Psychopathy

Chapter 63- Bad Girl

The darkness was encroaching upon Isabel. It surrounded her, stealing the breath from her lungs and the strength from her legs. After spending so long in the dark, Isabel wanted to live in the light, but the light was slowly being sucked from the world. She began to panic, trying to find her way back to the light. If she found herself stuck in the dark, would she ever find her way back out of it? Or would she stay there forever? Just beyond the horizon, she saw a tiny flicker of light.

She ran towards it, the dark snapping at her heels. She ran, knowing that if she stopped, she'd be lost to the darkness forever.

********************

"Okay, I don't know why Elizabeth puts up with this, but it's time for it to stop." Ciara woke slowly to the voice, rubbing her bleary eyes until the night nurse came into focus. Elizabeth had mentioned that she was about to give report to the night nurse, and so she had snuck onto the floor to get some sleep. But the night nurse didn't seem too pleased with that decision.

"Is Elizabeth still here?" Ciara asked, and the night nurse scowled down at her.

"You are getting into that bed. There will be no more sleeping on the floor," she said, and Ciara scrunched her nose slightly. She'd come to an agreement with Elizabeth that she wouldn't sleep on the floor while she was there. To keep up her end of the deal, Ciara just didn't sleep while Elizabeth was there. But as soon as Elizabeth was gone, or if it was her day off, Ciara was on the floor. "Do not try me."

"Bite me," Ciara said softly, closing her eyes again. She'd come to an agreement with Elizabeth- but not with this nurse. She didn't get to tell Ciara what to do. Just as she got herself comfortable, though, she felt hands on her arms. She shrieked and tried to roll herself away from the touch, but the hands gripped her tighter. Before she knew it, she was being lifted off the floor. Ciara's eyes flew open, just to see those dark blue eyes staring back at her.

Well, princess, are you going to behave? Or am I going to have to punish you?

"NO!" she screamed, fighting against James's grip on her. He smirked at her, unceremoniously dropping her onto the bed. Except it didn't feel like the bed. It was far too hard, and was that metal underneath her? Oh, God, she was on the table. And bad things happened on the table. She tried to get away, but James held her down, exactly where he wanted her. "No, please! PLEASE!"

Quit fighting, or this will only be worse for you. His eyes flared with cold anger, and Ciara screamed. He crossed her arms over her chest, trapping her. She squirmed and pulled at his grip, finally managing to get one of her arms free. He tried to grab her arm, but she wasn't about to let that happen. She scratched and clawed and kicked, trying to fight him off. She knew that eventually her strength would fail and he'd have his way with her, but she was going to fight until the very end.

He was above her.

You're being a bad girl, princess. Such a bad girl. Do you remember what I do to bad girls? He had that smirk on his face, that smirk that haunted her dreams. But this time, she was going to wipe that smirk off his face. She swung her free arm, hitting her mark easily, barely noticing the sting as her fist connected with his face.

And, just like that, all hell broke loose.

**************************

"Code gray, ICU, room 312. Code gray, ICU, room 312." Reid's head popped up as the announcement came over the intercom. It was the last day the team had off, and he planned to spend the night in Ciara's room. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before the cases that had surely piled up in their absence sent them scurrying across the country. Ciara had consented to him staying the night, but if she changed her mind, he would go home.