Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|14| Epoxy Eyes

"Your eyes. Your eyes hold everything my soul thirsts for."
- Perry Poetry

*WARNING: The chapter faces a difficult and traumatic moment for Y/N. Please only read if you're okay with harsh topics!"
This chapter also includes dual POVs!

Hotch and I had been at Charles's estate for three days now. It was the same exhaustingly boring rotation of, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sleep. I'm not complaining about the simplicity, in fact that made everything easier, but it was the fact that Charles would always be no where to be found after meals.

The man would completely disappear. No-one, absolutely no-one in this society was allowed to question where he went—I learned from a member named Estella. It's understandable, of course. Nobody in the society knew of him being a a serial killer and I've assumed that since he's opened up his society for housing again, that he's finally killing again.

If Hotch and I were correct and he really was preparing his victims for the kill, tomorrow would be the final day we had to catch him before he killed again. We couldn't let that happen even if our life depended on it.

BONG, BONG, BONG.

I groaned as the five forty-five PM bell rang announcing that dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes. The food was great, I couldn't deny that, but socializing with all these wealthy men and women everyday was exhausting.

Annoyed, I pulled myself from the couch and placed my book on the table in front of it. I had done my makeup earlier and all I had to do was touch it up and place on a more suitable outfit.

I peeled off my long sleeve top and slacks while I scanned my quite empty wardrobe for something to wear. I decided on a plane, white dress that had a rather high slit on the side. It was relatively conservative—at least for me—while also being one of the most revealing outfits I've worn this case.

Obviously the goal wasn't for Charles to be attracted to me, but to attract his attention. Hotch and I had discussed this as one of our default plans if things were going too slow and I think that today was the day to do it. After dinner, when the men and women go their separate ways, I was going to attempt to stall him from whatever activities he had planned for the night.

After I was done, I sprayed a spritz of perfume before rushing down to dinner. The room was nearly full with the exception of a few members, so I was glad to see that I wasn't terribly late. I hadn't created a habit of being late, but god the people who did were humiliated by Charles for several minutes about it.

I gazed around the large dining hall, attentively, as I looked for Hotch. He was sitting at a seat just before the head of the table with an empty chair next to him. To my surprise, Hotch was making friendly conversation with a woman at the head of the table. I hadn't yet met her, but from what I could see she was relatively pretty, blonde, blue eyes, the beauty standard, but she appeared to be boring Hotch.

   He looked a bit annoyed by whatever she was saying to him. He would smile at her only out of manners, but she seemed to take it as an opportunity to continue the conversation. I don't know what got a hold of me, but something in the pit of my stomach felt so terribly furious.

   I walked over to the empty seat next to him, confident and my head held high. I flashed a quick smile to the man adjacent to the empty chair before pulling it out to sit down. Hotch and the woman were still talking about god knows what and I felt a strong urge to do everything I could to end the conversation.