After Edwards and Kaylee made the deal with Jacob they escorted him back upstairs to his cell. The auction had concluded while they had been in the meeting and they needed to get Reid ready for his last client. Edwards stayed with the genius while Kaylee went to check the special requests of the client.
"I knew that you would make us alot of money, but I never imagined this," Edwards gloated.
Reid, who was sitting on the bed with his arms still bound behind his back, kept his head down and refused to comment.
"Did you ever think you would be worth so much? Maybe you should have skipped school and just walked the streets of Las Vegas for money. I bet you would have made a fortune," Edwards continued examining his prisoner's face for a reaction.
"You're not going to get away with this," Reid said as he finally looked up and stared down Edwards with fury flashing in his eyes.
Edwards, surprised by the comment, responded, "I already have. Seriously, you still think someone is going to come and rescue you? Or perhaps you think you're going miraculously escape from Mr. Boyd's clutches? That's laughable! First of all, if anyone was even remotely interested in your whereabouts than I'm sure I would have heard about it at the office. The first place they would have looked would have been here in Chicago. So trust me when I say that the FBI hasn't come sniffing around our precinct yet. As for you, well…you're just too weak to get away. We haven't been feeding you enough to supply you sufficient strength to fight us. All the shocks I've administered to your body have attacked your nerves and brain, dulling your reflexes. And that's not even factoring how much your mental status has deteriorated after each session with our guests. Hell, if you don't agree with me think about the one and only time you tried to escape…you were thwarted by a door. No, I think it's safe to say that in less than a week Kaylee and I will be relaxing at some tropical locale while you're…well, who knows what Mr. Boyd's going to do to you."
Edwards watched as the fury fizzled out of the boy's eyes to be replaced with self-loathing, "I'm not weak, only weakened."
"Keep telling yourself that," the officer chuckled as he patted Reid's knee.
Reid, fed up with being talked down to, jerked his leg up and shoved it into Edwards's stomach. The man stumbled back and landed on his ass. He immediately clutched his stomach with his hand and glared at the boy.
"I suggest you stop underestimating me," Reid hissed while getting up and pulling back his leg to land another kick to his captor's body.
His leg was in mid-swing when the door opened and Kaylee walked in, "Wow, this last one is a doozy. I hope you've got some mental reserves left boy."
Reid's focus was broken and his powerful delivery was thrown off by the sound of her voice. The distraction provided enough of an opportunity for Edwards to counteract the blow that was coming. He grabbed the genius's ankle as it came toward his fleshy abdomen and viciously twisted it. A cry escaped the boy's lips as his leg was wrenched and his body fell down to the ground.
The cop scrambled to his feet and swiftly delivered a kick of his own to boy's stomach, "That sure was stupid. I hope this last client fucks your brains out in the most twisted and sick ways. I want you leaving here a shell of the man you once were." He continued to kick the kid five more times and finished off his tirade by spitting a thick stream of saliva on the boy's head.
Kaylee calmly walked over to the two men with the bundle in her arms. She knew that she needed to let Terry's anger run its course. When her man had finished punishing the boy she cleared her throat to get his attention.
"What?" he asked vehemently.
"Calm down, you've proved your point," she said pointing at the boy coughing and groaning on the floor. "I need help getting him ready."
He grunted and walked over to see how he could assist her.
"I need you to stand him up so I can put this on him," she said showing him the emerald green corset with black boning and lace trim.
He smirked and said, "So it's one of those guys?"
"Yeah, that and more," she said gesturing for him to pick up the recovering Reid.
Edwards grabbed both of Reid's forearms and pulled him up into a standing position. Kaylee removed the gold chain necklace and unstrung the subsequent ones from his nipple rings. Reid tried to struggle against Edward's strong grip but the kicks left him too winded.
"I think I'll leave the piercings on as a nice surprise if our guest unwraps his purchase," she then loosened the lace in the back and unhooked the fasteners in the front. She wrapped the garment around the skinny genius and started securing him into the corset.
"You're going to need to undo his hands so I can lace him up," she ordered Edwards after the front closures were fastened.
"Don't give me any trouble boy," the crooked cop growled as he finally released Reid's wrists from the duct tape and twirled the boy around.
Kaylee stepped up to the laced back and started to tighten them. Spencer started gasping for air as she yanked on each set of eyelets pulling the lace through them as tight as possible. When she was done the usually willowy straight agent had and incredibly contoured waist. She then went back around to his front, switching places with Edwards, and started undoing his pants.
Reid, uncomfortable as hell, started to wiggle his body back and forth trying to get out of the steely grip holding him still. "Cut it out boy. This is what the client wants, and we're going to deliver."
Kaylee pulled the pants completely off his pale bony legs leaving him completely exposed. She pulled out a pair of ruffled black underwear and slid them up his body. The woman completed his outfit by running black stockings up each leg and attaching them to the garters hanging off the bottom of the corset.
She stepped back and smiled, "Wow, I do believe he looks even prettier than me in that outfit. If his hair was a bit longer than he could even pass as a girl. All we need now is a decent pair of heels and I think he's ready to go. I'll be right back."
Once Kaylee left, Edwards took the opportunity to slide his hands down from Reid's forearms and down to his wrists. He crossed the genius's left hand over the right and held them together with one fist, "Let's move you to the room. She can put all of the accessories on you in there."
Reid, feeling absolutely ridiculous in the getup they forced on him, stumbled out into the hallway. He was forced into the fancy room in which he first met the agalmatophiliac. Once they were inside he was led over to the four poster bed and positioned in between the posts at the foot of the bed. Edwards reached up to the top of the right pole and pulled down a leather cuff that he then fastened around the boy's wrist. He quickly fastened the other wrist to the opposite pole and went to work on Reid's ankles. When he was done the boy was strapped spread eagle to the posts of the bed.
"Kaylee was right, you do look pretty hot in that outfit. Here, smile for the camera," Edwards said as he brought out his smartphone and snapped a photo of the glaring bound agent. "Perfect," the man said as he walked up to Reid and showed him the photograph. He then patted the boy on his cheek and said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it. Be sure to enjoy yourself."
The man then went to leave the room, circumventing Kaylee as she bustled in with a pair of heels that looked too small for the agent's feet.
Rossi yawned as he walked into the BAU office and found the other members of his team already assembled, "So what dastardly crime has gathered us here so late?"
Hotch looked at the elder agent and said, "Have a seat."
Sensing that he was missing out on an important piece of information the man quickly sat down and turned his attention to the team leader.
Hotch took a deep breath and started addressing JJ, Prentiss, and Rossi, "I called you in here tonight because we've discovered some alarming news about Reid."
"Reid? What happened? Did he finally contact you?" JJ gushed out quickly.
With a grim look on his face Hotch pulled out a piece of paper and allowed it to flutter down onto the center of the table. Rossi was quick to snatch it up and analyze it. After he processed the message he passed it on to the two ladies, "How did you find this?"
"It's a long story and as of right now it doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that Reid hasn't been gallivanting around the country trying to find himself for the past four months, he was kidnapped. This puts us in quite a position. We are really late on the uptake and it's possible that the trail leading to Reid may have run cold," the stern agent announced.
"But Garcia and I have been trying to track down Reid this whole time so we do have some information that will help us get started. Of course, we didn't realize that he was abducted. We just figured that he had fallen off the grid to keep us at bay," Morgan explained wincing when he said the word abducted.
"Yeah, our baby genius hasn't used his credit cards since he went missing. All of his bills have been paid out of his bank accounts which are running low, and he hasn't taken out a new phone line. The last time anyone can account for his presence is at the airport after he disembarked from the plane. After that there is no sign of him," Garcia chattered at a fast pace.
"Wait…wait...he never checked into his hotel?" Emily asked incredulously.
"Nope. Never," Garcia answered.
"And you didn't find that alarming? You didn't think to tell any of us?" she enquired.
Morgan decided to handle that question, "We realize now that we should have looked into that, but at the time I thought that maybe he decided to start his new life the second he got off the plane. I honestly thought it was his way of falling off the grid."
"Right…," Prentiss trailed off with a look on her face that clearly said she would have reacted differently.
"Look, regrets will get us nowhere. We need to focus on the letter and I think it would be best for us to be in Chicago by the morning," Hotch said before the conversation was steered in the wrong direction.
"So what is the plan?" JJ asked as she fingered the hidden message with tears in her eyes.
"I've already called Chicago PD and told them that we are coming. I've asked them to compile a list of officers with a name anywhere close to Edwards. We need to team with the sex crimes unit and see if they have any leads on illegal online auctions. Garcia, you need to see if you can track down footage from the airport the day Reid landed. Try to figure out how he left the airport and we can try to track his movements from there. Morgan, I want you to try to get ahold of the convention head that Reid was supposed to attend and see if he showed up. Maybe he ran into someone at the ceremony that had an issue with him," Hotch explained.
The team nodded their heads and started to gather their items. Each one was lost in their thoughts desperately trying not to imagine all of the horrible things that may have happened to their youngest agent in the last four months.
Reid quickly figured out that that the man that had bought a night with him was turned on by transvestites. The agent had tried to talk the man out of assaulting him, explaining that he wasn't actually a cross-dresser but the client didn't seem to care. To make matters worse, the man's arousal was amplified at the thought of getting away with rape. So he didn't give Reid any type of drugs and allowed the boy to struggle and fight him the whole session.
Spencer did fight his heart out that night trying to prevent the inevitable, but he just wasn't strong enough. The man easily had over one hundred pounds on him and muscles to rival Morgan's. He toyed with the weakened genius by allowing him to think that he would win a few times, but quickly proved to the boy how powerless he was.
At the end of the session Reid found himself still strapped into the corset and flung over coffee table in front of the couch. The man had tied the genius's hands to the legs of the table and was furiously taking him from behind. Spencer was gasping for air because the man had undone the corset laces and was pulling them tighter and tighter throughout the assault. He was slowly suffocating Reid while he thrust his manhood in and out of the abused hole.
Reid tried to beg him to stop but his mouth was gagged with one of the stockings that had been torn off his leg. He felt himself beginning to pass out until the pressure on his ribcage started to diminish and the man behind him let out a keening moan.
The door to the room cracked open on the two men and Edwards stepped into the room, "You're time is up buddy. We need to get him ready for the move."
The man above him grunted his acknowledgement and pulled out of Reid, "No worries. We just finished up. It's a shame you sold him. I would have paid double tonight's price for another session."
"Yeah well, it's time for me and the missus to get out of the business. You've got five minutes to clean up," Edwards said closing the door.
Reid just laid there, still attached to the table, and waited for the man to leave. He felt dirty and disgusting as some familiar liquid started to drip down his inner thighs. It had been another night of unforgettable humiliation and shame. The only positive that Reid could take out of the situation was the fact that he would never have to be in this room again.
It didn't take long for his assaulter to leave him alone in the room. And before he knew it Kaylee was in there releasing him from his awkward position on the table, "I heard he loved the corset. You really did a good job at pulling it off. Come now, we need to get you ready to go. Mr. Boyd asked that you were showered, groomed and clothed by the time he got here."
She pulled up the tired boy and dragged him back to his chambers, "Your clothes are in the bathroom already. You've only got ten minutes to wash up and get dressed."
Reid, exhausted and sore after what had just happened, staggered into the bathroom and took care of business. When he reemerged eight minutes later his hair was tousled and wet, and he was trying to cover his naked chest with his hands. When Kaylee said his clothes were in the bathroom, she lied. The only thing waiting for him was a pair of black leather cut-off shorts and a black collar that he left on the counter.
"I see you forgot something," she chided him as she stood up.
"What did he forget?" Edwards said from his perch on the bed.
Reid, surprised to find the man in the room, jumped at the sound of his voice.
"He didn't put on the collar."
"Go get it," Edwards ordered. "You've just got to push it don't you?"
"I'm not going to willingly put something so degrading on my body," Reid commented quietly standing up for himself.
"Willingly eh?" Edwards said as he zapped the genius down to the floor one last time.
Reid writhed on the floor in pain and shock. He was flipped over onto his stomach and the collar was fixed around his neck. Edwards then took another leather strip and buckled it around the collar and allowed it to trail down the boy's pale back. At the bottom of the strip were two cuffs which captured Reid's wrists.
The cop grabbed the kid off the floor and stood him up. Kaylee walked up to the boy and attached little black onyx stones to the nipple rings, "Perfect. Oh, wait…I forgot these." She ran over to the table and grabbed two black strips of cloth. She affixed one around his eyes and the other in his mouth.
Spencer was then marched out of his former prison and down into the apartment below. He was forced into the living room and down onto his knees.
"Ahh, he looks marvelous," Boyd's voice said the second he saw his purchase.
"Just like you ordered," Edwards said.
"Thank you. So, here is your money. Now, help me get him down to my car," the man's voice ordered.
"Of course, sir."
Reid was wrenched up from his spot and left the apartment that he had been imprisoned in for the last four months. He knew that he was being led back into the same freight elevator that he traveled in before. There was a dinging noise when the lift reached the basement floor and he could feel the tile turn to concrete on his bare feet.
"Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Edwards," Jacob said as he shook Terry's free hand.
"The pleasure was all mine," the officer responded. "Where do you want him? The trunk?"
"No, he can ride with me in the back. The windows are tinted dark enough to block even the nosiest person's view. Put him on the floor," Boyd instructed.
Reid was shoved through a door and pushed down hard onto the rough carpet of what he figured was a limousine. He laid as still as possible as he listened to his new owner crawl into the vehicle. The door shut and silence ensued.
The genius could feel the car begin to move and wondered where they were going. How far away was this man going to take him? How was he ever going to get free?
He heard some shuffling and then a hand gripped his thigh. He let out a whimper of fear as the hand squeezed his milky white skin hard enough to bruise, "You look amazing. I can't wait to get you home and begin our time together."