Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

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Waking up you always have an elevated level of confidence. I don't know what it is but first thing in the morning you always feel like life's great, like anything's achievable but as the day wears on confidence fades and self esteem drops and you become the every day you. Except this morning wasn't right, this morning I woke up with sharp pains around my arms and the sound of whimpering, the sound of fear. There was no confidence exuding my body this morning.

I woke up to the sight of the three women of my team with their hands restrained in contractions above their heads, blood running down their arms, and tape over their lips. They were already awake when I woke up; already awake in a new world of pain where the confidence didn't fill every cell and nerve in their body. They woke up to immediate pain and fear, and their faces still illustrate those same emotions even now.

I've been awake helping them stay calm with the help of my other 3 colleagues and close friends who have also been taken for far too long now. I have the man next to me who joined the team last, he's the oldest but a loyal companion no end, his attention split equally between the three ladies. To my left I have the man that is always the one to get in first and if need be use force; he is the one whose attention is directed on the blonde in the middle. Next to him is the youngest of the team, the one that is usually the target of some mad hatters trap but for once and unnervingly here he is, unhurt with only a miniscule pinprick in his arm from a sedative and the awaiting harm of barbed wire, his attention to the blonde on the left. Me, my attentions on the brunette on the right.

We can't do anything but watch the blood as it ceaselessly runs from their encasements down their slender arms. We hear the door open, the thud of heavy boots, the heavy breathing of a smoker. We see him, we see him crouch in front of the three women, we see him run a hand unremitting and claiming over their faces, around the curve of their breasts and then we watch as he unlocks their hands and they slump into the women's laps. There's nothing we can do as he touches them again, if we do our arms get even more of a shredding than from previous fights for freedom from the barb wire wrapped around them. The man gets up and leaves, never touching us, never assaulting us, just leaving us. Never once undeterred from our yelling and hurling of abuse and our yearn for the answers.

Now we see the women are free... or so we thought. They are clasped at the waist now, continually shackled there against the wall. Their hands are red, there's too much of the one colour. Their hands shake and they raise them as high as the pain will allow them. I can see the holes, the punctures, the blood is understandable now, the pain for them unimaginable. The blonde on the left is crying now, the other blonde and the brunette look at her and can't help the tears as they fall and then the assessment of the damage happens. Their hands are immobilised and too far damaged to fight back. That's the first warning that this is only going to get worse, the women not being able to use their hands makes them easy.

Things are going to get worse. A lot worse and there is absolutely nothing us men can do but watch as our three women get man handled and hurt. We will continually try to rip through the barb wire and endure the pain to get to them. There is no giving up for us.

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Authors Note!

I apologise for the horribleness of this! It's a dare I have been given by a friend... it will not be nice and it is a lot different to my happy endings but go with it and I hope you enjoy!

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