This is just a mini story of Reid Centric, Whumpt. Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Breaking Point
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Reid's eyes fluttered open at the sound of metal scraping the cool tile floor. He tried to move, but found restraints bound his wrists and ankles. The rough metallic material cut deep grooves in his skin and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
His eyes were wide open and yet he only saw darkness. He heard something, a rhythmic scraping against the cool tile floor. Footsteps. That of which were nearing with every second.
Where am I?
He tried to think, yet his mind would not cooperate and his thoughts were lost to oblivion. He sat waiting, for a faith he did not know.
Rough, course fingers suddenly touched his skin. He shivered and tried to shirk away from the owner. No such luck. They traced patterns in the skin of his forearm and to his horror, traveled the length of his arms, up and around his shoulders and down his narrow, bare back. He felt something large press against him, a body composed of muscle and sweat. Smelt the burning sour of this man's breath as he grew close to Reid's face.
From somewhere inside him he found the strength to ask, "W-who are you?"
Reid felt his head snap backwards as his captor delivered a swift punch to his jaw. He cried out, his words sounded odd against the quietness. The man did not answer, and Reid did not dare ask again.
He continued to trace his fingers along Reid's arm, then moved out as he chose to travel different directions of his body. Reid whimpered as his abuser leaned in close, his rough stubbled cheek touching his.
Please. Don't do this!
His mind was shrieking, and his body convulsed at the thought of his monster nearing him any future. He tried to move away, give himself just the slightest bit of distance from his opposer, but remained immobile, restrained to where he sat. His breathing was quickening, his chest heaved.
Through the darkness he thought he could see light. The light that would surly consume him soon.
It was when the unsub began to purr that he knew he would not last. The movements of his fingers quickened as the noise loudened with every second. He did not understand the motion nor the noise, nonetheless was never more terrified in his life.
Why?
It would seem he was always a target, the onslaught of an unsub or psychopaths motivation. He had been taken before, drugged and tortured, had been beaten to the breaking point. He had been lost, fallen to a point where life had no meaning, he had given up. All hope had dissipated.
But he had been brought back. He had not been defeated. But he hadn't been alone.
Alone...
The word echoed in his mind, filling the void devised from the confusion and fear that filled him. Alone. His team had abandoned him. All of them. His family could not save him. Not this time.
A dull sob filled the room as something sharp pierced the skin of his forearm. The unsub began to hum louder, his voice deep and strong as it filled the desolation. Reid ignored him as silent tears feel down his battered, frightened face.
His body filled with the familiar sensation of heat, pure liquid fire, then...heaven. The effects of the drug were almost instant and his body began to succumb to the blackness that persisted to encase him.
He did not miss the words said as he fell away from reality into the sanctity of unconsciousness.
"Maeve will be here soon."
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