Sweet Dreams- a Criminal Minds fanfic

Chapter 22

Her eyes were wide as she looked at JJ. This was the blonde's punishment for breaking her free. She looked terrified, standing there next to Will, knowing she was the one who had to do the torture this time. JJ's eyes flickered to the knives and the other things on the table that she refused to use on her friend.

Will crossed his arms and looked between the women. He knew what this was doing to them and he loved it.

"I'm waiting," he hummed, moving a finger over the blades "Which one would you like to use first, baby?"

JJ's eyes snapped to him, shooting daggers. "Don't call me that," she said through gritted teeth.

The chained up brunette watched the two of them intently, wondering what would happen if she didn't do what he told her to. On one hand she wanted her to do it since she wouldn't be as rough, but on the other hand JJ might not ever get over  torturing her friend.

The brunette could tell that the southern man was growing impatient. He wanted this to happen now and the hesitation the blonde had proved her loyalty even more. His wife wasn't trained right yet, but she would be... As soon as he got rid of the whore.

"Do it now, Jennifer," he drawled, handling JJ a knife to give her a push.

"What do I do?" She said, looking at the knife, her hand shaking and voice cracking.

"Cut her," he said with a smirk "Anywhere you want, darlin'"

He watched her intently as she walked up to the brunette. When his wife started by apologizing and the brunette let her know it was okay, he had to roll his eyes. He hated the bond between the two agents.

"Just do it," Emily whispered, her eyes half closed. "He's growing impatient."

JJ closed her eyes and quickly moved the knife across her arm, hard enough to draw blood. The brunette tried not to show how much it hurt, not wanting to scare the blonde. Emily knew Will wouldn't be happy if JJ stopped. So she just grit her teeth together.

Will clapped his hands together at JJ's first effort, but he wasn't satisfied yet. There were more things on the table that she had to use. What would be next? The bat, a sharper knife, dildos... God, she hoped JJ wouldn't have to use the dildos. It would be humiliating for both of them.

JJ moved the knife again. This time against her stomach and just like before she succeeded to cut through the skin. They both knew she had to make Emily bleed to satisfy Will so the brunette agent wasn't going to hold any grudges.

Turning to her husband, JJ tried to not crumble under his look. She couldn't show how she really felt about this. How she just wanted to hug her friend and tell her that everything was going to be okay.

"There! I did it... Babe..." She swallowed the bile rising in her throat when she called him that "It's your turn now."

She hoped that was enough for Will to let her go again. Unfortunately, he wanted more.

"Darlin', you haven't even started," he snickered and picked up a whip. "She deserves a couple of raps don't you think? For escaping like she did."

JJ looked at the whip and then back at Will's face. The cruelness in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. She didn't recognize her own husband anymore. With delicate fingers, she reached for the whip and grabbed it, feeling the rubber against her skin. Her breathing got heavier when she walked back to her naked colleague who wasn't moving an inch due to the wires around her wrists. They were already bleeding, and would do so even more after the whipping.

Emily did her best to give her friend a reassuring smile, hoping to give her the courage she needed to hurt her friend. After exhaling a shaky breath she moved around the hanging body, closing her eyes tightly as she lifted the whip up and then bringing it quickly down on her fair skin.

A loud groan slipped past the brunette's lips as the rubber connected with her back. She bit her lip hard to not let it happen again, but when it did she couldn't help the whelp. The pain was almost unbearable and every time the whip connected with her she was forced to move which caused the wire to dig more into her skin.

"How many?" JJ asked, her voice cracking with tears.

"I'd say ten," Will said, the smirk on his face growing. He enjoyed this.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde once again raised her whip and quickly brought it down, the sound of rubber connecting with skin echoing through the basement. Her tears were so close to falling, but she knew she couldn't let him see her weakness. Emily was doing the same thing, but she couldn't control the groans. The force of the blow was too strong.

The room got filled with the smell of blood, both from her whipped back and her wrists. JJ tried to go easy on her, but every rap was worse than the last. The fourth one made Emily scream. She had never in her entire life heard that sound come from her colleague. And she knew Emily would be embarrassed after this was over.

The fifth. She tried to hold it together. Maybe things would never be over for them. Maybe this was their lives now. The endless fear, not being able to leave the house.

Six. JJ was almost done. Her hands felt sweaty against the whip. Looking at Emily's back, she felt disgusted with herself. How could she have done this?

Seven. Emily didn't scream as much. Maybe she was numb or just didn't have the strength to. The brunette was still biting her lip though, hard enough to draw blood.

Eight. The young woman looked over to her soon to be ex husband. He looked happy. It made her skin crawl and she just wanted to slap the whip against him.

Nine. Her eyes cast to his waistband. Would she really be able to take that gun away before he reached for it? She doubted it.

Ten. The last rap. Letting out a shaky breath she dropped the whip and dared to examine Emily's back. The blood was running down in a slow pace.

On shaky legs, she made her way to Will and glanced at Emily from the front. She looked awful. Her head was hanging to the side, more blood ran down her arms, down her breasts. Her eyes were staring blankly at the ground, almost as if she were dead, but the movement in her fingers showed JJ that she wasn't.

"I think she's had enough," JJ said, looking at Will. "She will die if we continue."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips "Oh darlin', we can't keep her forever," he said, sending chills down her spine.

"Please, Will... Just look at her. She needs a hospital," JJ almost pleaded with him.

"You think I'd help her after she ruined our marriage?" He asked, shaking his head furiously. "No, you haven't even come to the fun part."

She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what the fun part was, but still the words slipped past her lips. "What's the fun part?" She asks, looking directly at Will.

"These..." He said with a smirk and picked up a rather large dildo.

JJ gulped. She had hoped he would want to do that on his own, that it was enough with the damage she'd already caused. How was she supposed to rape her own friend?