Author's Note: This fic is an idea that SpencerReidFan7 and I came up with. We will be co writing this together, and I hope you guys enjoy it.
And despite my love for JJ and Hotch there will be no pairings in this fic! Strictly canon.
Disclaimer: We do not in any way shape or form own Criminal Minds. As much as we wish we did...
Screams. Screams of fear, pain and despair could reach his ears. Luckily, the sound proofing only allowed him that pleasure. The neighbours had no idea what was going on. Nor would they. They were his. They were his to use in any way he pleased. Their life was in his hands. It was a feeling that no one could comprehend. He was playing God with their lives, and it gave him such a feeling of power, he just had to keep it up. He couldn't stop.
Ashley tugged at her ropes, glancing over at the other girl. She was still out cold.
They had to get out of here. She'd seen on the news, the faces of the missing girls. Girls exactly like her. They all shared her blonde hair, blue eyes, and the similar figure. She'd heard the warnings but she hadn't taken it seriously. She'd never thought it could happen to her. Yet... here she was. Her face was twisted in concentration, the silent tears still sliding down her cheeks as she tried again to tug the ropes loose. Her hands had become numb from her fruitless attempts.
A frustrated sob escaped her lips as she stomped her tied feet on the ground. She was losing hope, and fast. How much longer would he wait upstairs? How much longer until he finished them off? The stained blood on her clothes reeked, and she could taste it in her mouth. It was completely disgusting, making her want to gag.
She took in the sight of the other girl while she took in a few deep breaths to try and calm down. Her hair was a tangled mess, her own clothes were covered in blood as well, and she looked exhausted. It was almost like looking into a mirror. Breathe in. Breathe out. She had to calm down. If she didn't, then she'd lose all the chances she had of getting out of this mess.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cold concrete wall. In. Out.
She thought back to a few hours previously. She'd just been on her daily jog, running in one of the more secluded areas of the park. When suddenly, something, or someone huge flew out of a clump of trees at her, knocking her to the ground. Before she could even react, a damp cloth was pressed up against her nose. She'd tried to fight it off, clawing at the hand holding it there. But it made her feel weak, and everything suddenly got blurry. Her head was spinning. She tried to fight off the darkness edging around her vision, and the white spots dancing in front of her eyes, but she couldn't. Her limbs stopped working. And her world went completely black.
Then, ten minutes ago, she'd woken up in this hell.
A sudden, small noise alerted her. Her head shot up and her eyes snapped open. She realized that the other girl was stirring. As she awoke, she seemed to be trying to take in what was going on, her eyes opening wider and wider. The fear. It was all over her face.
"Hey, please stay calm," Ashley said quietly, looking over at her.
"Where am I?" the terrified voice squeaked.
"I'm not sure. But listen. We have to remain calm if we're going to get out of here. What's your name?"
"S-s-s-s-Sam," she stuttered, swallowing slowly.
"I'm Ashley," Ashley said, trying to use a soothing tone, despite the hammering of her heart. "Listen Sam, do you think you could get the ropes around your hands off? That way we could get out of here. I've been trying mine for a while, but I'm not getting anywhere."
"Y-yeah, I'll try," Sam said, her voice coming out oddly strangled.
The two girls didn't speak much for the next ten minutes. They'd occasionally ask how the other was doing, but other than that, it was silent in the basement. Ashley let out a sob again. She hadn't made any progress, her ropes were too tight. Just when she thought she was getting somewhere, she realized she had gotten absolutely nowhere.
"I've almost got it!" Sam suddenly said, a hint of hope in her voice.
Ashley froze, and watched Sam carefully. Oh please, let her have it. It felt as if her heart had stopped for a brief second when she saw Sam's arms break free and the rope tumble softly to the ground. The seconds dragged on as Sam set to work at untying her feet.
"Hang on," Sam told her. The tears had stopped spilling now.
It took longer than Ashley would have liked but she didn't dare complain, and she managed to settle her heart down as Sam came rushing over to her to untie her.
"Oh thank god, thank you," Ashley said quietly.
Once she was free, she didn't give herself long to enjoy the new freedom. She met Sam's eyes and they began pushing the couch over on the other side of the basement, to the small window up near the top.
"Help me up, then I can pull you, too," Sam suggested, her voice trembling.
Ashley would have argued, she was very eager to leave. But it did appear Sam had more upper body strength than her. And it would be hard for her to pull Sam up. She slowly nodded.
That's when the worst happened. As they stepped up onto the couch, Sam knocked over a stack of boxes. She heard the glass inside shatter. Loudly.
Both girls froze, making horrified eye contact. Ashley's heart thumped, she held her breath, and she hoped to high heaven that he hadn't heard anything. But that's when they heard the footsteps start upstairs.
"Hurry!" Ashley cried out, trying to lift Sam up to the window. The latch was luckily easy to undo, and it slid open quickly. But as Sam crawled through, she heard the footsteps reach the door to the basement.
She reached down to pull Ashley up, whom was trembling head to foot. But it was too late. He was there, and had her by her legs. He was dragging her back off of the couch, though she was still attempting to hold fast to the window sill. Shaking her head, Sam mouthed 'I'm sorry' before she pulled herself up off the ground, turning and running.
She didn't know where she was running, but she did run. It was daylight and she didn't allow times for eyes to adjust. It was too bright. she couldn't see anything. She definitely didn't see him, the man she ran into. A scream left her lips, and she raised her arms up defensively. But it wasn't him. It was a random stranger.
His big brown eyes looked down on her, "Are you okay? What's going on?"
With a shaky voice she told him what was going on, and then everything happened so fast.
Detective Williamson arrived at the scene, jumping out of her cruiser and heading towards the house. She stopped when she noticed the bright yellow crime scene tape that had been put up.
"I thought we were on a rescue mission," she said aloud, her brows connecting as she took in the scene carefully.
"We were too late," came the disappointed voice of an officer off to her left.
"Damn it," she said, shaking her head. That's when she saw the body bag coming out of the house. That made four girls in three months.
She knew it was time to call them in.
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