I See you, Y/N. (Emily Prentiss X Reader)

-48-the last thing I can do

TW: Violence/ Torture
        Homophobia
        Mention of SA
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Y/N's POV

I take one last look at Anna, who is sitting at the kitchen table, her head on the tabletop, her hands tied together for safety.

I knew she had mixed something into the tea.
Luckily, after the first few sips, I was able to take advantage of a moment of inattention.
While she got a Bible from the shelf to explain to me exactly where my sin was written, I swapped our cups.

I knew as soon as we entered the house that he didn't want to help me.
There was something in his eyes as soon as I entered his house, a coldness that seemed strangely familiar to me.

When he then disappeared into the basement without saying a word after his angry sermon about my sinful life, I had a bad feeling in my stomach.

What was he doing in the basement? Preparing something?
Or putting something away?
And why was Anna so keen to drink tea with me after calling me a sinful slut?

Whatever she put in there took effect quickly and she collapsed on the chair. 
I tied her hands for safety and am now on my way to the basement.

My heart is pounding in my throat as I approach the ajar door that leads down.

I briefly consider waiting for JJ and the team, but who knows if they will even find me.

He discovered my phone pretty quickly and destroyed it immediately, I have no idea if Penelope was able to locate it.

Did she even try to locate it?
I am on my own, I guess.

I open the door and look down the steep stairs.

I lean on my crutch and hope not to fall while my knee stings and throbs with every single step.

Since I fell in the forest, it has been getting worse by the minute, but I don't have time to worry about it now.

Maybe Emily is down here.
Maybe he is tormenting her right now.
Oh God, what if she already...

At that thought, I almost slip off the stairs and just manage to catch myself. 
I pause for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart.
It's beating so loudly and fast that I'm sure the pounding can be heard everywhere, traveling like an echo down the long basement corridor.

But no one seems to have noticed me yet, so I slowly carry on walking.

As I hobble down the long basement corridor, his sentences, which he had repeated during the car ride here, echo in my head like a mantra.

Is this woman worth going to hell?

Are you willing to spend your life in eternal damnation for a woman who doesn't love you?

He asked that again and again and I immediately regretted getting into his car voluntarily.

I'm so stupid.