I See you, Y/N. (Emily Prentiss X Reader)

-14- the Dragon returns

TW: Torture, Violence, choking,
         Blood,  
        Wounds, mentoin of Death,  
        Mention of Suicide
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Y/n's POV

I wake up because of the sharp pain in my left side.
I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times. My head is pounding and feels like someone has attached a vise to it.

My throat is dry and raw and I taste blood on my tongue. My neck burns with every breath and it hurts with every movement. He squeezed really hard as he choked me and it almost felt like his hands were still around my neck.

Everything around me is gloomy, but an emergency exit sign shines above the large iron door and bathes the surroundings in a barren green light.

Emergency exit. What an irony.

At least he didn't put me back in the box, it's a few steps away from me, the lid is open so he can throw me back in at any time.

Instead, I now sit on a chair, my hands are handcuffed in front of my body and an iron chain leads from the handcuffs to the ceiling.
The iron chain is loose, so my hands are resting in my lap.

My feet are tied so tightly to the chair legs that I feel the tingling sensation caused by the blood circulation being cut off.

I look down at myself, I'm only wearing my underwear, my cut-up blouse and pants were carelessly thrown next to the chair.
I feel the cold metal of the chair beneath me and only now realize that I am freezing. My whole body feels painfully cold.

As I move slowly, another stabbing pain shoots from my side through my entire body. A look down confirms my feeling.
A large bruise spreads across my waist where he kicked me.
My whole body is covered in small cuts and bruises. Most are very faint, but it's obvious, that they will show their full colors in a few hours.

I try to remember what happened, but there are only bits and pieces.

His tongue on my wounds, his yellow teeth, his rough hands all over my Body.

The flash of the camera and his booming laugh.
Kicks against my side and a threatening "I'm not done with you yet."
Then everything is black.

My memory is probably blocking out most of it, something that seems familiar.
The twisted memories will probably haunt my dreams and wake me up in a sweat.

At least if I survive this.
Hopefully nightmares don't play a role, when I am dead.

I don't know how much time has passed, hours or days. My stomach clenches painfully; it's been a while since my last meal. But that's not a feeling I'm unfamiliar with.
I am also no stranger to the pain that pulsates in my body and can be felt with every breath.

What's new is the feeling in my heart that is so painful that I want to cry.
As I let my gaze slide through the barren basement in the hope of finding a way out, I try to understand what that feeling is.

I miss her. I miss her so much, it hurts. I want to go to her, I want to see her, I want to feel her, I want her to save me.

Emily.

For the first time since I've been here, I allow myself to think about her. I pushed that thought aside to keep from breaking, but now I lwt the Feeling Rush over me.
I think of her face, the beautiful silver hair, her charming smile.
Through tears I think of her strong arms holding me and her scent as I nestle my head into her neck.