𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

Thirteen

"Princess"

Warnings: Descriptions of torture

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Y/n's arms ache.

She shakes them, signaling Megan that she's up after her much-needed nap. She prayed that all of this was a horrible dream, but it wasn't.

"Princess." Megan walks up to Y/n and soothes her cheek. Y/n jerks her face away and it strikes a bit of anger in Megan.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your fucking princess, I'm not your fucking anything!" Y/n screams, right into Megan's face.

The older woman takes a second before she walks over to the same cabinet that James did. She doesn't take a burner, but a whip. Y/n's eyes grow wide and she screams at the impact it has on her skin.

"Don't lie to yourself," Megan mumbles as the room echos with sounds of the whip hitting Y/n's skin again and again.

"You're just a little confused baby," Y/n's skin breaks and opens cuts along her body.

"I'm here to remind you." Megan continues to hit Y/n, even when the younger woman passes out. Even when Megan's arms are begging her to stop.

When Megan puts the whip down, she opens the door all the way to the end of the room and comes back with a damp cloth. As she presses the cloth to the seeping cuts, she kisses each one, mumbling, "I'm going to make it better sweet baby."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Aaron?" Derek exclaims. Off the case? "We all shouldn't work the case then, this is unfair."

Derek knows that it isn't personal, but it doesn't stop it from sure as hell feeling like it. But Aaron doesn't leave any time to argue because Y/F/N and all of the station come in telling them that the search party is ready.

"Let's find this bitch." That is all the angry older man can even say as he clenches his fist into his hand and heads out the same exit he came out of.

James, Derek, Spencer, David, Jennifer, and Penelope are the only ones who stay back in the now-empty station and the others get working on trying to find more information about her based on what James has told them, but everywhere leads them to a dead end.

It's actually very hard for James to keep his composure.

Derek is sick of James's failed "trying," and tries to get answers from the other male himself.

"James? Deputy Diaz?" Derek gets the man's attention with a hum. "What took so long, back at the hotel? I didn't see you for hours, I mean Y/n is-"

"I live far and my ringer was off." James's fast reply catches the attention of all of the profilers.

"Are you not on call? Where is your pager." Jennifer has now put down her pen.

"Dead, I still haven't got to charge it after today's events." James goes to show his lie but because his pager is very much not dead, he only shows so much, which is nothing at all for the profilers.

"And who do you think took her? Megan? If Y/F/N is right, my girlfriend is in big trouble no?" Derek and others watch as James can no longer keep a straight face as he slightly bangs his fist on the table.

"Megan is crazy. Y/n and her dated while Y/n was in college and when they broke up, she stalked her for weeks. There was no need for a restraining order because Y/F/N locked her up the last time and I haven't heard from her since." James rushed lie actually puts Derek at ease. Penelope pulls up Megan's record and fax's it to everyone's tablet without announcement.

There was a restraining order.

One that expired 2 weeks ago to the date.

Megan was never arrested.

She was put in outpatient care.

As James steps out to make a phone call, Spencer closes the door.

"This son of a bitch got his story wrong, he knows more and he just won't fucking say it," Derek shouts.

No one denies it because Derek is the only one saying what they are thinking.

James closes his car door as he calls Megan.

The tired woman sits before the still unconscious body as she receives the news of a boyfriend. Finger press along with the unhealed cuts, making one of them seep again.

"My princess knows she's mine." She cuts the male off. "I'm handling her, don't worry."

Megan licks the blood off her finger as she hangs up.

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