Gray (Jemily)

9

JJ was hanging from the chains again, this time with Alvin in the room. She was only let down to lay on the floor until one of her captors came to put her back up this morning.

As Alvin slowly walks around her, eyeing her half naked body, he said, "If Will gets to have his way with you, I get to. And yes, I know exactly what you let him do to you the other night."

JJ held her head high as she looked straight ahead at the camera, imagining Emily coming to save her along with their team. She thought of Emily being right in front of her, telling her everything was going to be okay.

"I didn't let him do shit," she responded and hardly jumped when Alvin kicked the chair across the room.

"He wasn't supposed to do that," Alvin admitted. "I'm the one in charge here! Not him!"

JJ couldn't help but laugh. "Then you really shouldn't have agreed to helping Will. He's not exactly the submissive type."

"What?" Alvin angrily asked.

"You being in charge and doing what you want was over the second Will stepped through that door," JJ explained. "Once he got a taste of what it was like to have all that control, you were done for. There's only so much either of you can do to stop each other."

"And what is that supposed to mean, huh?" He grabbed her jaw tightly and she winced in pain.

"It means," she inhaled. "Before this is all over, one of you will be dead."

"You don't know shit," Alvin spit but started pacing back and forth as he subconsciously played with his fingers. A habit JJ never witnessed him do until now. A nervous habit, most likely.

"I'm a profiler. It's literally what I do."

He just turned to her and screamed in her face, his breath smelling like he hasn't brushed his teeth in months. Smelled disgusting the first time they met and it smells disgusting on their second encounter, somehow even more so.

"Well he's out. Went to the store. So you know what we're going to do?" He asked unbuckling his own pants. JJ looked away and tried to calm her breathing before he forced her to look at him. "I'm going to have my way with you again. We're going to have fun, Jenny and you're going to like it. Just like the first time."

"You don't really want me, Alvin," JJ tried even though she knew it was the farthest thing from true. his whole existence now was about her. He has become obsessed with the mere thought of her and will do anything to get her where he wants her, when he wants her.

"Oh, but I do," Alvin said palming her breasts through her bra. She wanted to cry.

"No. You want Will. He's the one in your way, right? He's the one going against your every order? Doing what he pleases?" She cleared her throat, hating what she was going to say next. "Touching me?" Alvin halted his movements. "Do you really want him having his way with me the was he's been doing?"

"No! You're mine, Jenny! All mine and I don't need some halfwit wanna be southern bastard coming in thinking he owns you!"

She got under her skin. She let out a breath of relief as he moved away from her and began pacing again, mumbling things to himself, occasionally addressing her as he did so.

"He didn't know anything before me," Alvin continued as he rubbed his greasy hair. "I was the one who taught him everything he knows!"

JJ didn't think that was true as Will has seen his fair share of murders in his career as a detective, but she didn't say that.

"I taught him how to let go and let his anger be the drive!" He turned to her, his finger pointing at his chest. "He was hesitant to stalk you and even more hesitant to drive the getaway car after I kidnapped you! He was hesitant to hurt you, Jenny. Despite his anger and hatred toward you and that gorgeous wife of yours, he didn't want to hurt you. So you know what I did? I gave him the push he needed!"