Finally, Someone Who Understands (Criminal Minds Fanfiction)

Prologue

The tall man stalked the night. The street lined with prostitutes, he waited for the perfect on to show herself before he made his move. When he saw one in a bright purple, skin tight dress, he knew she was it. He slowly rolled his car up the street, various women eyeing him inn hopes that he would stop for them. He simply kept driving. When he pulled up to Purple Dress, she slowly walked over. She set her hands on the passenger window and leaned over.

Keeping a straight face, he asked her, "How much?"

"20 an hour."

"That's fairly expensive,' he said with a slight chuckle.

"I gotta live, don't I?"

"I guess you do. Hop in."

With that, the girl slowly opened the door. The man leaned over and asked, "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Ashley."

"Pretty name. I'll think you really like me."

About 20 minutes later, the two pulled up to the man's house. It was a nice place compared to the ratty apartments Ashley had seen in her past. The man ran over to her door and opened it for her, giving her a hand out of the car. He kept a steadying arm on he while he led her up to the front door. Once inside, the horrors began.

They made their way upstairs and into the bedroom. There, she saw just about every torture device imaginable.

"What the hell are you doing," she screamed as he gagged her, making her words muffled.

"Getting you out of here you bitch."

Before she could say anymore, she heard the click of handcuffs and watched as her arms and legs were handcuffed to the bedposts. Before she could even try to speak, she felt a burning sensation in her left side, starting out slow but gaining more and more pressure as the man continued. As quickly as the pain had gotten there, it was gone. The man hovered over her before spitting in her face. She spun her head side to side in an attempt to remove it from her face.

Before she knew it, the man was now straddling her holding a metal object. She shook in fear as the metal object made contact with her now exposed stomach. Her bucked shot upwards as far as it could go as the pain shot through her. What happened next, she didn't even want to recall. When she looked back down at her body now, she saw the word 'Whore' branded into her stomach. She stretched her head to try and read the clock on the nightstand. 2:19. Before long, she realized that she was in the hands of the Brander. Dumped his victims at 2:20 to be found in very public places.

The next minute she was awake. 30 seconds later, she was gone.

A.N.: Sorry I changed this up for anyone who had read the previous part. I just wanted a chance to write a prologue instead of give you everything I know about my character. For anyone just starting to read this, disregard the Author's Note. This shouldn't apply to you.

Love you all!

-Momma Angel