Pain
He woke up back in the room he'd been imprisoned in. He didn't even remember how he got here but here he was tied to the metal slab again. The last thing he remembered was lying on the floor in that superstore in the fetal position from the pain of the stun belt and the ankle tag.
He remembered people rushing over to help him only for Elle to come over and convince them he was having an epileptic fit and she was his friend. Someone had asked if they should call an ambulance and she gave them a stony look answering all he needed was his medicine then gave him an injection and he'd passed out. Had they drugged him?
He looked down and noticed he was completely naked. Even the stun belt and ankle tag were gone. What were they planning on doing to him now? He'd already been raped twice; once by Elle and once by the man. Were they planning to make him the victim of multiple rapes? He didn't know how much more he could take. There was already so much he knew he wouldn't be able to bring up with his husband.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked over to them. They smiled when they saw he was awake and he glared at them. What did they want with him now? Hadn't they already done enough? He'd never let them see how dirty, violated, ashamed and even embarrassed he felt. He'd never let them break him.
"What have you got planned now?" he growled. "More humiliation, more pain..."
"Oh you'll have to wait and see," Elle smiled patting his neck tattoo causing him to wince again. It was still so god damn sore where that cursed tattoo had been placed against his will.
She then headed back down to his feet and brought out the tattoo gun again. He glared at it. Where was she going to tattoo now?
"Where are you going to tattoo now?" he sneered. "My penis?"
"Ah that's a good idea but I was only thinking your foot," she said yanking his foot out of the ties. When she did he attempted to kick her but she grabbed his foot and slammed it onto the metal table firmly with her right hand. When she let go to perform the tattoo he kicked again so she placed it down and brought out the piece of wood that looked like a paddle with holes in it.
"I didn't want to use this first but the circumstances ask for it. You know what this is?" she asked smiling at the piece of wood she held in her hands.
"A paddle," he answered rolling his eyes.
"A Spencer paddle to be exact," she smiled. "Thought it would be pretty ironic. What with your husband being called Spencer and all!"
He glared at her. Now she was trying to use his husband's name against him. Suddenly something crossed his mind. "How did you know Spencer and I were married?" he growled. "We haven't seen you in fifteen years."
"A little thing called research," she sneered smacking his feet with the paddle. He tried to hide the wince as it hit the soles of his feet. They were one of the most delicate areas on the body and that wood had been quite painful.
"Stalking, more like," he growled.
She raised an eyebrow and smacked the wood hard against his feet again while he bit back a whimper of pain. "You deserved it," she shouted smacking it again as hard as he could on his feet while he heard what he believed was a crack. God, they hurt!
She then placed down the paddle and picked up the tattoo gun. She then started tattooing on his ankle while he tried to hide the pain off his face. He closed his eyes wishing it was all over soon. The pain of his feet only combined with the pain his ankle was currently in as the needle drew onto the skin covering it.
His feet hurt too much to kick again and try to prevent her from completing the second tattoo. He tried to keep the tears out of his eyes that were welling up inside. He wouldn't let her see how violated he felt as she placed the second permanent tattoo onto his foot. He felt like a piece of meat being used for her pleasure. He wondered if he was even seen as a person anymore or just a canvas.
When she was finished she smiled, "Ah perfecto; a vulture in flight..." She then chuckled putting the tattoo gun down, "Too bad you can't escape too. There's only one way you'll escape me. I'll have you crying for me to kill you by the end of this. Shame no-one will be able to identify your body."
He just glared at her and she smiled back at him. She then lit the candle on the trolley and picked up the sewing needle she'd brought down. She then thrust the tip of the needle into the candle and smiled at him showing the needle.
"This is called Devil's fire. I found it on a BDSM site and thought it might be fun," she smiled at him slapping his abdomen then pricking him in various points over his abdomen and chest with the red hot needle. He tried to grin and bear it as they lightly burnt his skin while also pricking it. It was a painful, odd sensation but he wouldn't let her show how painful it was and desperately tried to stop his hands from waving the needle away.
Soon she placed it on the trolley and picked up the glove with spikes on the end of it. She put it on smiling at him. "This is called a bear's paw. It's meant to have spikes or dull hooks do it can't hurt the submissive too badly but I've made a few modifications. You like?" she asked.
He just glared at her and tried to shrink away when he got on top of her but he really didn't know how much of a fight he had left in him. She placed her hips over both of his and smiled at him after stripping down to her underwear. She then ran the glove over his chest while kissing the tattoo on his neck. He hissed as the spikes clawed at his skin tearing at it while she kept on kissing him and rubbing their torsos together.
She soon got off him but not without dragging the spikes down from his chest to his toes while he tried to prevent the hiss escaping his lips. She smiled when she saw the pain in his eyes though.
She then squeezed his cut cheek causing the wound to reopen while he winced and smiled at Arnold, "He's all yours."
Arnold smiled back at him and rolled him over onto his side while Aaron didn't even fight but tried to ignore the pain that was coming from all over especially his feet, his chest and his leg. They'd deliberately rolled him onto his painful side. Arnold then stripped and snuggled behind Aaron while he weakly tried to get away from him.
Arnold then grabbed Aaron's shoulder and begun kissing it while his other hand firmly groped the agent's bare buttocks. He then poked one finger into Aaron's rectum while he tried to close his eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. He opened his eyes in alarm and looked to the heavens as the second finger went in then the third, fourth and finally his whole fist. He tried hard not to cry out at the pain of the fingers having gone in in such quick succession.
He couldn't stop the tears from falling as Arnold thrusted his fist in and out repeatedly causing even more pain to be felt from that part of his body combining with the rest of the injuries he'd already received. He'd try and fight but he was nearing his limit and he just prayed that the team found him soon.
He tried his hardest to think about his husband and children but after this he had no idea if he could even face them. Could Spencer even love him now after all this? He was dirty and a mess; a broken mess. Could he ever be the Aaron Hotchner the man he loved loved ever again?
