Criminal Minds – In the Dark Places
So this is my first Criminal Minds fanfic I hope you enjoy it and, yes, it's pretty dark but that's just what I usually write. I do watch the TV show but I haven't seen them all so I might not go exactly to the plot but I'm trying to keep it as close as possible, with my own twists and ideas. So enjoy!
I don't own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 1 – Preface
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace ~ Sophocles
He sat there in utter darkness. The only sounds he could hear were his ragged breath and frantic heart beat. That was when he realized he was alone, completely cut off by the outside world. There was nothing he could do but sit in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest, and wait for someone to find out he was missing.
Slowly, he shifted slightly from the fetal position, his legs having gone numb from sitting in the same spot for at least a few hours. I don't even know how long I've been in here. Will mom know I'm gone before it's too late? And for the third time that night he broke down into an uncontrollable sob.
Suddenly the room flooded with light. He squinted and rubbed his eyes feverishly, trying to wipe away all his tears; the man didn't like it when he cried. With his still tear-filled eyes, he could only see a dark shape looming towards him. The man tisked.
"What did I tell you about crying, boy?" The man said as he grabbed the boy's shirt, roughly dragging him up to his feet. The pins-and-needles feeling coursing his legs caused him to stumble. The man quickly caught him and held him close. He could smell the man's cologne along with that scent of musky sweat and a dash of alcohol.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, unable to meet the man's gaze.
The man sighed and leaned in closer, "Do I need to punish you?" But the boy couldn't help but notice his underlying tone. It sent shivers down his spine.
"No! I mean, please don't. I promise I won't do it again. Just…please," he begged.
"You have to remember, I'm only doing this because you need to learn that if you've been bad you have to be punished." The man whispered in his ear. He began to pull off the boy's shirt.
For the first time in encounter, the boy looked up at the man with pleading eyes. The man's young features had a hard, but tranquil mask as he took off the rest of the boys clothes. The boy bit his tongue to keep his cries and pleas from escaping. He knew better than to make a sound like the last time. When he had cried out at the sudden bite on his collar bone, the man had grabbed a knife, his favourite instrument of torture, and held it to his throat for the entire 'lesson'. He had gotten may cut and scrapes all along his neck that he had had a difficult time explaining.
Now he knew better. Just stay quiet and do what he wants and I'll live, he boy kept reiterating in his head.
Once he was completely naked the man ordered him look at him. The boy saw the all too familiar hungry leer in the man's haunting blue eyes. And the large bulge in his jeans. The boy gulped as the man discarded his belt and slid his pants down to his knees. He sat down on a wooden chair he had pulled over from the wall and motioned for the boy to come forward.
He took tentative steps to the man, wanting to hiss in pain as his bare feet scratch against the rough concrete floor of the basement.
"Kneel," he barked.
The boy's eyes widened but did as he was told. This isn't how it's supposed to happen.
"Open your mouth." The man ordered. Just stay quiet and do what he wants and I'll live, the boy thought again and did as he was told.
The man's callused hand snaked around his head and brought him down to the tip before shoving him down completely. The boy flailed and coughed and gagged, throwing out any previous thoughts of survival, just to get large object out of his mouth. The man told him to calm down but he just put his hands on the man's thighs and threw himself backwards.
Once he had crashed to the floor, shredding his elbows and lower back, and stopped coughing there was an eerie quiet, like the calm before the storm. The hairs on the back of the boy's neck rose as he looked at the man.
At first the man sat in shock, so surprised by the boy's actions. He soon become furious and leaped to the boy, screaming, "How dare you defy me, you little piece of shit?"
The boy started crying again, "Please, I'm s-sorry. I didn't kn-know…I didn't want-"
The man let out a psychotic laugh. "You didn't want what? You filthy little faggot! You know you want me! Why do you cum if you don't want it?" He spat on the boy before reaching down to grasp him. After a few fast pumps the boy felt himself harden. He fought against his body but it had betrayed him and he soon, shamefully, came. Closing his eyes, the boy's tears flowed faster and his chest heaved with the sobs that tore through his body.
"See," the man sneered. "You disgusting queers just want to get it wherever you can." He grabbed his knife again and pressed it to the boy's chest. "I'm gonna make sure you never forget what you are," he said as he cut the knife into his chest.
The boy hissed but kept still, knowing that any fighting at this point would be more of a hindrance than a help.
Warm blood spilled down his chest, dripping onto the floor as the man dragged the knife in three letters, F-A-G. He cut deep enough so that they would be permanently scarred but they wouldn't kill him.
Once he had finished, he leaned back. "You're nothing without me," he whispered as he admired his handiwork. "Come on, say it."
The boy took a shaky breath. "I'm nothing."
The man smiled, as sick, twisted grin. "Now where were we?...Oh right." He picked up the boy and penetrated him in one quick motion.
The boy screamed at the burning pain. When he started thrusting in and out the boy began to lose consciousness. The pain was too intense for him to handle.
Please! Just kill me! He thought as he fell into the cold embrace of the darkness.
Please review, even if it's criticism (And I mean constructive criticism not things like "Stop writing. You suck.")
Thanks for reading. This is a multi chapter story and I'll try to update at least once a week but life can sometimes get in the way.
