"...Some things you should know: I am changing my usual AN to up here in bold with "..." instead of a million dots in a confusing format. Now, if only I can remember I changed it! Also, this story is rated m because 1) I'm putting Spencey on a pole 2) Many talks of sexual abuse 3) It's slash (not detailed, though!) and 4) Because I don't want this story to be deleted because someone thought T wasn't a high enough rating; trust me, I've seen it happen before. So, I hope you guys enjoy it! Oh, and one more thing: there is a hint of the first part of this story in one of my Drabbles About Reid, chapter 70: Cuts and Bruises..."

Addicted Innocence- Prologue

The Beginning of the End

Spencer Reid whimpered as his new 'roommate' tugged on his towel, trying to rip it off of his lanky body. The strongly-built man pinned Reid down on the bathroom floor and stuffed a wad of facial tissues into his mouth and tied a rope securely over it, successfully muffling his screams. Next, he tied either leg to the corners of his sink, making sure his legs were spread apart but having no extra room for Spencer to struggle and kick. His hands and arms were free, though, and for that he was thankful- glad to have control of at least one of his many body parts.

The man who called him 'Marcus Harold' roughly hit Spencer in the face until he could visibly see the cuts and bruises forming. He smiled and let out a low laugh, clearly satisfied with his work so far.

As 'Marcus' beat at Reid's already fragile frame,Reid felt himself finally snapping into a dazed state where he couldn't tell if he was awake or even alive. Slowly, his eyes started closing and he soon fell into a light unconsciousness. And as he did so, he recalled the night that he first heard the news that he was going to be getting a new roommate.

Spencer Reid sighed as he entered his apartment, glad to finally be home. His team had had a series of rough cases, and all he wanted to do was curl up on his bed and sleep the day away. As Reid reached for the elevator, his landlord halted him.

"What is it?" Reid asked.

"Dr. Reid, I understand that you work for the BAU and you are not home all the time. I also understand that you always pay your bills on time and never receive a complaint from your neighbors. For these reasons, I have sort-of favor to ask you." his graying landlord started in a some-what nervous tone.

"Oh, sure; what can I help you with?"

"Well, I was hoping that you would consider allowing a roommate to move in with you. You know, just a nice young man about your age who could take care of things while you are gone. His name is Marcus Harold, and he needs a place to stay while he visits Virginia for a two-month period. His mother lives in the area, and she is very ill. He would stay with her, but she lives in a nursing home. The doctor doesn't think she will survive much longer- two months at tops- and he just wanted to stay in the state for a while. Would you be willing to share your apartment with him for a while?" he asked.

"Uh, sure. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have someone else around for a few months, and I could always clear out my extra room for him to stay in." Reid lied, not really wanting a roommate. He knew that he shouldn't be selfish and let the man stay, but the thought of lugging his desk and heavy books out of his office/study room after just having surgery on his leg a months months ago wasn't very appealing to him. Inwardly sighing, Reid agreed...

The next day, a large black man with a hint of a mustache came smiling at Reid's door with a duffel bag between his muscular arms. In a sense, Marcus reminded Reid of a buffer Morgan. With a nervous smile, Reid opened his door for the stranger to enter.

"Uh, I was just about to take a shower. I will be leaving in about an hour for my job, so you can get settled in if you would like. Your room is the first door- well, the only door really- on the right side of the hallway." Reid stammered, trying not to be intimidated by the clearly larger man.

"Thanks man; I really appreciate what you're doing for me. You know, most people wouldn't let a guy like me into their homes, even just for two months, so I really am thankful that I found someone nice enough to open up their home." he said in a thick, deep voice.

"Oh, it's not a problem. I'm not home very often, and I do have enough room for someone to stay over a few weeks, so I thought why not, you know?" Reid gave Marcus one last glance before shutting the bathroom door behind him...

Marcus smiled when Reid closed the door, thinking about how easy it was going to be from this point out. He had done enough research on the slightly younger, but much smaller man to know that he had a godson that he cared deeply about. He searched for the boy's address and quickly wrote it down. He found that his victims kept their mouth shut when they thought he was going to hurt someone they loved.

When he was sure that his host was naked and in the shower- finding that being naked in a shower with a stranger made his younger victims less likely to try to fight back- he turned the knob of the bathroom door to attack. Once he was inside, he pulled back the curtains and heard him gasp as he tensed at the sudden presence of another man.

"W-what ware you doing?" Reid asked.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Marcus smirked back before throwing Reid on the bathroom floor. When he went to turn the water off, Reid reached over to grab a towel to wrap around his thin body, feeling less vulnerable when he was covered. When Marcus turned around, he frowned at the towel now wrapped around Reid but left the matter for now. He would give Reid the sense of false hope as he tried him up, but as soon as he was in fact tied, he planned on ripping off the towel. He wanted to make it as painful as possible for him, and he knew that having his victim naked would only add to his dominance and thrill...

The world stopped spinning and he could finally see again. It took his mind a minute to process what was happening, but when it did, he started to panic.

"Please! Don't do this; I-I'll do anything; just stop!" Reid begged.

As the man grinned up at Reid, he noted that 'Marcus' hadn't yet 'touched' him. The news came to relieve some of his fears, but he knew that the man would sooner or later get bored of just beating the hell out of him. But, for now, it seemed like enough.

"Don't tell any of your damn FBI friends or any other officer about this. Just keep in mind that I know where Henry lives, and it's not beneath me to kill kids." he warned.

Reid just nodded fearfully, relieved the attack seemed to be over- for now, anyways. With one final once-over of Reid's elegant frame, the man smiled and left the room. He headed to Reid's officer, where he would be sleeping for the time he was in Virginia, and left the room.

As soon as the man left, Reid threw on his pajamas and curled up in a corner, crying as he fought consciousness...

"...Alright, so you should know that the first part of this is like the end of a case that continues into the stripper case because they overlap. You'll see why, just go with it for now ;) Hope you guys liked Chap #1! R&R?..."