You'd think my wrists would be thin enough to slip through the cuffs. Not true. I've tried. Countless times. I'm trying now. He's watching me. I finally decide to give up. He laughs. I close my eyes.
"I'll make you a deal," he offers, "I'll take those off for you. You can stay uncuffed, and you can have this," he shows me a bottle of water and a stack of wrapped sandwiches, "And I'll let you come with me..if Gregory will fight me...and win." The food reminds me of how hungry I am. I blink, thinking I may have misunderstood him.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I want Gregory to fight me." Gregory. Again.
"I don't know who Gregory is, Ray," I tell him. He shakes his head.
"Don't play dumb with me, Spencer. I know all about you, okay? And you ain't no dumb shit, either." I stare at him. He begins to pace, ticking things off on his fingers.
"Dr. Spencer Reid. You are currently employed by the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Graduated from Las Vegas Public High School at age 12. Your mother, Dia-"
"Okay!" I interrupt. I don't want him talking about her. I haven't thought about her yet. They haven't told her. They probably won't unless they have to. He flashes me his predatory grin and walks over to remove the cuffs. I flinch as his hands brush my skin.
"Get up," he commands when he's finished. It take several tries before I do. I lean against the wall for support. Suddenly, his fist shoots out and catches me in the stomach. As the air is knocked out of my lungs, I struggle to catch my breath and stay standing. As I'm recovering, he lands a punch to my jaw that nearly shatters it.
"Defend yourself!" Ray shouts, shoving me so hard my head hits the wall. My vision sways. He pulls me back up with enough force to break several bones in my arms. The weak fight I put up does nothing to protect me. I simply cover my face and pray it'll be over soon. It's not. Ray grabs me by the collar and throws me headlong into the workbench. My eyes franticly scan it for something, anything, to use against him, but the knife is missing, and there's nothing else here. I feel him grab at me again, and I latch onto the bench, hoping he won't be able to drag me away. He does anyway, easily, and drops me to the ground, kicking me with the sharp toes of his workboots. I find myself starting to float away. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. He pulls me up by my hair and smashes my face into the wall. I'm sure I'm bleeding somewhere, but suddenly it doesn't really matter...
"When I'm through with you, Tobias Hankel will seem like a fucking saint," Ray hisses, shoving me to the ground again. I come back. Something snaps. I'm done playing the victim.
*Told you I'm horrible at writing fight scenes...this one's only half over.*