7

Torture

"No, don't, please…please…no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Laughter.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Sobs and whimpers.

"P-please, no, no more."

A blood covered instrument dancing back and forth in front of innocent, tear-filled eyes.

"Master, please…No more. I'll b-be a goo-good boy. Pl-please!" Begging, desperate, helpless.

"You've been a very bad boy. You're being punished. That's what happens when you're a bad boy. You get punished."

"I'm s-sorry, I-I'll be a g-good boy. Pl-please, don't hurt me anymore!" The bloodied tool moves out of sight. Just the face remains. Tears falling down the cheeks. Lips blood stained, gasps and whimpers falling past them. The chaste eyes close, cringing. The gasps quicken, the whimpers turn into small screams and sobs. The lips tremble, the eyes look at the camera, as if begging for it to help.

"Please…ohoh!"

J.J. turned away, unable to look anymore. Hotch bowed his head. Both Rossi and Gideon were staring at their hands, frowning. Prentiss couldn't look away, no matter how much she wanted to she couldn't move. Morgan, who had been leaning against the doorframe, turned and hit it as hard as he could repeatedly.

"Tell me we are gonna find this guy and tear him apart!" He bellowed over the crying on the screen. He was so angry. He wanted to wring this man's neck with his bare hands for what he did to Spencer, all of those horrible, horrible, damnable things.

Hotch completely understood what Garcia had meant, now. He had no idea how Spencer lived through that. How he kept his sanity and didn't give up.

"We have his face, now," Gideon said quietly. "We can put out an APB for his arrest."

"I'll set up a press conference," J.J. said, wiping her eyes and leaving the room.

Prentiss finally managed to look away.

"He's watching us," Hotch said. "There is no way he'd have Reid far away from him at any time. He'd have to be close."

"Then let's go find the son of a bitch!" Morgan snarled.

"Morgan, you have to stay calm. What will Reid do if he sees you like this?" Morgan unclenched his fists. "He'll be scared to death of you. Just take a minute to breathe." Morgan nodded, taking a deep breath.

"We'll have to stay here tonight. We can take turns keeping watch, but there is no way we're leaving him here alone or taking him with just one of us," Hotch said. The team nodded.

"And honestly, I think we all need to be there for him right now."

Garcia noticed Spencer dozing and smiled a little.

"Are you tired, baby?" She asked. He looked up at her, eyes sleepy, and nodded. She stood, motioning for him to follow her. She walked into the empty office she had commandeered for him to sleep in. There was a cot resting against the far wall that Garcia had taken the time to make comfortable so Spencer didn't get stabbed by the springs underneath.

"You can sleep over there, sugar. I'm gonna see if I can find a water bottle, okay?" She said. He nodded.

When Garcia came back she expected to see him either lying down or sitting on the bed. She was very wrong.

He was lying on the floor, curled in a ball, his eyes closed. She knelt down next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Spencer, honey, what are you doing?" He looked up at her, confused.

"Did, did I not do what you t-told me? Did I, did I disobey?"

"No, you just misunderstood," Garcia said quietly. "I meant you can sleep up here, baby." Spencer sat up and looked at the cot, wide eyed, scared.

"I can't," he breathed, shaking his head. "I'm no-not permitted to-"

"Well, I'm giving you permission," Garcia said, smiling. "If your master has a problem with it he can take it up with me." She was trying to make him smile, but it had the opposite effect.

His innocent eyes filled with tears and his lower lip trembled. He shook his head.

"No, no, I won't let Master hurt you! You can't, you can't-"

"Okay, okay, shh, shhh, it's alright, Spencer. I didn't mean…I was just joking sweetie," she said, her heart aching at the sight of his tears. He wasn't laughing. He was confused. "You can sleep up here, baby. No one's gonna hurt you for it, alright? I promise."

She helped him stand. He hesitated, looking at the cot warily.

"It's okay, Spencer."

Don't. Don't do it, you know what Master will do!

I didn't care anymore. I had done so much to warrant punishment. And all I had slept on was a concrete floor. This floor had been far more comfortable than the one at Master's house. This one had carpet.

I stared at the bed, hesitating.

"It's alright," Garcia assured. I sat down and slowly, very slowly, lied down. I gasped quietly, unable to believe how soft it was. I buried my face in the pillow and shut my eyes, sighing.

Penelope smoothed my hair off of my forehead. "There's water here if you want it, alright?" I nodded, unable to open my eyes. I was so tired…

"Spencer?" Garcia said. He didn't answer. She smiled at him, smoothing his hair back again.

"He alright?" She jumped, gasping. "Sorry," Morgan said.
"You can't sneak up on me like that, Gorgeous," She breathed.

"Sorry, Baby Girl," Morgan said.

"He's okay. He's tired."

Morgan looked at his sleeping friend, who looked peaceful for the first time since he'd found him.

"At least he can rest now," he said, pushing the images he had seen minutes before out of his mind.

"He always looks so sad," Garcia said, her voice cracking just a little. "No, no he looks like a puppy that's been kicked too many times." Morgan nodded.

"I'm gonna stay with him," he said. "You should go get some rest, Baby Girl."

She nodded and walked out of the room. Morgan grabbed a chair and set it next to the bed.

"You're gonna be alright, kid," he whispered.

But Spencer wasn't okay, he was far from okay.

He was being tortured again, only this time, by his subconscious.

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