Hello everyone! Here is the next chapter for the story! Sorry for taking so long, I was studying for my MCAT and I took the exam last Saturday. But anyways, hope you enjoy the story, it is a bit dark but hopefully won't be that bad. Please review!

I don't own Criminal Minds, just my OCs.

Cold. And pain, a dull throbbing on her head. That was what Rachel felt when she woke up. She opened her eyes to survey the area around her, it was dark and smelt of soil. Where am I? Rachel slowly tried to pushed herself up to a sitting position, only to find her hands tied by rope. The dull throbbing turned to a sharp pain that made Rachel gasp and curl slightly. She probed the area where it originated from and winced from the pain that came from it. She withdrew her hand and found her fingers covered in blood. She vaguely remembered the conversation she had with Spencer before her father got her. Rachel hoped that he would be able to find her before the situation got worse.

Just then a door opened abruptly, making Rachel's head snap up and squint her eyes from the flood of light emanating from the doorway. She could barely make out a shadow until it started walking down a flight of stairs towards her. She realized too late that the shadow was actually her father, Matthew Dawson. Rachel started to scramble back away from her father as best as she could with her hands tied. When her back met a solid wall , her breathing sped up at fact that she had nowhere to run from Matthew.

"Finally awake honey?" Matthew leered as he approached her. Rachel's breathing hitched as Matthew stopped less than a foot away from her bloodied feet and squatted down to see her eye to eye.

"Wh-What am I doing here? What are you going to do to me?" Rachel questioned. Matthew simply smirked and reached his hand out to cup Rachel's face.

"Oh honey," Matthew crooned as his thumb soothingly rubbed Rachel's cheek. She shivered in disgust and Matthew's smirk widened into a predatory grin. "I'm going to do what I've been wanting to do to you for a long time. I'm going to make you pay."

"No! No, I didn't mean for that to happen! It was an accident!" Rachel blurted out.

"NO! You were an accident! Why do you think your mother decided to give you up!"

"What?" Rachel whispered out.

"Your mother got pregnant with you and she originally wanted an abortion, but she didn't have the money so she decided that once you were born she would throw you away, to us!"

"I-I don't understand…"

"Your mother, Samantha and I arranged that we would take you in after you were born. At first, we were confused as to why she would want to give you away. She would constantly complain that you were bad luck. Sam and I didn't understand, but when our little boy died because of you we finally saw the truth. You are NOTHING but bad luck!" Matthew ranted. He gripped Rachel's arm so tight that she was sure it was going to bruise later. Matthew's face was red and she could see a vein pulsing on his temple.

"You shouldn't have been born at all! Maybe then, we wouldn't have to deal with the loss of our son!" Matthew gripped her hair and started dragging her to a corner of the room. Rachel started kicking her legs and gripped the hand that was yanking on her hair.

"No! Please I'm sorry! Stop please!" Rachel pleaded as she tried to pry the hands away from her hair in vain. Matthew tossed her roughly forward and she found herself on a dank mattress. Rachel got on her hands and knees when she heard the faint sound of a belt clinking. She froze as the belt was pulled out from the loops of the jeans.

"Take your shirt off." Matthew said coldly. Rachel started to tremble in fear of what was to come. Impatient, Matthew surged forward and tore the shirt she was wearing revealing her pale flawless back.

"Don't bother crying for help, because no one is going to hear you you little vermin." Matthew said as he raised the belt and swung down. Hot searing pain blossomed from Rachel's back when the belt made contact with her back. She screamed in shock and pain. Matthew continued to whip her, causing small lacerations to form on her back. Rachel's arms trembled as blood flowed down her back and onto the floor. She did not know how long the whipping went on, but it went on long enough for her throat to go hoarse from the screaming.

As the nightmare continued in the basement, Samantha was found in the kitchen making tea for her and Matthew. On occasion, she would hear the sounds of Rachel's screams and plea, but she just ignored them and continued to hum a lullaby she would sing for her dear beloved son, William.

What Matthew is doing is justified, Samantha thought as she poured the tea into two cups, the little twit deserves it after killing William. Samantha walked to the living room and sat on the chair that was facing the door to the basement. She would keep watch just in case Rachel tries to escape. She scoffed at the thought. No way is that little bitch ever going to escape from here; no one is going to save her. Unknown to the occupants of the cabin, several black SUVs and cop cars were pulling up to the driveway. The first to get out of the car was Spencer followed by the rest of his team. They positioned themselves around the cabin, and paused for a few seconds, then proceeded to kick down the doors.

"FBI!" Morgan and Hotch yelled as they swept past the door. The sound of Samantha dropping her teacup onto the floor was minute compared to the thumping of the feet walking across the wooden floors.

Rachel, in her weak state, could barely hear the shouts upstairs. She was losing too much blood and her body ached in pain. Matthew must have heard what was going on and stopped whipping her. Instead he looped the belt around her neck and started to squeeze her throat. Rachel weakly tried to fight back but was unable to, her arms felt heavy and dark spots started to cloud her vision. She was scared, so undeniably scared. Tears started to flow from her eyes at the fact that she was going to die, terrified that the last face she was going to see was the face of her adoptive father, Matthew, who had a face of glee while watching her suffer. Her arms slowly fell to the floor and her eyes closed. The last thing she heard was the door of the basement kicked open, and then she knew no more as she fell into the dark abyss.