Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

Until the last star burns out

//Above is Cameron's work outfit described in this chapter just for a visual :))//

His hands crawled over her skin that burnt with rage which she tried to push down but it was harder to do than she had thought now that he had unlocked her anger she didn't know she had.

"Tell me darling, why do you think I called you into my study?" He quizzed with a wicked smile in the curl of his lips.

She didn't say anything.

His hands flicked off one of her straps of her dress and ran his fingers through her hair.

She dug her nails into her hands.

"I-I don't know" she tried to stop her words shaking.

He danced his hands down her back and leaned into her ear- whispering words that made her blood boil.

"Get your disgusting hands on me you bastard of an ungodly man!" She couldn't help her words spurting out as she pulled herself from him, expecting his rage to come and some kind of hit or slap to follow.

"You have a filthy mouth my dear-" he spoke with a smirk, slowly walked over to her with a sense of calm that scared he more than if he had an outburst.

He placed his 'disgusting hands' on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees with force so hard it made her almost yelp in pain but she bit her tongue- she couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared, although they both knew she was.

"-A filthy mouth I'd like to see do many filthy things, my little sinner."

She looked up at him with a fire in her eyes that burned with the tears, "I-I am nothing of yours."

His smirk grew as he drew his finger down her face, stopping at her mouth and running his finger along it before placing it on her bottom lip and cupping her jaw with his other hand.

"You may not be yet- but this certainly is."

He yanked down and opened her mouth before she could even try to fight him; a quiet hatred in his eyes purer than anything she had ever seen before, a loathing so strong for her as he unzipped his trousers and fisted the back of her hair, pulling hard and clocking her head back as she struggled to get away with silent begs and tears.

"You will belong to me. Every part of you will be touched, tainted by me until you don't know who you ever were before. I will drink your light from you and fill you with my darkness until you suffocate like you deserve. I will destroy you and I will hold you close so I can see it happen. So be a good little child, and open wide" his tone was sharp and aloof, cocky like usual- but his eyes were deadly, threatening and full of unfaltering hatred that ran deeper than she could ever know or understand.

A girl who had done nothing to him, but a girl who came from those who took everything from him.

A girl who he would take everything from and do everything to.

A girl he would destroy.

Cameron woke up with a sharp breath from the memory that ran over her skin, the memory of the first time he had laid his hands on her in any other way than to hit her, the first time she truly craved death in that palace.

Her hands dug into the bed sheets to try to ground herself as she took deep breaths and tried to blink away the memory.

"A-Aron-" she turned to the empty spot next to her in her bed where Hotch had been the night before but wasn't there now, searching for him to help her as her breaths quickened.