Greetings to all my lovely readers! Thank you so much for the sweet comments you've left me regarding the first chapter I've posted. Hopefully I can continue to entertain you with this next bit! Just so all of you are informed, my original character will be premiering in the next chapter so please be excited for that! One more thing—my work can hold no candle to the actual show which means you simply must view Criminal Minds for yourself! Alright, that's all. Please enjoy this next chapter! Love,
Holly Sophia
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Spencer knew he had fallen asleep again. He felt very groggy and the painful throbbing in his head continued unmercifully. Noticing now that his watch was gone, he wondered to himself, 'What is his strategy? Why doesn't he want me knowing what time it is?' His bonds were gone from his hands so he reached down to untie his feet. The chilling voice spoke up unexpectedly, "Don't be hasty Dr. Reid. You wouldn't want to do something you'd regret, would you?"
Reid quickly sat up again. "Why did you untie my hands?"
The voice did not answer him. A rumbling in his mid-section made him aware that he hadn't eaten in a long while. A quick survey of the room showed a bowl of soup and a glass of water on the wood table nearby. Scooting his chair over, he searched for a spoon…there wasn't one. So he tilted the bowl to his lips and swallowed some of the liquid. It had a funny taste to it—like it was very old—but he didn't mind it. The water was room temperature but still he took a few sips. He couldn't figure his captor's plan. Why kidnap him just to leave him trapped in a room? What was the purpose? He took a few more gulps of soup then pushed his chair over to the wall, resting his head against it.
"I'm so tired." He murmured to himself.
As he leaned there for a while, something strange began to happen. Everything began to move in and out of focus; he blinked, trying to fix his eyesight. The room started to spin around wildly and Spencer just couldn't take it. He closed his eyes, pressing his hands to his head. It was impossible to see straight and his body felt like he'd been weighted down with lead. Suddenly, a light entered the room from some indiscernible place. Spencer could hear breathing coming from somewhere and said, his eyes rolling, "Help me."
He cried out as a thick, cold hand slapped him across the face, jerking his body to the right. Handcuffs were being snapped onto his wrists, confining his arms to the chair. "Please," Spencer begged the stranger. "Please."
Without warning, a hard leather whip assaulted Reid, beating him randomly and painfully. He reached a hand out, trying to stop the beating. Reid screamed, unable to control himself, as the whip struck his face. Once, twice, three times. Somewhere far off, Spencer heard a woman screaming torturously. The whip beat his chest again. Blackness consumed him.
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He knew he was dreaming, he just had to be. There was Morgan standing at a distance; Reid called out to him, "Morgan!" The intensely muscular African-American man turned towards him to say, "Hold on Reid. Hold on." His shape morphed into the beautiful, blonde JJ. "Hold on Reid. Hold on." Her sweet voice whispered to him. His whole team suddenly stood before him, larger than life, looking concerned. They all yelled at once, "Hold on!"
Spencer gasped for air, waking suddenly in a cold sweat with the realization that he was still tied to his chair. The lantern still rested on the table and he was alone in the room. Every part of his body felt like he'd been scorched by fire. Some logical part of him started rationalizing what had happened. 'He has me kept in this room to cause psychological separation—making me feel alone. Then he induces physical torture to increase my stress and terror. He's trying to break me.' Spencer tried to move but he was still tied to the chair. He felt utterly helpless.
"Good morning Dr. Reid. Did you sleep well?"
"In an in-voluntary sort of way."
The voice's snicker was eerie.
"Is this all we'll be doing then? Beating me until I die?"
"You underestimate me, Dr. Reid. I am more than a common street thug."
"What is your plan then?" Spencer questioned him.
There was silence…but only for a moment. "You will see."
He was alone once again; horribly bruised, in pain, fearful. "I suppose I will."
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Spencer spent most of the day thinking over books he had read or figuring out mathematical equations he created in his mind. He knew now it was important to let his captor believe he was in control. Then he could observe his behavior and find a way to escape from captivity. He slept for a little while, his body trying to recover from the beating he received last night or perhaps this morning…he wasn't really sure anymore. When he woke up, there was a bowl of soup and a glass of water sitting on the table again and his hands were free. He used this freedom to pull the water to his lips, drinking deeply. The liquid still tasted strange to his tongue but he drank it anyways. Without warning, the same reaction from before occurred. His world was blurring and spinning out of control; he could barely see straight and he couldn't keep his head up. Something was different this time though. A black figure stood before him; laughing, mocking. Fire spewed from its open mouth and kept screaming,
"Stay alive Reid! Try to stay alive!"
Spencer endured this terror for what seemed like eternity before something sharp pierced the crook of his elbow. Sleep flooded thru him.
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