Danger, Love, and F.B.I

Chapter Ten - Abused

Ashley Brooks.

I turned down the street that I usually would when I was patrolling the downtown area. I don't know why it just brought a good feeling to me, especially after what Morgan told me. Why would he reassign me? I didn't do anything wrong. All I said was that I could handle myself, I didn't want to be treated differently than the rest.

I would always love to patrol at night, it was always so peaceful and quiet. In a way, it was kind of like my therapy.

I admired the lights that lit up the rode and felt my anger fade away. Not only did it remind me of my old line of work, it also reminded me of when my father use to bring my brother Josh and I to patrol with him. Dad knew how much we loved to come to work with him, which is why he practically begged Mom to let us come. Since they were both cops, they knew exactly what trouble there could be when it comes to patrolling. They knew it was pretty dangerous out at night while patrolling, but they loved seeing us happy and allowed us to tag along.

The streets were empty and the calm atmosphere soothed my anxiousness. I knew I shouldn't be out here alone, but I knew I needed this.

I suddenly felt something hit my head. I felt myself fall to the ground, hitting the hard concrete. I looked up and saw Matt standing there with a huge grin on his face. I wanted nothing more but to slap that grin off his face, but before I could even get up I felt a sharp pain rose up my thigh.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted as Matt pulled out a needle, empty of the familiar liquid I've seen before.

The same liquid that Caroline used to make the two nineteen year old boys, that she killed, go to sleep, so she and Matt could overpower them. The same liquid that Harry was inject back at his house and made him dizzy. The same liquid that had been injected in me when I had asked Matt to take me instead of Harry and caused me to go to the hospital. The same liquid that began making me drowsy and drifting me into darkness now.

The last think I remember was getting picked up and thrown into something before everything went dark.

*******

I woke up in a room on top of something fluffy and comfy.

"Ow, my head." I said as I tried moving my hand to my aching head.

That's when I realized I couldn't, my hands were strapped to the head of a bed along with my ankles tied to the foot of the bed.

"What the hell?" I mumbled under my breath as I tried to break free.

This was bad, this was very, very, bad. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this mess, but I had to think of something. Matt cannot get away with this, I refuse to allow that.

"Struggling will only hurt you more." said a familiar voice.

"What the fuck Matt?!" I shouted.

"It's alright, I'm just gonna use you for some fun." He chuckled walking towards the bed.

He put his hand on my cheek and slid it down to my face.

I knew what he was thinking, I knew exactly what he wanted. I did my best to keep him away, but there was only so much I could do with the restraints I had on.

"You really are something, agent Brooks. It's getting harder and harder for me to control myself. I could literally fuck you senseless right here, right now." He moaned.

"You're pathetic." I scoffed.

"I'm pathetic?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, you're a good for nothing coward who's got nothing better to do but stalk a nineteen year old!" I shouted in anger.