why hello chapter 10. very nice to meet you. my fingers are sore from typing you out, but here you are. and my poor tired fingers shall rest well tonight. anyways, this is probably the most gruesome chapter i have written yet for demonic whispers so plz take caution when reading. warnings warning warnings. um. bloodiness stuff. non con kinda stuff. angst kinda stuff. so read if u dare and enjoy haha
Prentiss was trying as hard as she could to come up with a game plan in her head. It would only work though if Chris took her back upstairs. She was confident that she could manipulate him easy enough. She could challenge him to a drinking game, and if she waited long enough, he would pass out. That would give her free range access to the rest of the house. All she had to do was avoid Harold and the other guy. Reid's life depended on it. The boy genius spent the rest of the time they had trying to convince her to change her mind, but she wasn't going to. The brothers were quiet for the most part, but Colin coughed twice in the short amount of time it took for Chris to get her drink. She hadn't been down there as long as the others, but she was sure that Colin had pneumonia. She had it before, and it wasn't exactly the best time of her life. The boy next to her was shaking, and he needed to get to the hospital. Prentiss got Reid's attention, and brought his attention over to Colin. She was sure that Reid got her message. She wasn't going to say anything more to worry the boys.
Chris returned about 5 minutes later with a second beer in his hands. He almost lost balance trying to get his heavyset frame down the stairs, but he saved himself from the nasty fall just in time. She was hoping that he would have broken his neck, but she wasn't that lucky. He held onto the rail the rest of the way down. Reid and Aedan stayed quiet when Chris got near them, but he didn't pay any attention to the guys. He hurried right over to Prentiss, and proudly presented her with the beer.
"I can't drink it with my hands back here," Prentiss said.
"Pretty sure Harold would kill me if I untied you," he said.
"Maybe we can just go upstairs?" Prentiss asked moving her legs around so he could see. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold down here."
"No," he said. He put his hand on her knee, but all Prentiss could see was Reid's big eyes staring at her. He was scared, but she was doing this for him.
"Yeah, this kid has been coughing since you left. We need to get out of here," Prentiss said. She could feel Colin staring at her, but she didn't look at him. Reid would explain to him later why she said that.
Chris smiled at her, but when he stood back up, he rudely kicked Colin in the side. Colin cried out, and Prentiss quickly moved her legs again to keep the attention on her. It worked. Chris bent over, and got Prentiss away from the pipe. He pulled her on her feet, and pulled her in front of him. She felt his erection against her back, and she had to bite her lip to keep quiet. He pushed her to get her moving, and Prentiss got to see Reid up close for the first time since he went missing. The welts on his stomach and chest didn't look as bad as last time, but he was close to tears. She tried smiling, but it wasn't working. She didn't like to see Reid chained to a wall wearing nothing but his boxers. He looked even skinnier than he really was with his arms stretched high over his head, and stained blood was highlighting his ribcage. Aedan didn't look any better. His dark hair was really was really working against him. It made him look like a ghost sitting next to Reid. The swelling from his black eye wasn't going down, and the bump on his forehead looked worse the closer she got to the teen. None of them gave details of what went down before she got there, but she was making very logical guesses. All 3 of them were beat with some kind of whip, but it looked like Aedan was the only one so far that had to suffer through a rape. That kid was never going to be the same again, but she was still worried about Reid. She just found him, and she was already leaving him again. She was going to do anything she could to get him out of there.
"I'll be back," she whispered.
Chris pushed her in the lower back, and guided her up the stairs. She wanted to turn around again to check on the boys, but Chris had a firm grip on her handcuffs. He opened the door and pushed her into the hallway. For the first time, she was finally getting a good look around. The house looked like something out of a fairy tale. The Christmas tree was full of decorations gathered through the years, and several antique dolls were gathered around an old rocking horse. The curtains were closed so she couldn't see into the front yard, but the day was overcast. She could tell that much. The carpet was white, but that was fading fast with spots of beer and food from the men. Cartoons were playing on the television which seemed odd so she drew her attention to the show and saw a little boy sitting in front of it. She could only see the back of him, but his dirty blonde hair looked a lot like Susan's did. This was her missing son. He looked clean enough, and she couldn't see any blood or bruises. He was wearing a sweater, but he looked content sitting in front of the TV with a Chihuahua sitting next to him. The black dog was wearing a pink sweater, and she was the only one that noticed Prentiss. The dog turned around and looked Prentiss in the eye, but she didn't bark. Andy was too involved in the show to look at her. Prentiss wanted to call out to him, but Chris forced her in a room only a few feet from the basement. He pushed her on the floor, and slammed the door behind him.
She landed on her knees, and it hurt like hell. She turned around as fast as she could, and saw Chris finish the beer he was drinking. He threw it on the floor next to her, and she closed her eyes as the glass broke. She took a deep breath, and tried to regain her composure.
"What about that beer?" she asked.
"Beer later," he said lifting his shirt over his head. His stomach rolled over the top of his jeans, and Prentiss heard herself gagging. She didn't think she had seen skin more greasy than his in her entire life.
"I like my alcohol," she said nervously.
"And I like my women," he said smiling.
She backed herself against the wall, and Chris walked right over. He picked her up by her hair, and pulled her to her feet. His chubby hand found one of her breasts, and she tried leaning back so she wouldn't have to smell his breath. This wasn't exactly going the way she planned. She could kick him, but what good would that do? Her hands were still behind her back, and it was going to be hard enough trying to get out of that room with him not chasing her.
"Wonder what you look like under these clothes," Chris said.
He held her tight with one arm, and started unbuttoning her shirt with the other. Each button becoming undone took her breath away.
"I'd like to see what you look like first," she said quickly. She needed to think of way to get him off her. He was a larger man. She didn't want to imagine him on top of her. He was going to end up crushing her.
"But you're so pretty," Chris said.
The last button on her shirt was undone, and he pulled it away from her body. Both of his hands went on her breasts and his fingers were creeping into her bra. She didn't see much of a choice. She wasn't going to let herself get raped. She was going to wait until he got his pants off, and then she was going to kick him as hard as she could where it hurt. It might keep him down long enough to get her to a phone. He was rubbing his body against her, and one of his hands went down to her pants. He was unbuckling her pants when the door was blown open. Chris took his hands off her, but he didn't have any time to react. Another man, Prentiss guessed it was Jack, punched Chris in the face. Chris cried out in pain, and fell on his knees.
"Who is that? Who were you touching? Is that Prentiss? Isn't she the one I chose?" Jack yelled out.
"I thought we was all like sharing," Chris mumbled.
"Sharing? Is that what your fat ass said? Sharing? You chose the brothers. They are yours, and the one you were just touching is mine. Understood?"
"Yeah, fine, sure," Chris said.
Jack kicked him in the back, and pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans. He aimed it at Chris' head, and Prentiss could barely believe what she was seeing.
"Understood?" Jack asked again.
Chris stopped rolling around on the floor when he felt the gun pointed at him.
"Yes," he said.
"Good, now if you would be so kind, button her shirt back up."
Chris stood back up, but he didn't argue. Jack still had the gun out, and so Chris turned back to Prentiss. He had a little bit of trouble getting her shirt back on properly, but he did. He even resisted the urge to touch her again. For that, Prentiss was grateful. Chris sat down on his bed when he finished, and Jack took Prentiss by the elbow.
"If that ever happens again, I will kill you. I mean it. I'd watch my step if I were you," Jack warned.
Jack kept a firm grip on Prentiss' elbow, and he got her out of that room. Prentiss never wanted to go there again. The little boy wasn't in front of the television anymore, but she could hear him laughing from upstairs.
"Thank you," Prentiss said.
"For what? Saving you? Is that what you think I did?"
Jack laughed loudly, and pulled the gun back out. Prentiss finally got a good look at, and saw the gun once belonged to the boy genius. This jerk had his gun. She wondered for a second where her own gun was it, but that moment was gone when an older woman walked out from the kitchen area. She was rubbing her hands off with an apron she was wearing, but her hands were also in handcuffs. Prentiss was trying to figure out who she was when Jack raised his gun and fired at the older woman. The bullet went into her forehead, and she was dead before she hit the ground. Prentiss screamed.
"Guess I just saved her too right?"
The dead woman fell only a few feet from Prentiss. A small hole in her head marked where the bullet went through, and there was a thin line of blood crossing over her face. She died with her eyes open, and Prentiss could only think this woman was someone's grandmother. Her only comfort was that she died without any pain.
"Upstairs Emily Prentiss," Jack commanded.
Prentiss felt the gun on her back as she walked up the stairs. Her heart was pounding in her chest as he pushed her through the hallway. When they got to the last room, Jack opened the door from behind her and they both went inside. It was a pleasant room, but Prentiss couldn't get the gruesome image that she just saw out of her head.
"What do you want?" she asked as soon as he shut the door. "I won't try to flatter you or trick you or anything. Just tell me what I can do that will let the boys in the basement go."
"What do I want?" Jack asked circling around her. "I don't know. You tell me. You're the profiler, aren't you? What do I want?"
"They are just kids," Prentiss said. There had to be some way to reason with this guy. "Not one of them have even seen the age of 30 yet. I'm sure there's a way to let even just one of them go."
"They aren't my problems," Jack said. "Not the sick blonde or the ghost boy or even your agent friend that is probably getting ready to get raped again."
Prentiss took a deep breath. "What do you want?"
Jack walked up to her, and put his hands on the sides of her forehead. He was pressing hard enough to give her a slight headache.
"I could twist your neck right now. Do you know that?" he whispered. "Break your neck, take your head off, and probably mail it to Agent Hotchner? Do you think he would like that? Everyone likes getting packages in the mail. I'd have to clean the blood off it a little, but what a surprise that would be!"
Prentiss could barely breathe. She knew he could easily do what he was threatening, and she was scared out of her mind. There would be no way to get to Reid's gun in time to save her life, and her screams would go unheard in that house. If he was going to kill her though, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her fear. She stared him right in the eyes, but he released her. His hands dropped to his sides, and he sat on his bed in a fit of laughter. Prentiss released the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Police thinks I only killed 6 women right?" Jack asked.
Prentiss suddenly wanted to be back with Chris. At least with Chris, she knew exactly what she was dealing with and she knew she could get away from him somehow. She didn't feel that way with Jack. If he wanted to kill her, he would do so with a smile on his face.
J.J. couldn't remember a last time that she had seen Hotch so stressed out unless she thought back when Reid and Morgan were abducted together. She avoided talking about it at all costs, but there wasn't a day that it wasn't in her mind. She would never forget finding Reid in that man's hidden rooms, and how scared she was that she lost one of her best friends. She was in therapy for a little while after that, and all of them kept assuring her that Harold was gone forever. He couldn't hurt anyone ever again. Oh, how wrong they were.
Hotch and Rossi drove back to the station with McCormick. J.J. stayed there with Wilson and the rest of the officers who were taking photographs of the sad scene they found. She didn't really want to stay there. There was absolutely nothing else she could do there, but that's where Morgan was going. One of the fugitives was at this house, and there had to be some connection to that house that prompted him to leave the missing child there. J.J. didn't know how that information would lead them any closer to Reid or Prentiss, but it was a way to get inside that guy's head. Garcia was told to watch some interviews with Jack Watkiss in prison to see if he said anything about secret hideaways or places he went when he wanted to get away, and J.J. was sure Garcia was going to be having nightmares all night. She only watched a few minutes of one interview, and then she was on the phone with Rossi. J.J. didn't hear what she was saying, but she sounded close to tears. Hotch wanted to send Garcia back home, but she wasn't leaving. She was still part of the team, and she was going to do what she could to help. J.J. admired that, but she wanted to be doing more to help too. She would rather be going door to door looking for her lost friends than sitting in a creepy house waiting for someone to tell her what to do.
Morgan got to the house faster than she thought he would. He parked out front, and ran inside without pausing to open the door. He looked like he was ready to start fighting anyone that walked towards him. He personally lived through Harold's dark chambers. Everyone on the team met Harold and talked with the creep, but Morgan was the only that actually knew him. He still bore the scars that Harold left him, and he knew what Harold was capable of. J.J. got off the step she was sitting on, and wrapped her arms around Morgan in a hug. He held onto her tightly, and just for a few seconds, J.J. forgot what they were doing there. She was safe. Reid and Prentiss were safe, and they were all together again. When the hug was finally broken, J.J. was harshly thrown back into the real world and was facing the truth that both brothers might already be dead and Reid was suffering from the sexual assault that Harold was known for.
"So what have we got?" Morgan asked walking up the stairs. J.J. followed him with her phone in her hand. She was still praying that someone would call her with good news.
"Hotch and Rossi are reviewing the footage of Prentiss getting abducted, and Garcia is watching the most recent interviews of Jack Watkiss from prison."
"He's the one that took Prentiss?" Morgan asked.
Morgan found his way into the bedroom with the little girl still resting peacefully where she was found. The photographers were finally done. They were just waiting for the coroner to take the child away, but J.J. made sure they waited for Morgan to get a look at the scene.
"He was covering up his face with sunglasses and a hat, but we are positive it was him. He put some kind of needle in her neck, and she was gone in just a few minutes. It was busy outside, but not one person noticed her," J.J. said.
"So do you think he dropped this kid off before or after he abducted Prenitss?"
"If it was after, he had Andrea in the car with him when he got to the coffee shop," J.J. said. "But this house might be on the route back to wherever he is taking her."
"So this friendly neighborhood Spiderman likes to look out for victims of other crimes? How did he find her? I know you guys don't think he killed her, but was he really just hanging around trashcans looking for lost children?"
"Watkiss has a graduate degree," J.J. said thinking back. "He was actually going back to school to get his doctorate when he was finally arrested."
"Degree in what?"
"Chemical engineering. I'm not sure what his dream job was, but he was one of the top students in his graduate class."
"Did he have any job besides murdering women?"
"Garcia was looking into that, and he had a few part time jobs, but nothing in regards to his degree."
Morgan sat down in a chair near the window, but his eyes never left the child.
"She was strangled to death," Morgan said quietly. "Do you think Harold would do a trade? Me for one of the brothers?"
"Morgan…"
"I know he wouldn't trade Reid. He wouldn't even think about letting Reid go, but he doesn't have anything against the brothers. Right? Right?"
J.J. knew how much Morgan liked teenagers, and that he often went out of his way to help those kids in need whenever he could, but Harold wasn't going to let these boys go.
"We don't think Harold was even responsible for taking the brothers," J.J. said. "We think Jack took Prentiss, and Chris was the one who took the boys. The only one Harold wanted was Reid."
"Then who killed this little girl?"
Morgan's eyes finally left the child, and looked up at J.J. He was a wreck. He was hiding it well enough, but J.J. knew him too well. If Morgan was going to be the one who found out where that monster was hiding, Harold would be dead within a minute. J.J. knew that much.
"There's another team here looking into it," J.J. said.
"So all we really have so far is that Harold ran away with two other fugitives, they abducted four people, and they are most likely staying in a larger house owned by an older couple. We need to start narrowing down neighborhoods that are known for Victorian houses. I can see Harold liking those, and it needs to be a larger house. Probably like 3 or 4 bedrooms. A big basement or a big attic, maybe both…garage to hide the stolen car."
"I wonder how many neighborhoods are like that," J.J. said.
"So he found this little girl, dropped her off here, abducted Prentiss, took the photo, and led you guys to this random ass house while he took Prentiss to where he lives now? You said he was raised by his grandmother?"
J.J. stepped closer to where Morgan was sitting. The view outside was beautiful, and she was sure this house could have been a perfect place to live if it was ever given the chance. She couldn't see any neighboring houses though from where she stood. The houses around that area were spaced further apart than most city people were used to. If Jack did hide out here, he really was alone. J.J. wouldn't be surprised if Jack's first kill was committed here.
"Her house isn't far from here," J.J. said. "He could have ridden his bike here after school or something. We haven't figured out his connection to the house, but we are sure he has one."
Morgan put his face in his hands as he was trying to process all the information given to him with such short notice. Only a few hours ago he was just relaxing with the television on loud and his phone on silent. His entire life changed in just an instant, but he wasn't complaining. He stood up, and put his hands behind his head.
"Okay. The sheriff needs to give us a list of the wealthiest neighborhoods within an hour's drive from the station, and we need to see if Garcia can come up with the make and model of the car that Jack guy was driving. We don't have a license plate, but we might be able to find out if that kind of car is owned by any older people in that area. You said that one of the brothers owned a car too? Do we know what kind it was?"
"Blue Volkswagen Jetta," J.J. said. "There hasn't been any sightings of it though."
"They probably won't be stupid enough to be driving it around, but all the officers need to keep a lookout for it just in case."
"We put photos of Chris and Jack on the news so the people can be on lookout too. They can't hide forever," J.J. said. "I'll drive you to the station so you can meet Wilson and McCormick, but you should give Garcia a call now. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to be doing pretty much anything other than watch more interviews with Jack Watkiss. That guy is giving us all the creeps."
Morgan led the way out to the car, and J.J. got in the driver's seat. Morgan was already on the phone, and J.J. could just hear the relief in Garcia's voice. Even after the conversation was put on speaker phone, J.J. couldn't concentrate. She was keeping her eyes on the road while her mind kept wondering where Reid and Prentiss were. She couldn't really say that she was happy that Prentiss was abducted, but at least Reid wasn't alone anymore. Even after the months and months of therapy he went through, Reid couldn't stand to be alone for long periods of time. J.J. couldn't blame him. He had been alone with Harold for way too long.
After a well-deserved rest, Harold made his way back downstairs. He wasn't really hungry, but he thought that a little bit of food might give him enough energy to entertain his guests. He thought eggs would be a good idea, but those took a while to make so he was just going to have to get by with a few pieces of toast. He would have a big lunch after he spent the much deserved time with Reid. If all went well, Harold probably wouldn't even mind giving Reid and his buddies a little bit of water. He knew that the more water he gave to the young doctor, the longer he would be able to keep him, but when Harold got downstairs, his plan changed. He found the old woman dead in the kitchen entryway. Who would have killed her? It was obviously one of the men that Harold brought with him, but why would they kill Maggie? Harold wasn't exactly fond of the woman, but she knew how to cook and he enjoyed her company.
The blood he saw on her was still wet so she couldn't have been killed that long ago. It was odd that he didn't hear the gun go off, but what's done was done. He was going to let this one pass just because Maggie was getting up there in age, and she probably did something to anger his companions, but Harold was still going to need to eat later. He never cooked a day in his entire life, and he wasn't planning to any time soon. Harold was either going to have to find another woman or hope one of the men could. If they couldn't, it was going to be up to them to find a cook that day. He wasn't going to miss his meals because some dim wit didn't think something through. He took the tablecloth off the breakfast table, and draped it over Maggie's face. He wasn't doing that out of respect or love for the woman. He was just afraid that if he didn't put something over the blood, it would continue to ruin the wooden floor in the kitchen. He wasn't about to let that happen.
When Harold first opened the basement door, he sensed something was different. He just couldn't put his finger on it. The lights were left on which seemed like a terrible waste of electricity, but that wasn't the problem. His guests stayed quiet as he made his way down the stairs. All three of them were wide awake, but none of them looked excited to see Harold that afternoon. Maybe he was wrong to offer them water so early. They all looked ready to fight if they needed to. Colin looked lonely with the far wall all to himself, but his cold was fairing worse than before. He was shivering, and while his nose looked like it had finally stopped dripping, the sneeze was replaced with a cough. The fool should have known better enough to take care of that cold before it developed into something else. Reid had Aedan both looked well enough. The bump on Aedan's head didn't look like it was going down, but he still had the look in his eyes of some violent feral dog. Reid was breathing through his mouth, and he almost seemed to jump every time Harold took a step towards him, and that's when it hit him. He knew what was wrong. Harold stormed past Reid and Aedan over to where the radio was. It was lying on its side, and even though it was still plugged in, it wasn't playing.
Harold wasn't a mechanic, and he was pretty sure he never fixed a single thing since he was born, but there had to be a way to save the radio. Maggie didn't have another one to his knowledge, and he didn't really have the time to send one of the guys to the store. He put the radio upright again, and that's when he saw a tiny piece of the machine near the bucket of water he left down there. He picked up the piece, but he couldn't imagine where it came from or how to put it back. Defeated, he put the broken piece on the radio and turned to his guests.
"Who broke it?" he asked them.
The boys shifted, but none of them spoke up. Harold was sure one of them knew. They were all sitting down here when the beautiful music suddenly stopped. Why couldn't they tell him?
"Who was it?" Harold asked. He stood up, and went back over to Reid and Aedan. The young doctor avoided his gaze, and Aedan was trying to scoot even further back into the wall.
"Who broke my radio?" Harold shouted.
He kicked Reid in the side, and bent down closer to both of their faces. Harold got a good grip on Aedan's hands, found the kid's ring finger, and snapped it back. He heard the tiny bones rip apart in the boy's finger, and the kid screamed. He screamed and screamed, and didn't notice at all when Harold delivered another harsh kick to Reid's bruised stomach.
"Christopher!" Harold yelled out. "Christopher, I require your assistance!"
He was sick and tired of being treated like dirt in his own home. When a guest broke something, they needed to at least tell him so he could look into it getting replaced. Pretending it never happened or flat out refusing to tell Harold who broke it just made him angry. Somebody was going to have to pay for it. Chris stumbled down the stairs about a minute or so after Harold called for him. That man really was a piece of work, and if Harold didn't need his help, he would have kicked out that fat slob long ago. He was drunk more often than he was not, and even when he had full access to soap and showers, he preferred to stay dirty. It was despicable.
"Whatcha need?" Chis asked when he finally got to the last step.
"It seems like someone broke my radio," Harold said as calmly as he could.
Christopher looked at the radio, but seemed uninterested. Of course he would be uninterested because it wasn't his property, but Harold was hoping he would be a little bit angrier than he was at this new information.
"I'm going to need your help with our guests," Harold said.
The boys chained to the wall all tensed up when hearing this. Harold already made up his mind that he wasn't going to entertain Colin until the young man was feeling better. Harold didn't want to catch something and be in bed all week. That would be terribly depressing, and even though Harold was going to have help from Christopher, he still didn't trust Aedan. The teenager still seemed violent. His dreamy eyes and perfect features weren't worth the risk of getting injured so that left Harold with Reid.
"Would you be so kind as to relocate Agent Spencer Reid to the table please?" Harold asked.
Christopher huffed in some kind of agreement, and wobbled over to Reid. He got a hold of the agent's handcuffs, released him from the wall, and dragged his beautiful friend over to the table. Reid struggled. He was kicking his legs out, twisting his body, and he even managed to lift his body off the ground a few times, but Christopher got him to the table with no trouble. Without waiting to find out what position Harold wanted Reid in, Christopher forced Reid onto his stomach. Reid cried out in pain when his healing lash marks were torn open from the uneven scrapings on the old table. His arms were stretched high above his head, and attached the chain already on the table. The young doctor wasn't going anywhere.
"Please," Reid said licking his lips nervously. Harold loved seeing him do that again. "I didn't break your radio. It fell over on its own."
"Unless we are living in the castle from Beauty and the Beast, objects are incapable of moving on their own. I thought you of all people would know that."
Harold found a small box of tools next to the table, and bent over to find one to his liking. There wasn't much in the little box, but almost everything he found would be able to make Reid scream again. He almost didn't notice what Christopher was doing to Reid on the table, and it probably would have gotten much further than it did if Reid didn't start struggling against the unwanted touches. Christopher was running both of his hands down the agent's slender back. When they reached the top of the boxers, one of his hands ran over the thin fabric and squeezed the agent's rear end while the other hand was slowly going into the boxers. Harold stood up at the speed of lightning, and slapped Christopher across the cheek.
"Don't you dare," Harold growled.
"I just thought…"
"You didn't think!" Harold shouted. "You don't think much, do you?"
"I'm sorry," Christopher said bowing his head in shame. "It won't happen again."
"Colin and Aedan are the guests that you chose to come visit our home, and I'm sure they are thoroughly disappointed at how little attention you have given them thus far. Wouldn't you agree that some quality time with them after I finish here is well deserved?"
"Guess so," Christopher said looking at the boys cowering against the walls. Why were they afraid? Harold admitted that Christopher was overweight, but that shouldn't be worth the reaction he was getting from them.
"Please Harold," Reid said lifting his head off the table. "Please don't do this. I don't know what you have planned, but please don't." His body was trembling, and he was shifting his body around the table, but he couldn't move much more than that.
Harold didn't want to hurt the boy genius. He truly didn't, but he had to be taught a lesson. Even if Reid didn't break the stereo himself, he knew who did. Hiding the truth from Harold wasn't going to get him anywhere. Harold returned to the tool chest, and pulled out a rusty set of pliers. They were never his favorite, but they were going to have to do. Christopher backed up near the older of the two brothers while Harold stretched his arm up and down the boy's back. The scars from their last meeting were faint, but they were still there. They were always going to be there.
"Harold please," Reid tried again. He turned his head to the side so he could get a better view of what Harold was doing, but he wasn't doing anything yet.
His hands found the top of the blue boxers, but he resisted the urge to pull them down. It wasn't time for that yet. He had all the time in the world for that later, but not yet. Just for fun though, he let his hands wander down the boxers and in between the agent's legs. He found what he was looking for and gave it a little squeeze while Reid pathetically tried scooting up the table to get away from him. He laughed and took his hand away. He smacked the agent's rear end as he went to the other end of the table.
"It isn't time for that yet, but I'm happy to see that you are as eager as me," Harold said.
"Why are you doing this?" Colin whined.
"When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it!" Harold snapped back. He grabbed a handful of Reid's silky hair and slammed his head into the table. Reid didn't even scream. He muffled some sort of cry into the table, but when moved his head back to the side, Harold didn't see a single tear. Reid was tougher than he used to be.
Harold put the pliers in his right hand, and slid the weapon up Reid's arm so he could feel its cold metal against his skin. Harold never used one of those before so this was going to be a fun and exciting experience for the both of them.
"I trust you remember the effects of lemon juice on open wounds from your last visit?" Harold asked. Harold found the genius' long fingers, and traced them with his own up to the nail.
"Please…" Reid tried his best to make eye contact with Harold, but his restraints weren't letting him. Harold loved the boy's puppy dog eyes, but not now. He didn't need any distractions.
"What about fingernails?" Harold asked him. He ran his index finger over the soft nail of the agent's thumb. "I mean, how often do we really use them? I'm confident that we would be able to survive just fine without them. What's your opinion?"
Reid curled his fingers against his hand, but Harold was done playing games. He pulled the fingers back where they were, arranged the pliers against Reid's thumb, and with great effort, pulled the nail right from its bed. Reid's head arched back in pain, and he let out the first real scream Harold had heard since Reid arrived. He quickly moved to the index finger, and repeating the same process, the nail was forced away from the finger. Blood was coming out from behind the nail, and was running down the agent's fingers and onto his hands, but Harold wasn't done. He put the pliers on the middle finger, but he had to bite his lip when that nail was torn away from Reid's body. Blood was squirting out, and Reid's voice was going out from screaming.
"That's gross dude," Christopher said, but Harold ignored him. This wasn't any of his business.
The pliers moved to the ring finger, and while Reid's body was shaking from the pain alone, he couldn't scream any longer. That nail came off easy enough, but the nail from his pinky finger broke a little as it was forced away from the nail bed. It looked painful, and Harold was hoping that the young agent finally learned his lesson. Harold wouldn't mind moving onto the other hand, but his shoes were already getting dirty from stepping on the discarded nails. Somebody was going to have to clean that mess up, and it wasn't going to be him. Reid was panting on the table, but he did attempt another struggle when Harold moved over to his right hand.
"How did that feel agent?" Harold asked with a gentle smile on his face.
Reid didn't answer. He looked like he was concentrating on breathing, and he did look a little more relaxed when Harold put the pliers back in their box. He made sure that Reid could see his blood all over the handy tool. Tears were running from his big eyes, and the once noisy brothers were silent. They were probably afraid their turn was next. It wasn't of course unless Christopher wanted to attempt it. It was harder than it looked, but it was worth it.
"Agent Reid," Harold asked again. "How did it feel? Was that worse than the lemon juice?"
"Please stop this Harold," Reid begged. "Please. You're the only one that can." His voice cracked with every other word, but he deserved it. He had to listen to Harold from now on.
"I'll see you in about an hour or so," Harold said. If he stayed down there any longer, he would end on top of the agent, but he didn't want that just yet. Soon. He had to keep telling himself that soon the agent would be his again. Spencer Reid would be his body and soul.
He put his hands in his pockets to conceal the excitement in his pants, and he counted the steps back up the stairs. He was going to have to find another radio. He could barely stand the silence, and he was sure the guests would be happier if they had something pleasant to listen to. If he couldn't find another radio in this dead woman's house, he was going to have to send Jack out to purchase one. He didn't know about the prices, but they were probably inexpensive. It would be worth any price to keep Reid and the other guests happy in his home.
Christopher was sick to hell of everyone thinking he was some stupid oaf. He wasn't. He went to school longer than his sister did, and he used to watch Jeopardy every night until his wife pissed him off and the life he once knew when down the drain. It didn't matter no more. This was his new life, and he was going to get used to it. He was sure that he could do whatever he damn well wanted with the pretty boy agent now that Harold was gone, but he didn't think he could close to the kid without puking up his breakfast. He never thought about how fingers looked without their nails, and it was probably the grossest thing he ever saw. That wasn't going to stop him from having his own fun though. He stepped out of his slippers, dropped down his pants, and since he was closer to the blonde kid, that one was his prize. He unhooked Colin from the wall, and dragged the boy to the center of the room. He would have preferred the table so he wouldn't have to bend over, but seeing as it was taken, the floor would have to do.
"Get off of me!" Colin yelled out. "Stop…" His threat was drown out when he started coughing. Chris was sure he wasn't contagious though. His brother and the agent weren't getting sick none so he was safe.
He forced the boy on his stomach, spread his legs as far apart as he could, and released himself from his boxers. The kid started bucking when he felt Chris at his entrance, and his little brother was joining in with pleas for him to stop, but they went on unnoticed. Chris pushed his way into the kid's body, and Colin screamed out as loud as he could. He was trying as hard as he could to get away and his brother was pulling at his chains, but Chris ignored both of them and went on with his pushing. He didn't do this since his arrest, and almost forgot how good it felt. He could probably keep doing this forever. The tightness around his member made him want to push harder and harder, and he knew at that rate, he wasn't going to last long. When he felt himself coming, he got a hold on Colin's shoulders which helped push him to the deepest part within the boy as physically possible. His release took his breath away, and he fell on top of Colin.
The little brother was sobbing, and Agent Reid was fading in and out of consciousness. Chris pulled himself out of Colin, and went over to look at the agent. He was beautiful. It wasn't hard to see why Harold chose him with his soft hair and creamy colored skin. Chris just wondered how it would feel to be in that boy's mouth, just for a minute. He turned around to make sure Harold wasn't coming, but the coast was clear. It was easy to get the young agent to open his mouth, and when he thought it was open wide enough; he kept one hand on the back of the agent and the other on his member. He guided himself in, and Reid's eyes shot wide open when he realized what was happening. He tried to keep the boy steady, but it was hard when he was moving every which way. He pushed himself in deeper to gag the boy. That would make him stay still, and Chris laughed when he heard the kid cough.
He was actually thinking that he would love another go. Reid's mouth was warm, and he wouldn't mind seeing what the kid looked like without the boxers. He was reaching one of his hands down when somebody knocked him off his feet. He fell to the floor, and landed with a loud thump on his knees. Colin was behind him, breathing deeply, but the blondie knew what he was doing. That ass was still trying to protect the agent. Reid started coughing the second Chris was out of his mouth, and the boy's eyes rolled back into his head by the time Chris was on his feet. The pretty boy federal agent had fainted. Idiot, but he was pissed at the blonde kid. What the hell was Colin thinking? Chris was having such a wonderful time. He kicked the boy in the face, and watched him fall on his side. He could beat up Colin all he wanted, but that wasn't going to really hurt him. There was really only one thing that would actually hurt him.
Chris pulled up his boxers and jeans, got back into his sandals, and found his trusty dagger where he left it on the staircase. He pulled it out in front of him, and hurried over to the younger brother. The kid didn't even see what was coming. Aedan was so concerned about what was happening with the agent and his brother that he didn't see Chris until Chris was on his knees in front of him. He smiled and raised the dagger in front of Aedan's neck.
"Nightie night nephew of the cop," Chris said.
He moved the dagger forward, but Colin, once again, pushed him on the floor. The dagger didn't even touch Aedan. Chris had enough of this bullshit. He kicked Colin again in the cheek, forced the kid onto his back, and slid the dagger across his throat. He made sure the blade got deep in his neck, and blood seeped out along the edges of the knife. Colin gasped for his last breath, and his eyes opened wide. Chris ran the blade back and forth, and then finally took it away from the boy's bleeding throat. Colin's head fell to one side when it lost its support from Chris' hand, and his body stopped moving other than an involuntary jerk from one of his legs. Colin was dead. Blood was pooling around his head and neck, and Chris stood up so he wouldn't get any more of it on his pants or slippers. He wanted to keep them clean. Aedan screamed.
"Brother died for you," Chris commented. "Honorable I would say."
He nudged Colin's body closer to his brother. He wasn't doing it to be nice or nothing. He just kinda wanted it away from him. Colin's face was looking in Aedan's direction, and the teenager was staring up at Chris with his big eyes. If Chris didn't know better, he'd swear he was looking at a ghost. The kid's hair looked too dark for his pale skin.
"Don't think you'd mind much spending one more night with him, right? Dead bodies freak me out, but I ain't never had to sleep next to my dead brother. Then again, I don't have a brother! But I can tell ya, once the coroner takes his body away, you're never goin see him again."
Aedan moved his eyes back towards his big brother, and stretched out his legs to touch his brother's shoulder. Colin didn't move. Chris knew the boy was dead. He knew there were some stages of denial or something when people first died, but there was blood all over the floor. There was no denying this kid was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
"Colin?" Aedan whispered. "Colin, please. You can't leave me here. Please."
Christopher laughed, and kicked Colin in the head. The head fell forward a little, but the body wasn't moving. Tears were falling down Aedan's face, and the kid was refusing to look Chris in the eye so he kicked Colin again. Little Aedan was having to learn that life was hard.
"Look how dead he is!" Chris laughed.
"Colin," Aedan whispered.
"Look, kid, he's dead. He ain't never coming back, and when I dump his body somewhere, you ain't never seeing him again. Got it?" Chris asked.
Aedan took a deep breath, but Chris saw what was coming and took a step back just as Aedan lunged at him. He couldn't get there far, but man, if he was out of those chains, he could probably kick some serious ass. He was pulling with all of his strength, and for a second, Chris thought the boy broke the chains. Thank God he didn't. He collapsed back on the floor in a crying fit over his dead brother.
"Get out of here!" Aedan shouted at Chris.
Chris was leaving, but it wasn't because he was scared of the bratty kid. He was leaving because he needed to pee. That beer went right through him, and he kind of wanted another. He stepped away from Aedan and his dead brother, and checked on the agent one last time. The young man was still breathing which was good. He probably wouldn't even remember what happened when he woke up later so Chris would have nothing to explain. Chris trudged his fat ass up the stairs, and was out of breath when he reached the top. He would be the first to admit that he was out of shape, but he could handle that himself. He just needed to lay off the sweets for a little while, but he would think about that later. Only thing on his mind was finding the nearest toilet and getting another cold beer from the fridge. He remembered to turn off the lights behind him, and he left the sobbing teenager in the dark with his dead brother and the unconscious agent.
so RIP maggie. and RIP colin. and RIP reid's poor poor poor fingers. like i said, bloody chapter and sorry for killing off 2 of the characters but jack is becoming quite an interesting unsub. he could ALMOST give harold a run for his money. harold is more on the delusional side. he lives in a fantasy world most of the time. jack doesnt. he knows exactly what he is doing and he knows its wrong and he doesnt care. what a fun unsub to work with. plz review guys! till next time! xoxo