Agent With a Shotgun

Twenty one

Amelia had lost track of the number of hours she had been in captivity with Wilkins. Her entire body ached and screamed with pain. Blow after blow to her abdomen, shock after shock with the shock stick, she had no idea how she was even able to stay conscious after everything. Her ribs screamed with every small movement, she couldn't tell if they were broken or only bruised. The pain was beginning to blur together that she couldn't tell the difference between anything anymore.

Her head hung forward as she tried to ignore the pain she felt, telling herself that it was only in her head and that she could do this. She just had to hold out a little bit longer she told herself, Colton was looking for her. He was going to find her, she just had to hold on a little while longer.

Wilkins smiled as he walked in front of her, "I must say," He tsked, lifting her head up to look her in the eyes, "you have put up quite the fight here. More than anyone I've ever dealt with before. Most of my victims is usually begging for their lives by now, giving up. But not you."

Amelia looked at him with a hooded expression, telling him, "I'll never give in to you." She told him in weak voice, but there was determination in there as well. She may be growing weaker with every passing moment but she was not going to give up.

Wilkins, however, smirked at her, "That's fine with me Agent, it just makes this more fun for me." Letting go of her face, he turned his back to her and walked back towards the table. Amelias' head fell forward again as he let her go, watching him walk around the room now.

His eyes stayed on her as he walked, an evil smile on his face, "I bet you're wondering where your little boy toy is aren't you?" Amelias' jaw clenched as he spoke about Colton.

"Bet you're wondering what's taking him so long," he continued, enjoying the angry expression that's now taken over her face, "bet you're praying to god that he'll get here soon, to save you. Be you're knight in shining armor, come sweep you off your feet. Make everything all better. Aren't you?" Amelia didn't respond, jaw clenching even tighter.

"But we both know he's not coming," Wilkins told her next, looking to break her, "we both know he never cared about you like that."

"You're wrong," Amelia said, trying to stand up straighter, "he does care." She knew that her face was giving her away, hearing him talk about Colton like this. She knew that he knew he was getting somewhere.

"No he doesn't," Wilkins smirked, pausing his pacing in front of her, "where was he for those 5 years when you were alone?" Amelia swallowed roughly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Where was he when you were the laughing stock of the entire FBI? Because I'll tell you where he was. Would you like to know?" He was testing her, he wanted to see her break down in front of him.

He took Amelias' silence as an answer, "He was moving up in the ranks. Getting more and more respect from his peers, now that he wasn't being held back by the crazy girl who got six of her own agents killed. He never even bothered to reach out to you once you got fired, did he?"

"Stop." Amelia whispered, fighting back the tears that now stung her eyes.

"He never even bothered to see you," Wilkins went on, ignoring her plea, "what kind of man abandons the girl he claims to love? That is no man if I've ever seen one."

Amelia clenched her eyes shut as she tried not to let his words affect her. But they did, in some way he was right. Colton never bothered to reach out to her or see her, until Wilkins resurfaced. Only then did he reach out and see her. She won't lie when she says that it did hurt her that it took a serial killer coming back from the dead to find her again.

But then, she remembered the way he looked at her. The way he touched her after he confessed he loved her. How he held her when she told him the truth and how she couldn't have kids. The way he kissed her like she was the only the one in the world, how he held her as they slept, his hand never letting go of hers. The way he smiled at her, or how he packed extra brownies in his jacket because he knew she would want them instead of the snacks that were left over.