Because my mind is is going to be similar to my Reaper's Revenge story mainly because it involves Foyet and Hotch and Reid again but Foyet is my favorite villian to write for so that's why I'm writing him again, he's probably their creepiest and most deadly UnSub in my mind.
"Perhaps this'll change the way you profile,"the Reaper hissed.
Hotch's eyes widened as he felt his pants being stripped.
This wasn't happening...no...
But he was too weak to fight it as something entered his body. No. This wasn't happening..not to him...the reaper wasn't doing this to him...
You should have made a deal taunted in his mind as Foyet body made jerking motions.
He tried to ignore what was happening, tried to clear his mind of the horror but it wasn't working.
Foyet smiled down at him.
"Having a good time Agent Hotchner?"
"Go to hell."
He laughed.
"I will soon enough I imagine. But first I want to have some fun."
Finally Foyet was finished.
"Why don't you kill me already?" Hotch hissed.
Foyet chuckled.
"Where would the fun of that be?"
Quietly he scooped up Hotch.
"What...what are you doing?" Hotch was too weak and exhausted to fight.
Blood dripped from the side of his chest.
"If I really want to have some fun with you I'm going to do it somewhere else."
Hotch groaned as he tried to protest but a piece of cloth was pressed against his mouth.
"Careful Hotch, I don't want you fighting me."
Finally darkness consumed him.
"Wakey wakey Hotch," Foyet whispered into his ear.
He groaned as he found himself tied to a bed. When he woke he leaned his head over to a side and found himself staring at the young and frightened eyes of Reid.
He tried to sit up but the pain was too great.
"What...why is he here?"
"Because it's more fun to play with two than with one," chuckled Foyet. "Surely you must know this, Aaron."
"Let...him go..." Hotch said through gritted teeth.
Foyet laughed.
"I will...but first I want to have some fun with little Spencer here."
Hotch watched helplessly as Reid cowered in a corner, clearly terrified while Foyet loomed over him.
"Stop it!" Hotch screamed as he realized what was going on while Foyet stripped down Reid's pants. His hand were cuffed to the posts of the bed he was laying on and while his wounds were surprisingly bandaged they still hurt like hell. "Stop!"
But it was no use, despite the begging and sobbing come from Reid Foyet still continued to rape him and all Hotch could do was watch helplessly.