Chapter 7

The Package

Van Helsing said 'To have memories of those you have loved and lost is perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.'

Spencer grabbed hold of the cracked wash basin and held his injured foot off the floor. He turned to face the man who was following him into the bathroom..

"Just give me the package." He pressed his lips together worriedly. "I only have a short time. I need to go!"

The man smiled and shook his head. "You just don't get it, do you?" He crossed the room to Spencer and pulled at his belt.

Spencer pushed him away in alarm, and tried to get past him, back to the door. "Are you going to give me the package, or not?"

He was getting really scared now. He was very worried about Aaron. He had no way of checking the time, but he felt that time was running out.

"Not!" he smirked at Spencer. "Now strip. Or I'll strip you."

Spencer looked wide eyed at him. He raised his hands, palms out, and edged round the wall.

The man advanced on him. He put his face close to Spencer's. "You have made the delivery. You are the package, you moron." He held Spencer's shoulders and shook him. "Now strip!"

Spencer was horrified. He needed to get back. He needed to help Aaron. He made as if to obey, and threw himself at the man. He staggered backwards a step, but he didn't fall. Spencer didn't wait. He tried to run, but his ankle was too painful. He made for the door. If he could get outside he might be able to attract some attention.

He got as far as opening the door. The man caught his hair and yanked him into the room again.

Spencer fell heavily onto his back. He was dragged back into the bathroom. Spencer yelped and held onto the man's wrists, to take the weight off his hair.

"I have been warned not to damage the face," the man hissed. "But some damage that can't be seen will be just fine."

He dropped Spencer onto the bathroom floor and kicked him in the ribs. Spencer whimpered as he was kicked again in the stomach and groin. Spencer cried out, felt bile rising in his throat. Coughing and choking, he curled up trying to turn away.

The man stepped back and looked down at Spencer, his legs bent up trying to protect himself.

"Get up."

Spencer climbed onto his hands and knees, shaking with fear and shock. Unsteadily he stood up. He had tears in his eyes.

"Don't do that again. Now strip."

With trembling hands, Spencer fumbled with his belt and zip. He let his trousers fall to the floor. He noticed that the man was watching every move he made.

"And the rest."

Spencer turned away from him and nervously stripped.

"Ah look! He's all shy!" he said sarcastically. "A lot of out clients like that though." He grabbed Spencer's arm and shoved him in the shower. Spencer reached out to the wall to stop himself from falling, and took his weight on his good leg. He couldn't put any weight on his foot now. He thought he'd done more damage to his ankle in his rush to the door.

"Clean yourself up, you are disgusting."

With his hand tight against the tape on his neck, Spencer turned the shower on and felt the hot water beat down on his sore skin. He saw blood and dirt and other stuff wash down his legs into the shower tray, and the water cut clean lines on his skin. He tipped his head forwards and let the water run through his hair. He leaned against the wall and allowed himself to slide down into a sitting position; he carefully touched his ribs and stomach where he had been kicked. His stomach was showing bruise already.

He combed his finger through his hair, and rubbed the dirt off his body He leaned back and drank some water.

Resting his head on his knees, he shook with grief for Aaron. He was so scared that he would not get back in time to save him

"Oh Aaron, please f-forgive me…"

The water beat down on him like hot needles.

The man came back into the bathroom and hauled Spencer out of the shower. He stepped up close to Spencer and followed a droplet of water down his chest with his finger. Spencer cringed. The man smacked his mouth and pulled Spencer into the bedroom. "You clean?" He stood back and looked Spencer over.

Spencer nodded.

The man got up and pulled Spencer toward him. He held Spencer's wrists behind his back and kissed him hungrily on the mouth. Spencer tried to pull back, but when he tried, the man twisted his arm. Spencer cried out, turning his head to the side.

"Please, let me go. Aaron needs me!"

"He is the least of your worries now, freak. You had better get used to this. This is your life from now on."

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The suit was sitting outside the bunker reading the financial pages. He sent the others down to check on their prisoner. He didn't particularly want him dead, but if he was, then so be it. It didn't matter one way or the other really. He looked at his watch. He should have had a call by now from Boyd if the kid had made it to the Rendezvous. If the kid had taken the chance and split, they still had the other one. But he wouldn't fetch so much money, being older.

He was surprised though that the kid had left Hotchner to him. He thought there was more loyalty in their relationship.

"He's awake, Boss."

He went down the stairs to examine Hotchner.

He was kneeling in the dirt, now muddy from blood and vomit. He was leaning forwards from the rings, head hanging down.

He lifted Aaron's head up. His eyes were closed, cheeks bruised, and blood and dirt under his nose and around his mouth and chin. His mouth was slightly open, his body still jerking and twitching.

"Your toy boy has decided you're not worth coming back for."

Aaron groaned, he tried to open his eyes. "Can't ….." He coughed violently, more blood running from his mouth.

Aaron didn't understand what was happening. He just knew that he was in terrible pain throughout his whole body. Every part of him seemed to be bathed in agony. The vomiting had burned his throat and mouth. His mouth felt hot and dry, and he was burning up. He could feel his heart pounding, and he felt a dreadful fear. He couldn't understand why Spence had left him. He cried, but his body was too dry to shed tears. He hung on the rings and moaned and sobbed and shook.

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The man pushed Spencer down on his back on the dirty bed, holding his wrists. Spencer fought and kicked at him, desperate to get away. The man smacked him across the mouth.

"Keep still, vermin!"

Spencer tried to turn his body to the side, but he was held fast.

"I said, keep still!" The man punched Spence below his ribs. Spencer was winded, unable to breathe. He struggled for air, and saw spots before his eyes. As he flailed around trying to breathe, he felt the man's hands stroking his wet body, touching him.

"As I said, this is all you will know for the rest of your miserable life. You might just as well enjoy it."

He put his head down and sucked on Spencer's neck.