"Reid, stay here while we go talk to the witness," Morgan said. Reid nodded, and although slightly annoyed, did as he was told.
"Don't do anything stupid," Elle told him.
Reid sighed as they made their way down the long drive way. They couldn't actually see the house from where the SUV was, because of the fact that the drive way was long and winding, and because of all of the trees that surrounded this witness' house.
He leaned against the vehicle, and nervously anticipated the return of his coworkers. Something didn't feel right, but he wasn't sure what it was. His stomach twisted uncomfortably, and briefly he worried that something bad would happen to Morgan or Elle.
If one of them was hurt and all he did was sit outside and wait for them, he didn't know how he would ever forgive himself.
But Elle and Morgan were professionals, and they wouldn't get hurt.
They couldn't.
Besides, Dr. Spencer Reid had other things to worry about as he recited the Artamonov Business by Maxim Gorky in is head. He heard something, or rather, someone, behind him.
Then, he heard the distinctive sound of a shotgun being loaded.
Without making a sound, he reached down to the holster on his hip, but he felt something prod his back. It was the shotgun.
"Don't," A man's voice commanded him. It was low and gruff, and terrifying. He felt the man reach around Reid's torso, his hands sliding places that they shouldn't have, and grab his gun and pull it out of his holster.
"Come on," The man ordered, yanking Reid back by the arm, "Yell for help and I'll blow your pretty little brain out of your head,"
He had called Reid pretty, and he was rough when touching him. Reid swallowed, if his preliminary profile was right from the past thirty seconds, and this man was the unsub, Reid knew he wouldn't like where this would go.
He only hoped that Morgan and Elle came out of the house soon.
The man shoved Reid forward a few feet, still not revealing his face. That's a good sign, Reid thought, that means he probably doesn't mean to kill me. That thought, however, did not comfort him.
With his only motive being the barrel of a gun pressing against his back, Reid slowly made his way where this man was directing him.
"Come on, you pretty boy." Reid closed his eyes momentarily when he heard Morgan's nickname for him. He took a deep, shaky breathe as they walked deeper into the woods.
The sun was getting closer to the horizon, and it would soon be nightfall. If this man were to incapacitate him- or worse- Reid's team would not be able to find them if it were dark.
They continued walking for what felt like miles, before they came to a small clearing. The stopped in the center of it, and Reid yelped in surprise as he was forced to bend over. He struggled against him for a few moments, before being hit over the head with the butt of the man's shotgun. He fell to the ground, stunned. The man then yanked Reid up by the hair, and pressed a cold knife against his neck.
"Don't make me punish you," He growled into Reid's ear. Reid shuddered involuntarily. The man was then ontop of him, straddling him. He put the knife against Reid's back and tore into his cardigan and shirt. Reid tried not to react, because he knew that this man was a sexual sadist, and screaming and crying would only make this worse.
The man didn't tear or rip off his khaki pants, however, he simply yanked them down to Reid's ankles.
Reid's eyes wideneed, realizing how real this situation was.
"Please," Reid pleaded, "I'm a federal agent, you could get in a lot of trouble if someone finds out,"
"Let's make sure they don't find out, then." The man's gruff voice was in Reid's ear.
"You…You don't have to do this." Reid whimpered as he heard a zipper. He tried to crawl away, only to have the man drag him back by his feet and push him on the ground. The man parted Reid's legs, and Reid felt a sob wrack his body as he felt the man's head press against his opening.
"Please!" Reid sobbed, "Please, I'm a virgin!"
"Even better," The man whispered in his ear, and with that, he plunged into Reid.