Warning: story may get graphic. Contains violence and sexual assault.

Day 1

She awoke slowly, aware of her aching body as each second passed. As she slowly opened her burning eyes, she saw only darkness. Once her eyes adjusted, she was able to take in her surroundings; a small door about 5 feet from her, four gray cement walls, a large shackle chaining her legs to a cast iron ring secured to the wall. A grimy toilet and sink were in one corner, for which she was grateful. The room was cold and felt damp, even though the Arizona summer was shaping up to be one of the hottest on record. There was no light, only a faint bright outline of the door illuminating the small room.

Prentiss let out a small sigh. Just her luck to get herself kidnapped by an unsub; the case the team was investigating was supposed to be short and simple. Classic misogynist narcissist who got his kicks raping and torturing women. They were surrogates for someone who had wronged him in the past; abusive mother, manipulative ex-girlfriend, or the like. Four bodies had been found, naked and thrown like trash into dumpsters across the city. All were brunettes with dark eyes. All had been brutally tortured; even Hotch hadn't been able to look at the atrocities for too long. The amount of pain and the injustices that the victims had suffered had been immense. On the jet ride over, the team had speculated that the unsub worked in the construction industry as all of the bodies were found within a ten minute walk of a construction site.

Clearly the case was not shaping up to be as easy as the team had hoped. Emily inwardly cursed herself for being such an easy target. The last thing she remembered was driving with Morgan to a convenience store and stepping in to pick up some refreshments for the team. Evidently, their car had been followed by the unsub, who then had followed her into the store. After that, she only recalled something painfully hitting her head, and darkness. She supposed that the unsub had left the store through the back exit and thrown her unconscious body into his car. Easy enough for him to do, as she wasn't a large woman. And now she was at his mercy

Emily continued to lie on the floor before finally deciding to sit up. She felt light headed and slightly nauseous, as though she had spent one too many times spinning around a carousel. Her body was sore and tired, but she slowly sat up and leaned against the cement wall. She didn't feel any shooting pains, but the shackles encircling her ankles were not, by any stretch of the imagination, comfortable. They gave her about a two foot radius to maneuver around the room. Her eyes weren't doing well either. She had started wearing contact lenses a few years back and they made her eyes dry and itchy. But she decided to keep wearing them; she wanted to be able to accurately assess the situation and find the best way to escape when the unsub decided to give her a visit.

She shivered. She didn't want to think about the near future. About what the unsub could do to her. About the amount of pain she could stand. About how the team would feel once they realized that she was missing. Anything about her current situation, really.

As if she needed this, after Doyle, after all the other times a case had caused her pain and trauma. A car crash, gunshot wound, concussion, regular old beating by Cyrus, poison ivy... And now taken hostage by a man who did not care for women at all. Well, she thought grimly, I'm certainly covering all of my bases.

Her dark humor was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Someone was definitely coming to see her.

Now it begins, she thought.

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