WARNING: This chapter is full of graphic references of Bondage, non-consensual sex, child molestation and generally disturbing content, please, please, please use discretion while reading if you are underage. Really. I mean it. Seriously. The rating my go up from now on. Reader's discretion is advised.

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The house in Savannah was bigger than the one in North Carolina and it was warmer, burning in fact. Ben was having trouble getting used to the heat. Josh didn't seem to mind, or let it bother him. He ran his hand through Josh's hair as he slowly ate breakfast. Josh didn't look up. He only closed his eyes and went still. It seemed he was still under the impression that he was this "Spencer" person. He did everything he could to get him to believe just who he was an how much he meant to him and he tried to run away each time...he didn't think he could bare to lose Josh again so he kept him there by any means necessary. Josh's right arm was handcuffed to the leg of the dining room chair.

He'd gotten all of Josh's favorite food ready for their new house. However, he had to keep Josh weak so if he did run, he wouldn't get far. He kind of liked him this way. He wasn't as free spirited and he wouldn't wander off. He was so smart too. When he had to put him in the cellar for misbehaving, he could hear Josh muttering different statistics under his breath as he tried to stay warm. Did you know the one out of every eight rapists was sexually abused themselves? Ben was forced to keep the cellar as cold possible to keep Josh vulnerable. It got so bad, he had to chain him to the wall, he had to buy a dog collar and a chain. Now Josh knows better.

While he loved the old Josh, he liked this Josh much better. This Josh was quieter, nicer and smarter. This Josh couldn't hit it back or talk back. This Josh wouldn't wander off and Ben would make sure he never would. One thing he did miss though, is how much the old Josh liked bondage. All the leather and whips were really exciting. The old Josh was kind of...in this case "kind of" means "seriously"...a masochist. He liked to be slapped around or burned with a cigarette butt...whatever Ben had to dish out, Josh took and it always made for a night of wonderful love-making. But...this Josh was different.

This Josh screamed...and even cried. He remembered when he burned him with the cattle prod, he screamed and begged for him to stop. After a while though, Ben decided that he liked this new game Josh was playing. He had to admit the screaming did turn him on an awful lot. The pleas to stop got to him and made it even worse. The harder he fought, the farther Ben got. At first it was a real pain in the ass but then it got to be kind of fun. He did miss Josh's moaning though, it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"You know..." Ben tried breaking the silence. "...I don't have work for another hour or so..." Josh hadn't started eating again. "You better eat. This is probably all you're getting today." He caressed Josh's hair. He frowned. "You're hair's getting too long..." He said thoughtfully. After a pause, he smiled. "Wait here." He left the room to go retrieve a pair of scissors and a comb. He had to be careful, last time he had scissors around Josh, he had to get stitches. When he came back, Josh was still in the same catatonic state he'd left him in. He stood behind him and started combing Josh's hair. Josh finally moved again, shivering in spite of the general lack of air conditioning. Why did he flinch every time he touched him?

After combing out Josh's mess of hair, Ben began cutting it. Lock after brown lock began to fall to the floor until Josh's hair was cropped up to his ears with hardly any give in the back. After he was done, Ben ran a hand through his hair and inspected it with an air of triumph. He placed the scissors out of Josh's reach and wrapped his arms around him kissing his neck gently. He loved how Josh smelled. He had to bathe twice everyday, or the smell would go away. He let his hands wander over those skinny arms as his lips nibbled on the shell of Josh's ear. A small whimper slipped from Josh's throat. Ben smiled. He was giving in. He leaned in and licked the tear streaming down Josh's cheek.

"I love you." He whispered before kissing Josh deeply and aggressively. Just as he was getting into it, a sharp pain clamped down onto his tongue. He cried out and wrench himself away from him slapping him hard across the face. Josh stared up at him and spit the blood onto the floor. It was a challenge. Ben grinned and wiped his mouth. Suddenly the fear with back in Josh's eyes where it should be. He unlocked the handcuffs from the chair. Before Josh could even think of fighting back, he was already safely secured to the faucet of the sink. Face forward facing the window where a faint reflection could be seen. Ben used a damp wash rag to gag Josh and he grabbed a knife from the drawer. This is when it got good. He held the knife to his neck and pushed it against his lovely pale skin. He forced his head up, by his hair to look at their reflection in the window. By this time, Ben was so aroused he couldn't even begin to think about preparation or lube, besides Josh liked it rough. Using both hands to keep the knife and Josh's head in place, Ben fucked him right there against the counter. When Josh's legs gave out, Ben kept him up by just thrusting into him harder.

He unlocked the handcuffs when they finished. Josh was too weak to even stand and he hit the ground with a yelp of pain. Ben found himself hard again at the sight of blood and cum pouring out of his lover. But he knew Josh had to rest so he pulled him up and forced his mouth open and left him a good bye present that nearly chocked him. He clamped a hand over Josh's mouth and forced him to swallow. Now spent and sexually satisfied, Ben stood upright and pulled on his pants absorbing the sight of Josh with cum pouring out of both ends and a bit of it sprinkled on his face panting and laying there limp, bloody and at his mercy to fuck any time he liked. He checked the time and sighed glumly and put the knife back into the locked cabinet.

"Looks like I have to go work now." He said with a sigh. "You can clean yourself up right?" There was no answer and he took it as a "yes". "I'll see you later." He grabbed his keys and left the house. There were two exits out of the house. Josh bought locks that only locked on the outside for each door for when he wasn't home. He also locked all the knife cabinets, lest Josh try to escape or kill himself again. Since the house was old and a very bad part of town, there were already bars on the windows. So he trusted Josh would be there when he got back. He started his truck and drove off to work.

Left in silence, Spencer tried to stand. He placed his bound hands on the ground and rolled over onto his stomach. He pushed up...slowly. The combined plight of malnutrition, sleep deprivation and constant abuse weakened his body considerably. The way he saw it, he only had a 16% chance of actually getting to his feet and a 5% chance of making it out of the kitchen without his legs giving out again.

The minute he got his elbows straight, his arms buckled and he crashed to the floor. He tried again, crawling this time. He moved only a foot before his body cried out in protest and he fell. He gave it one more try to at least get to the chair to pull himself up but couldn't. He could feel the still warm seed of Ben Meyers trickling down his thighs and coating the inside of his throat. He could barely even wipe off his face. He tried to stand again, a tragedy's worth of anger and frustration filled his chest. He couldn't even get his arms to straighten this time. His face hit the floor. He tried again.

"Come on...stand up Reid." He whispered to himself. "Come...on..." He failed. "Get up..." He failed again. "Stand up!" His face crashed into the floor once more. "GET UP!" He shouted to his himself, but he was completely exhausted and his body fell to the floor for the last time. In a burst of adrenaline and pure anger he slammed his chained fists against the cabinet. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed. Whether it was to himself or his captor, he didn't know. "I HATE YOU!" The screaming gave way to helpless sobbing. He rolled over on his right side. He didn't even have the comfort of wrapping his arms around himself. He lay there on the linoleum floor longing for the life he had that seemed nothing more than a distant dream. His weakened body shook with each bitter sob. "Help me..." He whispered to someone...anyone who he wished could hear him JJ, Gideon, Rossi, Derek, Emily Hotch, Ethan...even God. "Someone please help me..."

The same night at about 10:00 pm

Sonya Casper, just got a job as a general custodian at the Savannah Marriott at the worst possible time. There was some religious conference going on, that centered on kids and everybody and their mother had come to this hotel. She couldn't stand the noise or the general disarray. She was trying to get clean so she could get her kids back, she couldn't do that if the chaos drove her insane at the end of every shift. That's why she changed her shift to nights. She let the owners and nurses of the Halfway House she resided in know and they approved it. Fortunately, it was working, she been sober and clean for almost two weeks now. Pretty good for a women who used to go so far as to drink NyQuil for a buzz.

Everything had seemed quiet for now, so she'd gone down to the first floor to sit down for a minute. But before she could, something small, brunette and Caucasian ran into the back of her legs. She fell ready to cuss the little asshole out when she realized the child was crying. Not just crying but wailing. She was bruised, her lips was split and bleeding and she had a rather deep cut on her left eye. Her brown and curly hair had been pulled. Sonya knew these signs. She had a cousin who was treated like this, she committed suicide when she was thirteen.

"Are...you okay?" She asked the crying little girl.

"I...I...I don't want him to touch me!" She cried latching onto a woman she didn't know. But she looked like her mommy, so she hoped the woman would help her...not take her back to that awful room with Mr. Albright and the camera. Sonya saw her children in this little girl and her motherly instincts that had been dampened by years of alcohol and drug abuse awakened. She held the little girl tightly.

"Shh...it's okay, it's okay." She cooed until the little girl was able to speak again.

"Doctor Reid...told...told me I should call 911." She said choking on her own stunted breath.

"Who's Dr. Reid, honey?" Sonya asked.

"I...I met him at a gas station. He said if Mr. Albright touched me again I...I..." She broke down again and Sonya decided to take action. She hefted the little girl up and carried her to the concierge desk. Where a rather bored, Sarah Winton sat. Once she saw Sonya with the child though, she sat up.

"What's wrong?" She caught a glimpse of the little girl's face. "Who did that to her?"

"Some man she calls...uh...Mr. Albright I think." Sonya explained hastily. "Look him up on your computer...and hand me the phone, we need to call the police." Sarah didn't even hesitate. She tossed her the phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" A serious though still somehow pleasant voice said on the other line.

"Yeah hi my name is...Sonya Casper. I've got a child here about six her name is..." She looked at the child. "What's your name sweetie?"

"Katie Stratford."

"Katie Stratford. I think one of the guests at our hotel has molested her or something, either way she's pretty beat up and very upset, with any luck, they don't know she's down here." For the first time ever, Sonya felt grounded enough to spit out every detail and take over a situation. Honestly, it felt great. For the first time, she felt good about being sober but she would save the celebration for later. "She says also mentioned a...Dr. Reid?" She looked at the teary little girl for confirmation but the child just took the phone rather explain it.

"My friend Dr. Spencer Reid told me to call the police." She said sniffling. "He said to make sure to call him that."

"Okay, honey, we'll get someone there immediately." The dispatcher said and Katie handed the phone to Sonya and told them the location. She hung up and turned to Sarah.

"We'll need to hide her." Sarah said quickly.

"What? Why?" Sonya asked.

"What if they come looking for her? We can't let them know where she is." Sarah said. She'd never seen something of this magnitude happen to a child.

"No need to hide her. I'll get her to the police station." She said quickly. The sound of feet thundering down the stairs was heard.

"You don't have a car!"

"That doesn't matter! I'll just take her and run."

"Katie!" A female but still somehow gruff voice shouted harshly from down the hall.

"Go!" Sarah hissed between clenched teeth. Sonya was out of the hotel lobby faster than a bolt of lightning carrying Katie with her. Sarah barely had enough time to get herself together before a dumpy woman of average height came thumping into the lobby.

"I'm looking for a missing child." She sounded more angry than concerned. "She's got brown hair, big blues eyes. You seen her?" Sarah shook her head but couldn't bring herself to speak. Thank God for Drama club. The woman groaned. "Well, if you see her please give her back to Room 516?" Sarah found the strength to eek out of few words.

"I didn't see her anywhere in the lobby." She had, perhaps a bit too loudly. "She must not've left the hotel. I'll alert the staff." She smiled so hard her jaw cracked. "She's probably hiding somewhere."

"She's a stubborn one that's for sure." The woman grumbled.

"What's your name ma'am?" Sarah asked.

"Lucy Albright. First Lady Lucy Albright."

"First lady?" Sarah asked pausing in her writing.

"I'm the wife of Pastor Albright." God, this woman was the most condescending bitch Sarah had ever seen. "What're you writing?"

"Your name. So I can alert the staff." Sarah was trying desperately to stall. "How old are you?"

"Now why the hell do you need to know that?" Mrs. Albright bleated. Sarah forced a smile once more, she wasn't even aware it faded until now.

"Procedure." She said lightly. Just as the word left her mouth, sirens came down the street. Normally that was common in Savannah but then the tell tale blue and red lights filled the windows. Mrs. Albright's eyes went wide and she cracked a punch across Sarah's face and she dashed off. A gaggle of well armed police burst through the doors. "She went that way!" Sarah pointed in the direction of the indoor pool.

"Where's the male suspect?" A police man Sgt. Matthew Epps asked.

"Room 516." Matthew and his crew wasted no time. What they didn't expect was to see a middle aged man, tall intimidating and holding a sawed off shot gun using a group of children as a shield.

Lucy and Jonathan Albright had come prepared.

At the sound of gunshots, Sarah leapt over the concierge desk and bolted before Lucy Albright could come find her. She ran to the police station as fast as her Sketcher's Shape Ups could carry her. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew the police were losing.

Upon arriving at the station, she saw Sonya waiting with Katie who was under the protective wing of the former alcoholic mother hen.

"What happened?"

By the time back up arrived, two children were dead, shot by the ricocheting bullets of Mr. Albright's shotgun the rest were gone. Two policemen were dead and the rest were critically injured. Lucy and Jonathan Albright were gone. Leaving only one message.

And the Lord called all the children unto him.

Ben had gotten in the habit of watching the 11 o'clock news with Josh in their bed since they moved to Savannah. Josh's right wrist was fastened to the bed post and they were both under the covers and watching Jody Chapin doing her thing. Josh was trembling again under the gentle touch on Ben's lips on his neck.

"Breaking News, tonight at the Savannah Marriott: Two local Policemen are shot dead after children were used as a human shield by the shooter. Dawn Baker has more on the story, Dawn?"

"How terrible..." Ben said shaking his head, the mood officially gone. "How could they do that to children?" Spencer bit the inside of his lip to keep from saying anything. He couldn't take much more damage.

"Jody I'm here at the Savannah Marriott were chaos has broken out the likes of the Dixie Crystals Factory Explosion." That explosion was the biggest tragedy Savannah had suffered in this decade. "Six policemen were gunned down by a high caliber shotgun by one Jonathan Albright." Suddenly, Spencer was engrossed in the news report. Albright...where had he heard that name...? "The rest are critically injured. Two were stabbed in the head by his female accomplice. All survivors are in critical or serious condition."

"And this all started with a maid finding one of the children?" Jody Chapin asked.

"Yes, Jody, Sonya Casper found Katie Stratford running down the hallway presumably away from Albright claiming the man touched her inappropriately." All at once it clicked in Reid's head.

Katie...

He wondered if, somehow, someone, God or some other divine power had heard him screaming for help.

Question to all my readers, should I increase the rating on this story? Or just warn accordingly? Either way thank you all for reading. I need lots of feedback on the chapter. I'm not good with the torture and such so I need pointers and constructive criticism, if you please. Read and Review. I love you readers.

Shalom

-East.