Criminal Minds porn plot

You're kidnapped. You have a hood over your head when you wake up, and you're all alone. Naked, tied to a sturdy wooden chair. You're waiting there for who knows how long when a girl comes in, and pulls the hood from your head. She's friendly and greets you quietly, explaining everything. She was once like you, and she was kidnapped by Master. And he wants her to dominate you while he watches through the one way glass. You beg her not to, and she relents, saying she'll try to convince Master.

You don't see her again for the rest of the day, but she lets you up from the chair. The chair is bolted to the floor, the little bed is heavy and wooden and bolted to the floor. You can see yourself in the glass, naked as can be. You have a toilet and a shower and a wash basin.

The other girl comes in later, when you're asleep. She has food for you, but a black eye. She tells you Master didn't want to feed you because you weren't a good girl, but she got you some food anyway. She says she asked Master if she didn't have to hurt you, but he hit her.

The next day, she tells you that she has to hurt you, or Master will, and that he'll be meaner. She can teach you how to enjoy it. She has the whip, so there isn't much you can do but allow yourself to be chained by the manacles hanging from the ceiling. She whips you, and each time the whip stings, and you swear your skin is coming off by the time you're done. She apologizes after every strike, nearly in tears herself at what she has to do. You're weak, and breathing hard when she takes you down, and you nearly fall to the ground. She holds you in her arms, hugging you and telling you that it will be alright, that you were good for Master, and he loves you.

You can see that she's covered in blood while she kisses your wounds. Eventually, when you can walk again, she takes you to the wash basin and the shower and cleans you off, and then with tears she kisses you again and leaves you alone. That night, you eat a great meal together on bed in your cell. She helps you eat by breaking it into pieces and feeding them to you.

The next day, you're in unbearable pain, but she comes back and says that she has to hurt you. When you insist, you don't see her again. For two days you have nothing to eat. When you see the girl again, she has bruises on her ribs. She tells you that since you wouldn't take your turn, she had to be punished for both of you. She knows you'll come around and love the Master, though. She feeds you again and leaves.

The next day she's very insistent. She tells you the Master will kill you if you don't do what he wants. You don't really have a choice. You're abused again, each time the girl lovingly cares for you between sessions, between strikes. You start to feel for her, but you know it's only a trick, that you're getting Stockholm syndrome. But at the same time, you know that she feels the same way for your Master. Her Master. There's no telling how long she was here for. You tell her that you want to run, and she should help you, but she panics, and tells you that she can't, that she could never leave The Master, and how much she loves him. You know there's no way you can leave without her help.

She comes back the next day with one of her arms in a sling. Her finger is missing. She doesn't want to say what happened at first, but eventually she says she told on you. The Master said she needed to be punished for even considering it. But you know she'd never do something like that. She tells you that he wants to kill you. She goes easy on you this session, though she only has one arm. You watch yourself in the mirror that takes up the far wall, watching her with you. She cuddles you tightly and cries into you. She tells you that Master is going to kill you if you keep being difficult, and that tonight will be your last chance to leave.

That night your cell unlocks. How long has it been? You creep to the door, watching your naked body with it's bruises and lovemarks--and scratches--in the mirror. You've been kept clean and shaved, and even though you've been beaten you've never looked better. Or felt better. You try to look away, and force yourself to go out the room. It's nothing but old hallways, and you hear beatings. When you go to the room, you find the girl there, surrounded by her own blood. The Master must have gone through the other door. She begs you to stay, and you can't bring yourself to go. She makes love to you that night, and you fall asleep in her arms.

The next morning you wake up in your cell again and it feels warmer and nicer. You don't want to leave it. Today the Master wants you to do bloodplay. The girl says that she'll be much more gentle, but you still feel the knife cutting into your skin as you hang from the ceiling. You can watch it run down your chest, from your cheeks, but as everything happens the girl shows you your reflection and tells you how wonderful you're doing, and how beautiful and strong you are. But then the door busts open and someone comes in.

A group of men in FBI vests, carrying guns. They identify themselves as federal agents, and tell the girl to drop her weapon. She doesn't, instead putting it to your neck and saying that she'll kill you both if they don't leave. You don't know what to say or feel or think. You're terrified.

They try to circle around her, but she won't go. She keeps holding onto the knife, tears in her eyes saying she doesn't want to let you go, that you're the one, that she loves you. But then she slashes you across the chest, deep, cutting into your flesh deep enough to make it pucker and show the little yellow cells of fat beneath, and nick the bone. There's no more negotiation. With a loud bang the girl's brains splatter across the mirror. You look at it and see them there, all red and pink and white, and the bullet hole into the other room. Part of you hopes that Master was okay. You watch in the broken mirror as the girl's body falls. She clings to you the whole time. The mirror, that you couldn't break with just your fists, shatters, and behind it is a wall with a locked room collecting dust, a long decayed skeleton sitting in front of a desk behind the one way glass.