Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

Right and wrong

//TW for mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts//

"I knew you would show up here again" he smirked from his chair, a lit cigar in one hand and a bottle of swirling alcohol in the other.

"I'm not here by choice" Cameron reminded the Prince and walked across the bedroom, sitting on the bed, an emptiness consuming her, an utter defeat on her face.

A defeat that both amused and angered the dark prince who watched her.

He wanted her broken, he wanted her like this but he wanted her to do what she normally did and build herself back up with that stupid hope she always had so he could knock it down all over again.

It was like a cat playing with its prey, toying with it, letting it get just far enough away before snapping it back again- making it wish the finale attack would just come, but the thing with this 'cat' was he was never satisfied. He could always think of more and more wicked ways to toy with her, more ways to snuff out her light and watch her re-light it, more ways to break her.

That was until she stopped lighting it.

She walked in and sat on the bed, taking off her robe for him just like he had made her do countless times now since that first time he had dragged her to his chamber- but this time was different.

Yes, she was shaking- her body couldn't help the fear he had installed into her. But she didn't have that same look in her eyes- that same look of hope about to be squashed, that fear.

He stood up and walked to her, standing towering over her as he looked down at her.

She didn't try to fight him away when he put out the cigar on her skin in the same blistered spot he always did on her inner forearm, she didn't try to scream when he tilted her head to look up at him or when he bent down just mere inches away from her lips.

"Get out" his lips brushed hers before he stood up and walked back over to the window, trying to think of more ways to hurt her, there had to be another way, he had to think of a way to build up her hope and hurt her in a somehow more painful way.

"W-what?" She stammered from the bed.

He paused at the slight tone in her voice- was she... upset that he walked away from her?

"You're dismissed, go back to your chambers- get out" he kept looking out of the window and trying to think- surely he hadn't thought of everything? There must be more he could do to hurt her? Something so satisfyingly devastating that it would give a new meaning to the word 'pain'- he just had to think of it. He was his father's son after all, the ability to hurt was in his blood.

Maybe he could kill her father? No, that would hurt her most of all and he wanted to save that to really savour it. He could track down her older sister again? That look on her face when she saw her in the banquet hall was priceless- but it wouldn't be as good now that she already knew about what she had done.

He was racking his brain when he heard her small, quiet words squeak.

"Y-you don't want me?"

He paused and a small smirk appeared on his face.

He turned to her as she pulled on her robe tighter to her body to hide herself. He saw the blush of her embarrassed cheeks, the pain in her eyes. The same stupid look he saw at that piano- this was it, this was exactly what he needed to hurt her.

Pathetic. You stupid naive girl.

"And why would I want you?" He mocked, setting his plan to hurt her more than he could have ever hoped.