𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 (𝘴.𝘳)

chapter thirteen

when you woke your head was thundering in your skull it felt like two hot needles were being pushed into your eyes and your wrists ached from whatever restraints you had around them. your eyes were obviously covered by a blindfold but you could feel you weren't alone in the room.

you spoke quietly 'jj?' you sighed in pain 'jj are you here?' it burnt your throat as you spoke, you'd obviously been taking something. 

'jj please say something, I need you.' you huffed in defeat as you began to sob into the thick material covering your eyes, everything hurt, everything stung or itched or ached. you had to get help.

wriggling in your chair you managed to pull your blindfold down just enough to nudge it down past your nose so it now sat just on your collar bone, you looked around you at the barren room you were in. you must've been underground and the room was clearly soundproofed to some extent with the foamy paneling on the walls. your eyes searched the small cart to your left and panic rushed through your veins as your eyes landed on many medical utensils and devices that you weren't sure how they'd be used on you.

'those are for later missy.' a deep voice arose from behind you, that's where the door was. 'going somewhere?' you could feel his smirk from behind you

the voice was greeted by silence on your end and huffed in anger,

'answer me bitch!' he pulled the back of your chair down a bit so you were at a 45-degree angle, you were met with an older looking face, littered with small scars that could've easily been from anything. he had a slight beard and was going grey on the edges of his hair.

'no, where am I, who are you!' you scrunched your eyebrows in pain and he flung your chair forward almost sending you to the floor the other side of you if it wasn't for him catching you before the landing with his leg, his footsteps sounded around the right of you and his boots were now right in front of your face. he brought his left foot up quickly kicking you square in the nose before pushing your chair back up to the upright position.

'now. i have to say, your resume is quite impressive. dead parents, addict brother,' he shrugged 'addict boyfriend.' he went to go on but you interrupted him.

'now you shut the fuck up about spencer-' a loud slapping noise filled the air and a burning sensation came over your right cheek.

'now you learn to only speak when spoken to whore, I don't ask for much.' he took your blindfold from around your neck, rolled it up slightly, and then shoved it in your mouth, tying it at the back of your head, in attempt to gag you.

you watched him as he brought his tattooed hand down to the cart, picking up a large pair of scissors in which you thought he was going to untie the restraints on your arms and legs, but you were wrong. with his fist tightly closed around the scissors he went to the wall in from of you and carved a large 1 in form of a sort of tally.

he tapped the mark he had just made and began to taunt you. 'that right there, that's your count down. if your stupid team doesn't come and save you and your little blonde bitch friend by the time in scratching in that tenth mark, you're going to be nothing but another name on my list,'

he threw the scissors back down onto the cart and pulled down my gag, 'you have three questions, no asking to be set free, no asking for forgiveness or anything like that. normal questions that normal people would ask.'

'where am I?' you asked with tears brimming in your eyes, your team probably didn't even notice you were gone, it couldn't have been that long since you'd been taken.

the man let out a loud devilish laugh and gave a simple answer to your simple question, 

'hell.'

'really, where am i,' you stared him directly in his eyes,

your pulse rose noticeably as his hand went and picked up a large scalpel on the table, quickly bringing it up to your height and flashing it in front of you before bringing it down and slashing it at your chest making three large slices before throwing the blade back down, your blood splattering across yourself.

Your face was now contorted into a position of overwhelming pain,

'i told you where you were and you chose not to listen and be idiotic, resulting in punishment.' he knelt down so he was face to face with you, 'behave well, don't be punished. misbehave, be punished. simple as that' he put his bony hands on your shoulders and before standing back up, he pressed a firm and disturbing kiss to your blood-stained lips.

'i understand,' you whimpered

'sir.' he stared down,

'w- what?' you acted stupid as if to delay the calling of him sir by just a few seconds,

'call me sir whore.' the man demanded in his gravelly voice, your brain involuntarily flickered back to your nights with spencer where similar vocabulary was exchanged.

'ok urm o ok sir.' you lowered your eyes to focus on the dirty floor instead of looking anywhere near that monster.

'if i may,' you hesitated, 'sir. wheres j?' sadness formed in your stomach as you wondered what her fate had been, 

was she dead, was she back with the team, was she with you somewhere you couldn't see?

'the bitch is in the other room, just like you, all tied up and pretty. shes a defiant one too I'm not sure i like how the fbi is training women, they should be seen not heard, and definitely no investing crimes about children being kidnapped and killed.' he shuffled his feet on the floor  to assert some more dominance over the whole situation,

'if it wasn't for stupid women like you those children wouldn't have been able to be taken, women should be the mothers, with the children all the time, protecting them, loving them, not leaving them alone outside. stupid.' he scoffed. 

you could psychologically see he's been hurt in a way of losing a child, his mother could have neglected him and he'd fallen into the hands of an abuser, or he could've lost a child to the same fate of the little girls and boys going missing today.

'you've lost someone haven't you.' you dug trying desperately not to make him angry, 'a child,did you have a little girl or a little boy sir? it's ok to mourn but not like thi-' the air was knocked out of your lungs as he sent his steel toe boot straight into your chest sending you flying back in your chair and landing on the concrete floor with a loud THWACK.

'don't you fucking dare, don't you- don't you- FUCK!' he grabbed a glass off of the cart and threw it violently at the wall across from you, the glass partially smashing in his grip and slicing up his hand. 

he walked up and bent down to your face, collecting the blood from his hand and smearing it all over your face,

'don't you fucking dare talk about my past.' he needn't say more and he knew that, he had well and truly terrified you as you realised you would have no control over this situation. he was psychotic and you weren't sure you'd even make it to day 10.

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sorry, its been so fucking long I've had exams for the past few weeks and i haven't been able to find time to write in between revising, eating, and sleeping so i do apologise. 

love you lots <3