. Was he even still alive?
Her eyes began to water from the pain of her wounds and the thought of her friend beaten to a bloody pulp somewhere in the house. Still, she held back. She wasn't going to give these monsters that satisfaction.
Suddenly, the pain ceased – at least a little bit. Jimmy smiled at whatever he had burned into her. Angie excitedly joined his side and gazed at Emily's stomach.
"Oh Pa! You really should've been an artist," Angie cooed, running her fingers over the wounds.
"Hush girl, you're always trying butter me up for something," he accused, partly teasing, before giving his daughter a nauseating kiss on the lips.
Before another word was said, Davey entered the chamber grinning ear to ear. Prentiss knew whatever he was smiling about wasn't a good thing. If she wasn't bound and gagged she would have screamed at the bastard.
"A good fuck, huh?" Jimmy jeered at his brother.
Davey let out a brutish laugh as he pantomimed thrusting into an invisible person in front of him. The room filled with laughter. Prentiss' heart sunk at the idea of Reid at this man's mercy.
"He was made to be my little bottom bitch," Davey chuckled. "So tight too."
At this, Prentiss felt a wave of rage rush over her body. Her eyes were shooting daggers and her bound body was shaking. How dare they talk about him like that, she thought.
"The little slut choked though," he cackled maliciously. "Too much man for him right here."
At that, Prentiss started to shout at the man. Her speech was muffled and slurred through the gag, but she kept shouting until her throat burned.
"Oh, there you are sweet thing. Barely noticed you over there," Davey mocked, revealing his rotting teeth in a grin. "If I didn't know any better I would have thought you were a boy."
Prentiss rolled her eyes as the twisted family laughed. She could have cared less how she looked. She just wanted to get her and her friends out in one piece. Hair grows back, lives don't.
"At least you still have those girly parts though," Jimmy said with a wink.
Angie's eyes suddenly became large and excited like a toddler receiving a new toy.
"Can we burn it shut, Daddy? Pleaaaase," she whined.
Emily started to panic. She knew she wasn't likely to survive what Angie was suggesting. She needed to get out of there quick.
"Angie girl, you move too quick," Jimmy said shaking his head. "You wanna make 'em last."
"Can't waste a good thing while you got it," Davey agreed, clasping his brother on the back.
This calmed her – barely, but a little bit. More time meant a better chance that the team would get to them in time. She knew Morgan, Hotch and Rossi wouldn't leave any rock unturned in Montana until they found them.
"But the bitch has to pay!" she shouted, almost childlike.
Jimmy and Davey looked at each other for a moment, making a mental agreement.
"Don't worry girl, you're sure gonna like what we got," Jimmy said as Davey went into a closet that could only be assumed to contain more weapons of torture.
In his absence Davey wandered over to Emily trying to make out what is said on her stomach. He followed the letters across with his doughy index finger, irritating the burns along the way.
"C-U-M-S-L-U-T," he spelled out slowly, continuing to make Emily doubt his IQ was far above Forest Gump's.
Angie giggled and clapped at this.
"Just like your new bitch Uncle Davey," she cooed. "We should give him a matching tramp stamp!"
If Emily ever managed to get out of this situation she would have to throttle the little sadist. Morgan could break Jimmy and Davey's arms, but she would save Angie for herself. She shook her head, brushing away the fantasy. She needed to focus and not let herself become an animal like them.
Jimmy returned with a sly grin painting his face. He was holding an ancient looking metal box that was around the size of an average shoebox. Emily knew that whatever was in there she wasn't going to like it.
"Darn!" Davey exclaimed. "Haven't seen that thing out of there since Daddy passed."
Angie crossed her arms impatiently. She obviously didn't like being out of the loop too long.
"Well it's a special occasion," Jimmy explained. "Not everyday we have the F.B.I here."
"I wanna see!" Angie whined.
"Alright, alright," Jimmy returned as he placed the box on the tool counter and opened it up.
Davey and Angie were crowding around him now so it was hard for Emily to get a glimpse of what awaited her.
"Just like I remembered it," Davey said in awe.
"What the hell is it?" Angie demanded, bratty as ever.
Finally they backed up and Emily could see what Jimmy had in his hands. At first she thought the tool was some sort of bottle opener, but then she recognized the wind up base and the parted metal petals that resembled a blossom. Some historians called it the choke pear, a reference to its use as a gag, but she knew it as the pear of anguish.
"Your Granddaddy called it the pear," Jimmy smiled as he gazed at the medieval device with affection.
Emily cringed. In college she took an in-depth course on medieval culture and she learned about all the worst forms of torture. She remembered the pear of anguish was considered one of the most painful devices. However, the rate of survival was far higher than other medieval methods.
"All you gotta do is stick it up any hole – mouth, asshole or pussy – and wind it up," Davey explained, almost bouncy in anticipation of its use.
"Hah, I like the sound of that," Angie said starting to sound more intrigued.
"Well Jimmy boy, since you claimed her, why don't you do the honors?" Davey proposed with another toothy grin.
"Sounds like a plan. You can use it on your bitch later," Jimmy said slyly.
Emily bit down on her gag in anger. She would take hours of torture to stop them from getting at Reid. She didn't even want to think about what kind of state he was in now.
"Come on Daddy! I wanna see the bitch squirm," said Angie manically.
Jimmy didn't respond. He simply ran a finger down the length of Emily's body. She felt goose bumps arise at his touch – mostly out of apprehension. There was no getting away from the pain that awaited her.
The man went for the pear, admiring it like a piece of artwork as he took it out of the box. Angie and Davey went for Emily, holding her legs down so she would be unable to close them whatsoever. With this she closed her eyes shut. She wasn't about to watch this horrific scene.
Then she felt it. It wasn't like sex or even using a dildo, but more so a candlestick being stuck inside her. She couldn't help but let out a small gasp as it went further and further in.
"Here it goes…" Jimmy smiled as he began to turn the crank that would open the pear.
Emily had no control now. She screamed through her gag as the metal pieces of the device stretched and cut her insides. All she could hear around her was laughter and euphoric whoops of sadistic glee. Those were the last sounds she heard before she lost consciousness.
Two Hours Later – Reid
It wasn't until he heard steps coming down the passage way that Reid realized he had fallen asleep. He was up leaning against the battered wall in the back of the cell. At no point, however, did he forget where he was. He slowly remembered his dream where he was being forced to clean up Emily and JJ's blood after they were drawn and quartered. As he awoke he was comforted with the realization that J.J was out of the house of hell and hopefully on her way to get help.
He expected the steps to reach his cell, but instead they seemed to stop.
J.J's cell, he thought.
Reid had yet to consider what the family's reaction would be to J.J's disappearance. He knew it would be something between rage and a killing spree, but he hoped it might lean toward the former. Only time would tell.
Surely enough curses and stomps erupted from the hall. Reid quickly reattached the handcuffs around his wrists, shed his clothes – placing them in the right spots – and returned to the position Davey left him in as closed his eyes. This would be their next stop and he hoped he might look less guilty if he looked like he hadn't moved.
The door burst open revealing Davey and Jimmy without a sign of amusement on either of their homely faces.
"Wake up you little shit," Davey roared, giving Reid a direct kick in the head.
The young agent saw stars as his hands instantly flung over his head to protect himself. And so it began.
"Where is she?" Jimmy screamed as he grabbed Reid up by his hair.
Reid, still recovering from the blow, winced and looked up at his captor.
"Who?" he rasped.
"YOU KNOWWHO!" Jimmy snarled, projecting saliva onto Reid's already dirty face.
Reid did his best to maintain a dumbstruck expression of innocence. These two weren't exactly FBI profilers, but they certainly had proven they weren't completely dumb.
"The blondie you came here with, boy!" Jimmy said with bitter reluctance.
"I haven't seen her since you drugged us," Reid said, trying his best to hide his contempt.
Davey gripped Reid's scalp even tighter as he stared him down.
"You're lying to me, boy," Jim snapped.
"I'm not," he started.
Then Jimmy forcefully pushed his brother out of the way, causing him to release Reid back onto the mattress. He proceeded to punch any place his hands seemed to land. Reid covered his face to protect himself from any head injuries.
By the time Jimmy stopped, Reid was a bloody mess. His nose was broken and blood poured down his face, his shoulder felt dislocated and his legs were more bruised than not.
"Come on Jim, let's bring him back to the cage where we can keep an eye on them," Davey said.
Reid could only guess than Davey didn't want his brother to destroy what he had claimed too soon.
Jimmy nodded and spat on Reid's head.
"We're gonna find her, boy. And you're all gonna pay."