Third Person POV

The BAU had just arrived at the station after investigating the scene. They quickly make a circle and start discussing what they thought could have caused the unsub to do this when Derek got up and looked at the pictures.

"This doesn't seem like something he did for the first time.. and it doesn't seem like it was only one person." He commented as he looked at the picture.

"If it weren't for the storm washing out the body that body would've never been found. And look at the wounds." He says as the others look at them as well.

"You're right they weren't made by the same weapon and some seem weaker than others, they seemed to have kept the victim alive for more than 24 hours before killing them." Spencer commented as he too looked at the picture. 

"A man and a woman?" Emily asked raising a brow.

"It could be." Rossi says while with Maya she was staring at the tv in horror. It had been her job to hide that body, it wouldn't matter to her parents that they had given her an impossible job. They wouldn't care that they had send her to hide the body in the middle of a storm.. she had messed up and she would certain pay for her mistake.

"So, you took care of it did you?" Her father said in a calm voice which only further her panic. This wasn't good, she liked him better when he was yelling and pulling her hair. Her mother just stud there with a straight face making her sob.

When had this had happen? She was only 15 and she used to be such a daddy's little girl.. when did that changed?

"It's not going to be easy uncovering the rest of the bodies but we could start by looking around the place this body was found." Rossi says as they all nodded.

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Maya POV

"Someone please help me." I mumble as I crawl to my room window. I don't want this.. I don't want to do this, I don't want to be like this. Why do they do this? Why did I have to be so curious and get myself into this? I cough when I finally make it to the window. Given ever since they started making me strip at a night club they haven't been beating me so severally and the scars left where light almost unnoticeable to most. Still they had decided to punish me in different ways.

I could hear her yell from down stairs now. They always altered their victims, it was always a girl after a guy and a guy after a girl. The only time they'd change the pattern is when a better victim just came along. They didn't care, they didn't care who they were, what they did, they just wanted to feel powerful. The more they fight, the more they struggle the more their thrill. I could help her.. I could help her escape and let her live at the sacrifice of my life.

Take her place, suffer just a little more before it finally ends. Tell her to go to the cops and give them the information about my parents.. yes that's good. That way they'll catch them with evidence, they would find me as well. I'll do that.

I slowly got up, the damage was mostly internal and not fatal, my stomach hurt and I had a few bruises on my hands and legs with one probably forming on my face. Thankfully nothing was broken this time, they settled for me working double time at the night club instead and make them more money.

I walked to my night stand taking a picture of both my parents with me in the picture. We were all smiling looking at the timed camera with this house on the background. I'm sure they could see the address in the picture but it was also in the back. This was taken on my 10th birthday, I had always kept it in hopes of all this being a bad dream but I see now that it can never be a bad dream, this was my life and the only way to escape it was death.

Maybe I'll be reborn in a better life? Hah good one, if I did get to live another life it would probably be one like this if not worse. How I would've wished I could grow up to become part of the people who catch the bad guys, be the good guy for once. I wait for them to leave, they normally left right after the abuse, this was only the first day so she shouldn't be too bad.

I make my way downstairs and look at her, she was pretty, probably in her late 20's. Making my way towards her she started crying again when her eyes landed on me. I give her a small smile and get a knife from the kitchen.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I just ask one thing of you." I say to her as I get closer cutting the rope from her legs and look at her as her eyes widen as I carefully cut the restraints on her hands making sure I didn't further hurt her. She rubs her wrists and looks at me as I take the picture out and look at her.

"Live a life for the both of us after you make sure the police catch them. You have exactly 2 hours before they get back and find out I let you go.. please make them count." I say to her giving her a small smile and quickly push her from the chair towards the exit door.

"What about you?" She asked looking at me up and down as I open the door.

"I deserve this for what I've done. Now go, my last wish is to know they will pay for what they have done too.. now go!" I say pushing her out the door and slamming the door shot for her to not ask questions. I might as well enjoy my last two hours of life huh?