Author's Note: Hello! It's been a while since I've written anything, so we're gonna feel this one out together! There are definitely going to be some dark and uncomfortable scenes in this fanfic, so I wanna give some warnings before we get started! This story will feature mentions and descriptions of physical and sexual abuse. I'll also include a smut warning for later chapters. Please drop me a review and let me know how you'd like me to proceed going forward!

19 August, 2013

Somewhere in Wisconsin ...

Delicate fingertips against her soft lower back, tracing slow patterns along her spine. Hot breath between gentle kisses placed along her exposed neck. Long fingers intertwining in her long black hair, slowly pulling her head back to expose more of her pale jaw. Her toned muscles flex, tugging against the rope above her head an eliciting a small chuckle from the man before her.

Emily's slender muscled form arched as his other hand slid down beneath her ass, one still entangled in her long hair. Her long legs struggled to find real estate against the man, trying to relieve the weight of her own body below her tired arms.

"Worthless FBI slut." the man hissed against her, backing away from the agent and allowing the full weight of her form to drop back towards the floor, her toes just barely grazing the damp concrete. Emily yelped against the fabric in her mouth as her shoulders screamed in pain, threatening to leave their sockets. Her brown eyes desperately blinked back tears, determined not to show her pain.

"You bitches are all the same, you know? Desperate, worthless, begging for a man to serve. But don't worry, darlin'. You'll have plenty of time to fulfill your purpose." he was taunting her, wandering slowly to the table by the door, decorated by a variety of blades, whips, and other torture devices she couldn't quite make out. Leaning against the door, he lifted a knife from the table and began toying it in his hands, his eyes skimming over the helpless brunette before him.

His latest catch. She hung by her wrists in the center of the dank room, remnants of her red shirt pooled around her feet. Her pale alabaster skin contrasted against the dark grey walls, dark green sludge oozing from seams between the cinderblocks. Light trickled down from a grate above her head, casting a gentle spotlight on her partially clothed body from its position nearly 50 feet above them.

"Tell ya what, darlin'. I'ma give you a bit of a welcome gift. Why don't you tell me how you want to serve me first? I'll let ya pick. Hell, we got plenty a time." he crossed the room quickly, his dirty hand ripping the cloth from her mouth to allow her to respond.

"Fuck you." she spat, eyes fixed in a glare on her captor. His blue eyes met hers in a battle of will. Slowly, a smile spread across his face.

"I'ma give you one last chance to be reconsider that, bitch." as the words slipped from his mouth, the cold metal of his blade pressed into the center of her chest, slicing through the fabric and drawing a small line of blood down towards her bellybutton. She cried out at the pain, trying desperately to bite it back but unable to think through the pain.

"Okay, okay. I'll do whatever. Please." she whimpered, tugging desperately at the bonds around her wrists as the weight of her body increased the pain in her abdomen.

"You're really gonna waste this opportunity, ain't ya darlin'? What a shame." he drawled, walking slowly behind the whimpering and shaking woman. Emily cringed as she felt his body press against her back, his long bony fingers roaming over her taut stomach and over the new injury, her blood covering his hands. She turned her head into her bicep, fighting back bile as his hands moved to grasp at her now exposed breasts, leaving smeared bloodied handprints over her pale body.

"Tell ya what ya can do for me..." Emily heaved a sign of relief as his hands left her body and the pressure of him disappeared from behind her. He moved quickly towards the door and disappeared through it, the heavy metal slamming behind him. The moment she heard the familiar click of the lock, she allowed the sobs to break out of her body. Hot tears melted down her cheeks and her body shook, further straining her already screaming muscles. She quickly sniffled and wiped her face against her exposed arms as she heard his heavy footsteps return. He returned with a large mirror, which he rested against the wall in front of her before slamming the heavy metal door closed.

Emily caught her sight of her reflection and immediately looked away, sickened by what she saw. Her pale torso, exposed, smeared red with her own blood. Blackened bruises spread across her arms and neck. Mascara streaked down her face. Her slim body contorted, stretched onto her toes to relieve the pain in her shoulders, which bulged from her form in an unnatural way.

"See, all I really want is a nice home-cooked meal, darlin'. But we gotta break ya in before yer allowed upstairs, make sure ya ain't gonna run away. So yer gonna watch. Gonna see yerself for the slut ya are. And if ya look away, that there scratch ain't gonna be even half yer worry. Understand?"

Emily nodded in defeat, focusing on stabilizing her ragged breathing. The Unsub resumed his place behind her, one hand going to her neck while the other reached for the button of her jeans. Emily whimpered, keeping her eyes on the concrete floor in front of her.

"Eyes forward!" the man roared, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck as he jerked her head in the direction of the mirror. Emily begrudgingly met the man's eyes in the mirror as silent tears defeated her and slipped down her face.

Morgan paced the floor of the small conference room of the local police station, hands firmly gripping both sides of his head.

'So based on his MO, we have 72 hours to find him before -" Reid began, before Morgan abruptly cut him off.

"Before nothing! 72 hours." he commanded, looping the room for the umpteenth time.

"Okay, settle down. Let's go over what we know. JJ?" Hotch's calm voice from the door settled heavily atop the agents. Gripping the papers tightly in her hands, JJ took a deep breath before speaking:

"The Unsub is a sadistic narcissist who believes his status as a white male puts him above others. He abducted four women from seemingly random locations, all matching similar appearances. White women, brunette, slim build, in shape. Allison Demarcus was a 30 year-old attorney passing through on business. Jennifer Marks was a local journalist. Sienna Lewis was unemployed - she'd just moved here. And... Emily." her voice wavered on the last word as she white knuckled on the paperwork, crunching it beneath her small hands.

"Demarcus, Marks, and Lewis were all found in Sweetwater River with a rock tied to their ankle. Each victim showed signs of severe physical and sexual assault, starvation, ligature marks, but, despite having massive internal injuries, their official cause of death was drowning. His victims were alive when their bodies were tossed into the river." Reid finished, looking innocently between the other members of his team.

"Alright, so what do we know about Prentiss?" Hotch prompted, nodding to Rossi.

"SSA Emily Prentiss was abducted from her hotel between 9pm and 11pm last night. She arrived back at the hotel with myself and JJ before going up to her room. We'd all agreed to get drinks a couple hours later, but Prentiss never showed. The Unsub is getting more bold. Demarcus was abducted from a gas station, Marks from a park, and Lewis from a grocery store parking lot. Those mundane locations, and now the Unsub is entering a hotel crawling with security cameras and federal agents?"

"This isn't random. This is targeted. Demarcus, Lewis, Marks, they weren't his targets. Something with Prentiss is special." JJ bit at her lip nervously, absentmindedly trying to smooth the paperwork in her hands.