Reclamation

A/N: This is the chapter I have been warning you about. If you want to skip it I will understand. You can pick up chapter 4 and not lose the flow of the fic. Again CONTENT WARNING
Feedback please just don't throw things, I know this chapter is rough.


Chapter 3

Hankle dumped the wriggling agent down on a ratty cot tucked against the wall. He tugged her cuffed hands up over her head and attached them to the metal frame of the cot. She struggled, her breath quickening in terror.

"NO! Please! No!" she pleaded over and over. She was so terrified of his intent and couldn't believe this was happening. This was wrong, she was supposed to be with Derek. Hankle slapped her across the face.

"Quiet!" his voice growled. "Your lies are about to be exposed, Whore." he said and there was a harsh rending sound as he tore her shirt open. Ripping and yanking until her torso was bare to his snarling gaze.

Tears began to stream down her face, sucking in sobbing breaths, she desperately tried to catch his eyes.

"Please don't do this." she sobbed. "I'm n-n-not what y-you think." she clenched her legs together and began to draw her knees up in a defensive posture. "I l-love s-somone...I'm n-not a whore..."

Hankle struck her again, wrenching a shriek from her as it landed on the swollen side of her face. He bared his teeth, condemning her under his breath in an endless litany of biblical mishmash.

His hands moved roughly to wrench her pants from her hips. Reid screamed in protest, denying him with every shuddering breath.

Trying to kick at him, she jammed her injured foot against his knee. She had a frightening moment where spots danced before her eyes. He shoved her clothing down and off, exposing her to the cold of the shack.

'Don't pass out. Don't pass out.' she chanted in her head. He grabbed at her body, twisting her soft breasts cruelly in his chapped hands.

"Stop! I don't want this! NO! STOP!" Her desperate screams echoed out of the speaker into the room where the team sat, in impotent agony.

Sasha was frantically attempting to bring her mind back to order. There had to be something she could do to stop him. Her immense intellect failed her in the face of psychotic evil.

Cruel and violent hands forced her legs apart and tore the cotton panties from her body. Sasha's weeping was constant, she struggled to push him away without the use of her hands.

He laughed at her bucking attempts to dislodge him and slapped her again. He prodded her sex with rough and invasive fingers. Reid twisted her body trying to unhook the cuffs from bed frame.

"STOP IT! It's not supposed to be you!" her self control gave away and she began to struggle with all her might.

Hankle pulled his other hand back and doubled a fist. He punched her in the jaw, making the young woman see stars. She came dangerously close to succumbing to the blackness that grayed her vision.

"If you ain't a whore, then you'll have something else to confess." he reasoned insanely and poked her again, liking the way she writhed and cried out.

"You sure wiggle like a whore." he replied and pulled his fingers free. He pushed her pants down to her ankles and moved his knees between her calves. Sasha's thighs closed in self defense and she shook her head on the dirty bedding.

"NO! PLEASE!" she screamed and her fear took over. "Derek! Please! Help me!" She was slipping into a place of pure fear and pain.

Derek was standing in the open doorway to the computer room, facing the doorjamb, gripping the woodwork in a bone-crushing grip. Tears ran down his face and his mouth contorted in rage. There was nothing he could do to help her. Nothing he could do to save her.

JJ had collapsed against Hotch's shoulder in hysterical sobs, while he held her stiffly, his own face a mask of pain.

Emily sat, staring with glassy wide eyes and one hand covering her mouth. Her other arm wrapped around her stomach as she fought the wave of nausea. Rossi at her back, his face so sorrowful and angry.

Jason leaned over Garcia's shoulder, holding her arms tightly. His face was awash in an almost parental expression of agony. Gideon wrapped his arms around her as the gentle hearted analyst wept silently.

"NO!!NO! Not you! Please No... Not You..." Sasha's screams took on an even more painful tone, the sounds of struggling continued. There was a guttural grunt from Hankle, as he forced her thighs apart. Reid begged and pleaded for the millionth time.

When a soul rending, high pitch scream split the air, Morgan wrenched a piece of woodwork from the door jamb. His own horse cry of anguish rattled his broad chest. He wanted to leave, he wanted to beat something to a pulp but he couldn't leave her to this. He couldn't run from being her witness.

Hankle gave a deep grunt and covered Reid's mouth with his hand, muffling her screams.

"Guess you were telling the truth." he said maliciously. "Too late now." he gave a vicious chuckle and began to thrust his thick squat cock hard into her.

For several very long and horrifying minutes, the sounds of Sasha's smothered screaming and Hankle's panting and grunting filled the speakers. Backed up by the sickening slap of skin on skin and shifting fabric. The sounds of their friend and team mate being brutally raped were all that could be heard.

It seamed to go on forever, but finally the psycho gave a loud groaning sound and the motion sounds stopped. He removed his hand and Reid's crying grew louder. He pulled from her and stood to his feet.

"Now, you got a sin to confess, whore." he laughed in a filthy and disgusting manner. Kicking the girl in the ribs, he spat on her and turned to the camera.

Garcia gave a pained moan as he came into frame, still zipping his pants. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead on the spot.

He glared at the lens, as if daring them to reproach him.

"I ain't done." he said and turned off the camera.

TBC

Yeah I know, I'm going to a special hell......