Candy
I heard the crash and was about to make my way up the stairs to see what had happened when the front door flew open and a demon hurtled into the house, closely followed by Dave.
'What the hell is going on?!' Sam is bellowing and his eyes are everywhere looking for something out of place. 'You've got someone here. Who is it?' And he is making his way towards the stairs.
'I'm sorry Aaron.' Dave looks sorry, but a bit relieved to not have this child as his responsibility anymore. I want to talk to Dave and find out what went wrong and why Sam is back here, but also need to stop him from going up stairs.
I grab his arm and pull him forcefully towards me. 'Lounge.' I tell him and give him a shove in the right direction. 'Dave? What happened? Is everything alright?' I know what sort of things Sam can do sometimes.
Dave frowns. 'I really am sorry, but that boy needs to be kept away from animals until he's been castrated.' He doesn't need to say more. I nod and give Rossi quick apologies and let him leave. 'I stopped him Hotch. But he would have done.'
I will have to talk to Sam about this subject now too, and I still want to know what the noise was from upstairs. I stand in the hallway and listen for a few moments. I can hear water running. He is having a shower.
Oh – oh yes I want to go and watch him. I really do want to do that, and maybe Sam being back is a good thing? It has at least stopped me this time. But...is just watching so bad?
I walk into the lounge and see that Sam has helped him self to some whiskey from the decanter. 'You know I don't like you drinking.' I tell him.
He turns to me and he looks so horribly like his father sometimes that my stomach knots. This is one of those times. A time when I find the line between Sam being a child and Sam being Floyd really hard to take.
'You don't like me drinking? Who have you got upstairs? Why did you try to get rid of me for the weekend? And what the hell is the problem with Dave and his sodding dogs?'
-o-o-o-
Such a sweet sight it is. Bare wet skin. A bit of blood. No wonder Flanders can't keep his dirty hands off him.
That however is not much of a problem right now. This little darling is mine. Sam…a good distraction for me. I can hear him shouting. I can hear Hotchner's quieter voice. It really couldn't have worked out better for me. I lean in and turn off the water and at the same time I prod the prone form with my foot.
'Time to wake up Spencer.' I tell him and he moans and groans as I grab his arm and start to drag him from the wet. 'I want you. Get up.' I tell him, He's lost weight. Living on nothing but sugar and drugs will do that to a man. 'Come on now.' I say to him and hold out a strawberry candy for the dog. 'Plenty more where I got this from if you move your pretty ass and get over to the bed.'
Oh this is working well. He reaches for the sweet boiled sugar and takes it from between my fingers. He doesn't even question that I'm here. It doesn't seem to bother him.
I stand back and watch as he crawls his way back to the bedroom. His nose is bleeding and dripping on the beige carpet. So sweet. It's all so sweet. I follow his slow progress and really I would have him there, but I've an image in my mind. I want him kneeling by the bed. A couple of hard and encouraging slaps on his pretty ass to keep him going but eventually he is at the bed.
'Just kneel…lean forward dog.'
And obviously he does. I trained him well.
-o-o-o-
'It was just a dog! Does it matter? It's not going to complain now is it?'
-o-o-o-
He smells so sweet. Sort of like sickness and blood and he enjoys it. I can tell. I can see his long fingers grabbing hold of the bedding.
-o-o-o-
'An arse is an arse Aaron! Why the hell is it wrong?'
-o-o-o-
The lovely moans and cries he makes as I take this well used ass and he pushes back demanding more – oh and I give it to him. I'm not even sure he realises it's me, but he is a slut a dirty little whore who can't get enough of it.
-o-o-o-
'You just don't like to think I know how to have fun do you? You won't let me fucking drink or fuck or smoke. It's like living in a fucking prison Aaron. I'm doing all you bloody ask me to. First time ever in my life I've thought about bloody school grades to keep you damned well happy and I get nothing back! I want to fuck something!'
-o-o-o-
The thought that I am doing this to Flanders' dog is almost too good. I hold his hips and pull him tighter and give him all I have as I bite down onto his back with my perfect sharp white teeth. I feel blood. I smell blood and now I can taste it. His body shakes and twitches under me as his groans increase and he gets more demanding. One of his hands has moved down and out of my sight now, but I can tell…yes I know…I fuck better than that rent boy druggy Floyd.
I'm done. Reid is breathing heavily kneeling and bleeding and wondrous. I'll be back for more, but I need to stop him communicating with Flanders.
'Here.' I say and place more candy at his full greedy lips. 'Suck on this.' I watch him lick his lips and then he takes it from me with his mouth. A whore's mouth. No doubts there. I place the big jar of sugar candy on the table next to the bed and then take one and put it in his hand. 'For later.' I tell him.
-o-o-o-
'And anyway – who have you got upstairs?' And Sam is running past me before I can stop him. I just hope Reid is out of the shower.
-o-o-o-
I move back into the shadows. I can hear the spawn hammering his dirty feet up the stairs. Time to go. I have a busy day ahead of me. A smile and a sigh…and I've gone.
-o-o-o-
'Great Scott and Lordy Lummickins!' A new form of language you learn hanging with geeks. I just stand and look at the sight in front of me. I feel Aaron's hand on my shoulder.
'Oh good god.' And he is pulling me out of the way and I let him, cos I'm so fucking amused if I move I might piss myself laughing.
-o-o-o-
'Reid.' I say quietly as I move towards him and then spin to look at Sam. 'Go downstairs and check the doors. Turn the security alarm on. Quickly.' I don't turn to see if he does what I've asked. I don't need him to do it. I just want him out of the way. How in hells name did this happen when I was in the house. I can see the window is shut, but I'm not sure if it's locked. The crashing sound. I don't know what caused it, but I can see the results clearly enough.
I put a hand on his back and he lets out a small sigh, but doesn't move. I need to cover him. I check now to see if Sam has gone. I've been trying to shield this from his eyes. Not because I don't want him to have to see it, but because I know he will get over excited and I can't deal with that right now. He has gone and so I get up and run to the bathroom. There is blood on the floor. Some bloody hand prints, it looked like he crawled from the bathroom, but I can see that is not where the abuse, if that is what this should be called, took place. I grab a towel and run back to him and cover his back.
'Spencer. You need to get up. I have to get you to the shower.' I watch his skinny back shuddering and I gently touch the places on his back where he has been bitten. I look at the scratch marks and bites and wonder how I didn't hear what was going on up here. I want to ask him who was here. How they got in and where the jar or candy came from. I know it can't be Floyd. I know it wasn't Sam. 'Spencer.' Now I take one of his arms and kneeling on the floor next to him I drag it over my shoulder. From here I can see the blood on his face. He has had a nose bleed, but there is also blood around the ear I can see and he has a huge swelling rising on his forehead where the skin is split. At least the bleeding there has stopped, That's a start. He is drooling and there is a strong smell of strawberry syrup. The same smell he had to him when I picked him up from the shop. There is a trail of pink drool coming from his mouth and soaking into the bedding. 'I need to clean you up.' I tell him.
I manage to get him to his feet, but he is wobbly and hangs onto me tightly for support. He is trying to say something but all of his words are muddled and make no sense at all. When I get him to the shower cubical I lower him down to kneel. I can see more blood. It is sprayed up the wall and has gathered around the outlet and a long smear of blood below a splatter where I imagine he hit his head. I sigh and remove the towel. I close and lock the bathroom door and turn on the water. I have on jeans and a dark blue Tshirt. The jeans stay on but I remove the top half and kneel down behind Reid with apple shower gel and a cloth in my hand.
'I don't want to hurt you.' I tell him and he moans slightly.
'It's ok.' He says and he is swaying gently under the water as I start to wash his skin clean.
'Do you remember what happened?' I can see him tense up slightly as I wash him.
'Every second.'
'Do you want to tell me what happened?'
A shake of the head. 'Use your imagination Hotch.'
I wash him and he feels so fragile and broken that I just want to take him and hold him and protect him from whatever is going on. For now I wash his hair and clear the filth off him. It's just the surface though. I grab ointment from the cabinet. I don't want to leave him like this when Sam is roaming the house. I can hear muffled smashing of crockery behind the closed doors. The kitchen I am supposing. Again. I apply the ointment where it is needed and turn off the water. Spencer doesn't move so I pull down another towel and place it over his back and gently begin to dry him.
'Why are you doing this for me?' He suddenly asks.
'Doing what?' I stop what I am doing and back off slightly.
'Putting up with me.'
'I want to help you Spencer. I want you well again.' I watch as he stays on his hands and knees in the shower cubical and starts shivering.
'I'm fine. I can cope on my own.'
I back right away from him now and lean on the bathroom door. 'You're fine? Get up then. Stand up and show me you are fine Spencer? You show me that you don't need help and I will leave you alone. Who was here? Who were you with?'
He moves around in the cubical and wraps the towel tightly around his waist and pulls him self up to stand. 'He brought me the candy.' he says as he staggers towards me. 'I want to sleep.'
-o-o-o-
I can hear the chaos going on outside. I have a damned good idea what is going on too and I'm not too much inclined to like it. I hear shouts. I hear gun fire. I hear screams. I hear the swish splat slice sound of a sword.
'Ah shit. All I need.' I pull at the bonds on my arms but it's pointless. The drugs have weakened me. The act of trying to metabolise them has weakened me further. I wasn't expecting visitors.
He bursts into the room with a smile on his face, flicking the blood from his sword and raising an eyebrow at me. 'Well well, I get to see you at last and you don't even get up to hug me. Floyd, I am offended.'
'What do you want?' I am not going to show my anger. I am going to keep in control here. There really is nothing I can do right now anyway. I will remain calm…
Count to ten Floyd. Don't let it bother you.
He is smiling. I don't fucking want him smiling at me! He has something planned. I have at least the peace of mind that whatever went on out there couldn't have been me. Not this time.
'Floyd. I just had your boyfriend.' And he leans over me and breathes on my face. 'Can you smell his sweat on me?' He moves back and wipes his hand under my nose. 'Can you smell his ass on me Floyd? I'm sure the drugs haven't deadened your senses that much have they?'
I can smell Spencer. I can smell his sweet smell, but I'm not going to let this show.
Stay calm. Stay with it Floyd.
He's trying to make you lose control.
One…
Deep breaths…
Ah shit…I can't get beyond one. What fucking good are numbers when I can't think? 'What did you do?' Ah for the love of the gods of Pluto, did I really just ask that?
'You want to know? Details?'
I want to shake my head but this contraption is holding it in place. 'Get me off here and let me fucking kill you, you stupid Nip!'
And to my surprise he begins to undo the bindings keeping me in place. 'On the understanding that it's a fair fight.' He tells me. 'Not that it can possibly be fair now.' He places his fingers to his mouth and licks at them. 'He does taste so good though. It's been fun destroying you Flanders. I promise to continue fucking Spencer in your memory.'
I shouldn't talk to him cos I am going to say something stupid so I keep my mouth shut. I bit down on the inside of my mouth until I taste blood. I will kill him. He has under estimated me. They always do. They always will do.
I feel his hands unbolting my head from the frame and I watch as he stands back out of the way. 'Get up then.' He tells me. But – right – this is where things start to go wrong. The meds they have been pumping into me for so long seem to have had an effect on my mobility and so when he grabs me by my hair and drags me off the bench thing I've been living on for I don't know how long I just fall in a heap on the floor.
NOT
The effect I was after. The drips and tubes and things taking fluids out of my body are ripped unceremoniously from their homes and it causes just the slightest of howls of rage from me.
'You fucking bastard!'
I try to pull myself up onto the edge of the bed but he still has my hair and is dragging me out of the room towards where all the noise had previously come from.
'Get the fuck off me Taki!' I shout at him but the bastard's not listening to me now…he's whistling something. 'That's my song you tit! Get your own damned theme song!' I'm sliding on something wet and sticky and very blood like and I twist and pull at his hands but the guy has a tight grip on me and I've not been able to move my arms or legs in a while…and actually this whole movement and dragging thing is making me feel more than a little bit queasy and now with the added smell of blood and other deathly bodily fluids I can feel bile rising. 'Let go of me Taki.' I hiss at him and amazingly enough he does.
My heart is thumping fit to explode and I really do want to kill the son of a bitch.
'Can you see this mess?' He asks me and so I give it a quick glance.
'I can see it.'
'Good. Remember it. You will get the blame.'
'Like fuck I will, I was strapped to the bed.'
'But you're not now are you Floyd? You are here lying in the filthy mess you made when they released you.'
'Ah very amusing.' I know security cameras would have picked up this whole thing. I know they won't blame me for this.
He grabs one of the dead guys and pulls him closer to me. It looks like his neck is broken. 'Floyd – you will get the blame for this, but I need you to enjoy it. After all you didn't actually get the pleasure of being here when it was done did you? So I'll talk you through it. Slowly.'
And as he talks he is unbuttoning my shirt. His dirty slut fingers are touching my skin and I would kill him, really I would kill him but I can't move. I lie there like a freaking moron and listen to his story and once my buttons are undone I feel his hands touching my stomach.
It didn't hurt.
What he did.
It didn't actually hurt.
But I guess I still have meds in my blood and there is shock and stuff. I think it will hurt later though. The knife goes quite deep and it slices smoothly upwards until it reaches bone. He then crouches down next to me and he tells me in very fine detail what he did to my Spencer and when the alarm bells finally start ringing and he stands up and moves away then it starts to hurt and I want to put my hands over me and hold my guts in, but all I do is lie there and scream.
