PROMISES, emily prentiss

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

September 26th
present day
unknown location
2:50 A.M.

Aurora felt a stinging pain rush through her entire body as Dr. Middleton pushed his knife hard enough down her chest and stomach to actually draw blood, she knew that if she made it out of here, that was going to leave a huge scar. Slowly and painfully. She winced slightly, she does have an incredibly high pain tolerance after everything she's been through, but that doesn't necessarily mean she likes the feeling of being tortured.

"I have an idea," the foul man said with a wide smirk as he put his knife down and rushed to the back of the room. "Let's put on a little show for all of our friends at the BAU, hm?"

At first Aurora was confused on what he exactly meant by this. That was until he pulled a laptop out of an old box and brought it forward to place it on a stand right in front of her face, "Go ahead and smile for me princess," the man said sadistically.

"Fuck off you fucking freak," Aurora spat as she looked away from the camera, if the team really could see her right now, this is the last thing she'd want them to be seeing. She just wanted to be seen as normal, and be treated as she always had been before. She didn't want them to view her any differently by seeing this new level of vulnerability, and she new that she would be treated differently, that they'd think she's weak.

"Ah ah ah," the man tutted, "that's a very naughty thing for you to say, especially when your boss is watching." He reached forward and grabbed her chin turning it slowly to face the camera, he continued by tucking her hair behind her ears so that anyone watching this feed could clearly see the blood falling from her lips and the large purple bruise that had taken its spot under her right eye. "This is a live feed, that means that everyone at that station will see every single thing I do to you."

The man started to take off the remainders of the now bloodied and ripped shirt she was wearing, until she was stripped all the way down to just her bra. He started to view every part of her body slowly, enjoying watching her squirm to try to get out of his gaze.

"You have some interesting bruises and scars," the man stated, "Has someone else hurt you besides me?"

Auroras eyes fleeted away from where the man was pointing and tears welled in her eyes but she pushed them away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Did somebody else hit you besides me? An ex boyfriend perhaps, or maybe even your daddy?" he continued to push for information knowing how his first question got to her and liking the way it made her upset, he liked watching her squirm uncomfortably.

Aurora whipped her head around to look at him and glared, "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped back.

The man put his hands up in a surrender and shrugged, "Fine have it your way. I understand not wanting your friends on the other side of this screen knowing your dirty little secret. Now I have a fun idea for a game. Let's play Fuck, Marry, Kill. It's going to be so fun."

"What is this the fucking 7th grade? Are we at our first sleepover?" Aurora snorted earning herself a hard slap against the cheek, she rolled her eyes and looked back at him with a smirk but said nothing else about his immature choice of game.

"Let's play with the men of the BAU. Hotchner, that twiggy looking man, and the feisty Agent Morgan," he stated calmly, "I'm sure these men would love to know what a pretty girl like you thinks of them."