I struggle even more, becoming even more frightened. "Can't we just forget about this all? I'll do whatever you want. Please." I say, begging. It seemed my whole life was turning the wrong way at that point. "It depends.." He says. "Will you be good to me?" He asks. "Yes. I swear. I have a family. Do whatever you want to me. My four girls and my husband will be angry with me. I can't leave them like this. Scar me, hurt me, just let me go when your done!" I say, closing my eyes, preparing myself for the pain. "Tell me Lisandee. Start from as long ago as you can remember. Tell me your past." He says. I open my eyes, staring at him, wide eyed now. "Go ahead. I won't interrupt." He says. I sigh, and begin my story.
" I was five, and my parents were in a fight. They were fighting over how they couldn't stand my school. They had allowed me to date, or should I say hold hands with a guy, named Anthony. It was a long fight, and it went on for a long time actually. I tried running away quite a few times after that." I pause, and sigh again. I say the rest of my short child-hood. "I was sixteen now, and I just got my drivers license. I was doing lots of illegal drugs. Barely slept, was actually raped twice at a party. I didn't get pregnant though, which I hid from anyone. If I even did get pregnant, the baby wouldn't survive. Not with those drugs. I quit when I turned seventeen, and never turned back. I moved here with my family. They called it a stepping stone." I smirk, and shake my head. "It wasn't a stepping stone. They just found out my and Anthony were getting way closer. We loved eachother so much. They just wanted to break my heart, and tear us apart." I say, and roll my eyes at the past, not regretting a thing yet. I go on and on, it was never bfore had I felt time pass by so quickly. "Now I'm here. After all of this. I'm here." I say and look at him. Now he was nodding his head. "Quite interesting. Were you ever arrested Lisandee. Tell us all." He says. I stare at him for a minute. "No, I wasn't." I say, staring into the camera now. "You are dead. I'm going to kill you." I say. I look back at the camera. It was surely broadcasting this. I was never going to make this out, and still have the family I once had, and loved. "Oh Lisandee thinks she'll make it out alive? Never." He says and shakes his head. I look into the camera and say, "His name is Mark. We're in some kind of ware-house. Tell Garcia to look that up. Tell everyone I love them. This guy..." I shake my head. "He had something involved with my parents. Check records. This guy isn't local." I say and am silence by a hand, being slapped against my cheek. He picks up the camera and walks away with it.
Erin Hotchner's Pov
Lisandee did not show up to her first day, and I was alarmed by this, because of J.J's pale face. "What is it?" I ask. "Lisandee has been kidnapped." She says, and calls the team into the conferance room. She puts on the screen a video, and pictures, of Lisandee's home, and a wall, that stated a note in blood, and the front door, that was kicked open. Also the police station. An hour long video, with Lisandee speaking. This wasn't normal. This wan't recorded. This was live and recorded.
