[TW: AB-U-SE! THE S-E-XUAL ONE! Do NOT trigger yourself, please. Love, T.]

Battered and bruised. That's what you were right now.

You had been held hostage for 4 days in this basement, the unsub that you and your team, the BAU, hunted having kidnapped you during a field mission you and your friends were to catch him. No one had fucked up, the man just had set up a trap: he had a fake cellphone with a fake IP, and Penelope tracked him to the abandoned, dark, secluded woods. The unsub had night vision glasses, and that was how he abducted you, who only had a flashlight and a gun.

You guys had a profile, and your team knew that they had to find you before the seventh day — when the man ended his victim's lives. And they did, since they were very good at their job. You were, too — you managed to talk the unsub down, to profile him even if you were being held hostage. The man even seemed to like you.

What you guys hadn't profiled, though. were the tapes. The filming. You and your team knew what he did to his victims, sexually, but he was also recording them. And you were no exception. The man made you swallow drugs to make you drowsy and not fight back while he recorded his... His...

Right now you sat on the floor of the basement, Spencer holding your face with both his hands as he knelt in front of you. His hazel eyes were on your face, God, he was so worried about you— God, he loved you, even if he hadn't told you, he loved you and he thought he had lost you, just like he had lost Maeve— Shit, he was shaking as he held your face. But you weren't completely... There. No. Not after what the man had done to you. Only one time, but it happened anyway, and he had a tape about it. Shit, Spencer couldn't see this. No. Please, no.

"Camera." Said Emily Prentiss, noticing the camera on the corner of the basement. "He recorded all of the victims, which means he recorded... {{user}}."

"No." You whispered. "Please don't watch it."

"Did he—?" Spencer said, his throat closing with unshed tears. God, not you.