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Four Weeks Later
Reid watched as the door opened slowly and let a flood of music into the room. Jackie stood in the doorway holding his breakfast, it seemed as though she was inspecting him. He thought it was strange that she was taking so long to walk into the room, and his stomach growled in anticipation.
"Sounds like someone is hungry," Jackie stated as the growl roused her out of her thoughts. She walked over to Reid, set down his breakfast, and released his left hand so he could eat. She took her normal position in a chair across from the bed and small talked while he ate. She provided him a meager meal of toast that had already been smothered in grape jelly, and milk. He ate it ravenously, but did not feel full when the meal was gone. He didn't verbally ask her what the deal was, but he did give her a questioning look to convey his feelings about his inadequate meal. These meager meals that Jackie had been providing him with lately were keeping him in a weak state physically, especially when added to his lack of movement. Reid figured that her plan was to keep his energy in a sapped state in order to manipulate him easier.
"I know that it wasn't much this morning, but I got a special treat for you later. I want you hungry enough to eat it," she said with a mysterious smile. "Anyways, let's get this show on the road. I got places to be."
Wordlessly, Jackie and Reid went through the motions that they had adhered to over the last 30 days. He got his bathroom time and was able to feel like he was in control of himself for a few minutes out of his day. It was always over to quickly, and soon enough he was at the mercy of that madwoman again. Due to church, Jackie secured Reid back in bed so she wouldn't have to worry about him while she was gone.
Once she left Reid started to reminisce over the last few weeks of his captivity. After the night that Hotch and Morgan showed up at the door Reid had steadily been giving up hope that his friends were ever going to find him. Regardless of what Jackie had told him, he had thought that they would come back that night storming the house shouting out "FBI" as they kicked down doors, but that never happened. When Reid woke up the next morning just as helpless as when he fell asleep, he started to give in to his situation.
Throughout the first week Jackie continued to sculpt him out in the barn. Daily he was subjected to the humiliating walk from the house to the barn with the leash attached to the shock collar. She continued to superglue him into position and kept him that way for long ungodly hours. His skin started to redden and flake in the areas that were in constant contact with the glue and acetone. He had to use the lotion that Jackie provided on his skin after his nightly shower to keep it from getting to an unmanageable point. His lips were the worst though. She still insisted on gluing them shut while she worked to ensure complete silence. Due to the glue he had lost layers of skin off of his lips and they would crack and bleed whenever he opened his mouth. He ended up tasting tinges of blood every time he went to talk or eat.
Admittedly, Reid had gotten a bit nervous when he realized that Jackie was nearing completion on her version of "The Thinker." He knew that she disposed of her muses after a week, and she seemed right on schedule with the sculpture. In the end, he didn't need to worry because Jackie told him straight out that she wasn't letting him go when she finished. She couldn't stop gushing about how he was an absolute dream to work with, and how she had so many more ideas for sculptures based around him.
Over the next few weeks Jackie churned out three more sculptures and used an immeasurable amount of wood. It was amazing how much wood she had at her disposal. He wondered at times how she was able to transport it all by herself. Did she have an unknowing partner that had no clue as to what she was doing in regards to her sculptures? That was definitely something he wanted to ask her the next time they got a chance to talk.
At the thought of the pine wood his mind wandered to the poses he was forced to withstand. For the second sculpture she decided to depict Reid lying on his stomach as if he was in a grassy meadow looking out over the fields. She had him lying down on the barn floor with his chin propped up by his two hands. His legs were kicked up behind him, bent at the knee. She had to apply splints to his lower legs, from the knee down to keep them up in the air the whole session. The splints were strapped to his legs but then driven into the ground so if he got too weak to hold up his legs, and he did, the splint would do the work for him. It was agony every night when he had to walk back into the house, and the aching in his knees would keep him up.
The next sculpture that Jackie carved had increased Reid's psychological discomfort tenfold because the position left him feeling exposed. This whole time Jackie had respected his privacy when it came to cleaning himself and taking care of his body. Not once had she forced him to reveal himself to her in any way and for that he was thankful. Unfortunately, the next pose entailed Reid exposing his chest while thrusting it forward through a button down shirt that was left undone. She had him sitting on the ground with his hands behind him propping up his torso. Initially Reid thought that his knees were going to get a break this week, but he was wrong. He started out with his legs straight out in front of him, but Jackie was quick to come and bend his knees up forcing his body to have more angles. She didn't have to use the splints on his legs this time because she secured his feet and buttocks to the floor which ensured he couldn't straiten his legs even if he wanted to. Keeping his arms straight was a challenge too, but Jackie solved it by using removable casts that kept his arms straight and supported the whole session. Again, Reid was in agony each night and mentally pleading for his stay here to end.
For her latest piece, Jackie turned up the discomfort by mimicking a classic. She decided to have Reid recreate Michelangelo's "David." And true to form she made Reid pose nude. This revelation did not go over well with him at all. He verbally lashed out at her when he found out he wouldn't have any clothes whatsoever, but Jackie was quick on the draw with the shock collar. After countless shocks that were meant to force him into submission, Reid lost his will to fight. He retreated to a place in his mind where he could ignore the whole situation while his body moved on autopilot. He had thought that if he could get lost in his own mind he would be able to block out what was happening. It didn't really work because at the end of each work day Reid was well aware that he spent over six hours exposing his body to a mentally unstable woman, and he couldn't help but feel shame overwhelming his thoughts.
The creepiest thing was how much Jackie enjoyed seeing him nude. Once he had exposed his chest for the third sculpture he noticed how Jackie had increased her physical contact with him. She would brush against his body whenever the opportunity arose, and she would make sure to stroke his face every night when she finished securing him to the bed. When she forced him to come out nude the first day of the Michelangelo sculpture her eyes seemed to roam over every nook and cranny of his body. She looked like a hungry wolf that just found a succulent rabbit to enjoy. He had to clear his throat to get her to snap out of whatever demented thoughts she was lost in at the time. Her infatuation with his body seemed to increase each day, and Reid felt pieces of his dignity get scrapped away with every invasive look.
Overall, posing for "David" was quite an experience because Jackie had to truss him up every day to keep him in a standing position because he was so weak. There were ropes that came down from the ceiling that Jackie would secure under his armpits. It was quite uncomfortable and he got rope burn from the constant chafing. She decided to honor the original by not changing any of the pose, so he had to endure his left arm and leg being bent at awkward angles throughout each session.
Jackie had finished the sculpture yesterday, but hadn't mentioned what she wanted to attempt next. Truthfully, Reid didn't really care what was next. It couldn't get any worse than the last pose. However, he was very curious about this special meal that Jackie was bringing him. His breakfast didn't really appease his appetite at all and his stomach had started growling in discomfort again. Maybe she would bring him some lunch and then they would go for a walk. He really needed to stretch his legs and regain some control over his body, even if it was just for a little while. At the thought of movement, he wiggled about a bit trying to bring some circulation back to his deteriorating limbs.
As he settled back down into his repetitive position, Reid allowed his mind to wander back into its deep emotional recesses. He couldn't help but think that he was in this alone, and that thought depressed him more than anything. For the past few weeks memories of his team had given him something to live for, but with each passing day their faces seemed to fade a bit. Reid knew that this all sounded a bit melodramatic, but when one is captured in a mind as vast and reaching as his there is nothing to do but over-analyze things and come to drastic conclusions. In the end, he had convinced himself that his team had run out of leads and given up on ever finding him. The way he saw it he had two choices, find a way to end his stay or shut away his mind so there was just a shell of him left for Jackie to use as her muse.
Morgan sighed with disdain as he looked again at the map of Kennebunk. It had been four weeks since their genius went missing and the team couldn't find a trace of him. The last time he felt anything close to hope was earlier in the month when the officer reported finding the unmarked car, but that turned out to be a dead end.
Morgan's spirit had been crushed on Friday when the team was forced to pack up their things and head back to Quantico. It had been a pipe dream to think that they would be allowed to stay in Maine any longer. The unsub had gone underground and ceased taking victims. The people of Kennebunk began to feel safe again, and even the local police began to hope that the serial killer was water under the bridge. Of course, the case would stay open with a few detectives working on it, but there wasn't a reason any more to keep the team in town. Strauss had been patient enough to let them stick around this long but she said that there were cases piling up that needed their attention. Hotch had argued about leaving a man behind, but in the end it was a losing battle. By eight o'clock Friday night the incomplete team was on the jet heading back home.
Saturday morning found Morgan in Garcia's cave running searches on various people in Maine. At this point it felt like they were grasping at straws, but he felt like he had to do something. There was an unspoken agreement between the two that they would dedicate all of their off time looking for their missing friend. It turned out that their other teammates had the same idea. For, Morgan had walked out into the bullpen to go get coffee and noticed that Hotch was in his office with Rossi. He wandered on over and peered into the open doorway.
"Good morning! What are you guys up to?" Morgan asked casually.
"I'd imagine the same thing you are doing with Garcia," Rossi answer with a hint of sarcasm.
"Ah, right. You guys know that I can't just let this whole thing go…," Morgan trailed off.
"Of course we know. That's why we're here too. Since we're all here for the same reason why don't we meet in the conference room and hash out a plan. We can decide who is going to do what on their free time. That way we can cover more ground and narrow a suspect list," Hotch said.
"Good idea. I'll go get Garcia. Should we bring JJ and Prentiss in on this too?" Morgan asked.
"Speak of the devil," Rossi said looking out of Hotch's office window toward the elevator which had just opened to reveal the two women.
"Well it seems that great minds think alike. Morgan, go fill them in and have everyone meet in the conference room in ten minutes," Hotch directed.
"Hotch; are we going to let Strauss know that we are working on this?" Morgan asked.
"No, what we do in our off time is our business. As long as we focus on solving the cases given to us in the meanwhile I see no reason to bring her in on this. Anyways, I doubt that she thinks we're going to give up on looking for him. I figure our investigation is a given and as long as we aren't using company time we should be fine."
With that being said, Morgan left to go get the rest of the team. While they may be miles apart from Reid, it didn't mean that they had to stop searching for him.
It was growing dark outside when Reid finally heard the front door open and then Jackie stomping into the house. He listened as she went into the kitchen and fiddle around in the cabinets. He really hoped she would make her way upstairs soon as he hadn't gotten to use the bathroom since this morning, and really needed to go now!
Luck was on his side because soon after the noise in the kitchen dissipated he heard her footsteps on the stairs. Soon enough the door to the bedroom was being unlocked and Jackie was walking in with his dinner and a T.V. tray. She set up the T.V. tray with one hand and set the dinner down on it.
"I thought I would eat up here with you this evening. Sorry I've been gone for so long. It took longer than I thought it would to get the supplies and I ended up having to drive two towns over for what I needed. And, after church I got caught up with the pastor. I ended up having lunch with him. Oh, that reminds me, I have some good news and some bad news to share. It can wait till we eat dinner though. So, would you like to eat now or go to the bathroom?" Jackie asked.
"Bathroom," was the only thing Reid said in response.
Jackie nodded and set to work. Reid was so excited to relieve his bladder that he practically ran to the bathroom on his shaky legs. It seemed like he spent a lifetime in there taking care of his business, but in less than ten minutes he was knocking on the door signaling that he was done.
When Jackie opened the door to let him out he noticed the room looked a bit different. Scattered around the room was an eclectic array of candles letting off a warm glow. He also noticed that she had some soft music playing in the background. Spencer felt a bit confused as he allowed Jackie to escort him back to the bed.
"What's all this for?" he asked her with curiosity.
"Well, I figured that since we were going to have a nice dinner together I should set the mood," Jackie explained as she fastened him back in bed.
"Set the mood for what?"
"Come on now! When two people share an intimate dinner together there should be a pleasant vibe to the room."
"Oh…," was all Reid could say as he mulled over the implications of her words.
"So, let's get to eating. I thought we should start our first course with this delicious tortilla soup from a restaurant downtown. It is one of the best soups I have ever had," Jackie gushed.
Reid had to admit, it was a really good soup. He ate it voraciously, and was really sad when his bowl went dry. If all the courses were going to taste this good, he couldn't wait to eat the rest of the meal. Unfortunately, he had to listen to Jackie prattle on and on while he ate. All throughout the soup course she filled him in on the gossip she garnered from church that morning. In fact, it was the topic of church gossip that lead to Jackie revealing the good and bad news.
"Oh yeah! I wanted to tell you what Pastor Jim told me over lunch. He told me that the church is going to throw a bazaar next month and they want me to have a whole booth dedicated to my statues. It's such good news because I have been looking for a better way to get my name out there. Word of mouth hasn't really been helping me sell much, and money is getting a bit tight around here. The bad news is that I have to stop sculpting you for a while. I need to make some pieces that customers will expect. You know people like the kitschy stuff that they can stick in their garden; gnomes, old people with their bottoms in their air, bears on their hind legs with a paw extended. I hate having to bring down my level of work to fit the tastes of the public. But if you want to make money you have got to appeal to the clientele. Heck, maybe one day I can turn my studio into a shop and show off all my edgier pieces," she said with a twinkle in her eyes and seemingly all in one breath.
Reid just sat and listened but his ears perked up when he heard that she wasn't going to be working with him for a bit. He would finally get a break after four straight weeks of posing. This was the best news he had heard in a long time.
Jackie moved on to serving the second course which turned out to be a New York strip steak cooked medium with a side of rosemary roasted fingerling potatoes. Again, the food was delicious even if it was slightly cold from waiting inside the cloche for so long. The steak was pre-cut into bite sized pieces because Jackie would never be foolish enough to give him a knife. She continued to talk all throughout the meal undeterred by his silence. Reid had figured out a few weeks ago that if he kept quiet Jackie would entertain herself with a one sided conversation. He would throw in a few nods now and then when she actually posed a question, but tried to avoid engaging in anything meaningful.
It was during the main course that he started to feel an odd sensation building in his body. He didn't know how to describe it but he could feel his face becoming flush and a throbbing sensation in his nether regions. He decided to ignore it attributing it to the delicious food that was now occupying his body.
After he had scarfed down the steak Jackie brought out the dessert. It was a simple hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and sprinkles. Eating a sundae one handed is a bit more difficult than it sounds. He didn't realize how important that second appendage was in keeping the dish in place as you scooped out your delicious treat. Jackie had to lend a hand in steadying the dish while he enjoyed his meal's grand finale.
While he was getting at the last bit of ice cream out of the dish the strange feeling in his body became undeniable. He felt stiffening in his lower appendage that clearly had no business being there. There was absolutely nothing arousing about the dinner they just shared, at least not to him, and his member shouldn't be struggling to stand at attention.
"Um…Jackie, I don't feel really good right now. I think I had too much to eat. Do you think you could let me out to the bathroom again?" He asked with a hint of pleading in his voice. Reid's face was flushing a deep color of red as he began to suspect what might have been given to him via the supposedly impromptu meal.
"Are you feeling it?" Jackie asked. "I wasn't sure how soon it would begin to work since I laced the soup with it. See, I meant to tell you this while we were enjoying dinner but it didn't seem like the right time."
"Tell me what?"
"Well, I got to thinking about two weeks ago about the farm. I was thinking about how I didn't have anyone to pass it on to if something was to happen to me. I don't want it to be taken over by the bank and I don't want to just leave it to charity. So anyways, I was thinking I that what I needed was someone of blood to pass it on to…" Jackie trailed off hoping Reid would get the hint.
Reid sputtered out his next words, "You want to have a child?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he felt the need to clarify.
"In layman's terms, yes. You are the perfect candidate to help me with this endeavor too! You're intelligent, in good health, and really cute. Imagine the child that we could produce together. What with my artistic ability and your intelligence our child would be unstoppable," she gushed.
"I don't want a child. I'm not ready for one and I sure as hell don't want to bring one into the world with someone I don't love," Reid said vehemently.
This was not the right thing to say because Jackie started fuming at Reid's harsh words. "You don't love me? After all I've done for you? I have made you immortal! Your image will never be forgotten because it's set in beautiful pieces of art. I have taken care of you and managed your every need. Look, this isn't a choice. This is going to happen whether you want it to or not. Any child would be lucky to have me as a mother, but we will see if you're going to be around long enough to be its father," she practically yelled.
With her last words Jackie stood up and snatched the tray off of Reid's lap, throwing it down on the floor by the door. She walked up to the bed and started to unzip his pants.
"Please don't do this!" Reid pleaded as he struggled against her invasive hands. "I don't want this!"
"It doesn't matter. I am going to get what I want, with or without your consent."
She pulled his pants along with his boxers down to his ankles, unable to take them off fully due to the restraints. His manhood sprung up and was laying on his abdomen throbbing in unwanted anticipation from the Viagra she concealed in his soup. He tried to use his free hand to push her away as she pulled down his pants, but Jackie rectified the problem by quickly going to the head of the bed and restraining his protesting hand once again. Now he was completely exposed and had no power to stop what was going to happen next.
