hello everybody! long time no see. taking care of a little puppy is taking up most of my free times so sorry for that. and its third month anniversary of losing my little dog on the 18th so that will be a very sad day 4 me. anyways, sorry for the long pause between the update. this chapter is a bit more grusome than my other ones so far and its just goin get worse. theres no animal abuse but this chapter is just plain creepy, even 2 me, and i wrote it lol. so enjoy! oh, and a lil bit on non-con near the end. nothing 2 bad yet, but ive given fair warning
Hotch had been awake for quite a while before the woman next to him finally noticed. He was listening silently to the conversation going on around him, and he bet that she was the missing teacher before that even came up amongst them. He saw that she was tied up just like he was, and Hotch could sense the fear in her voice. Hotch didn't have time yet to look at Reid. He was having a difficult time just staying still. His leg was sending sharp pains throughout his body, but he would think about that later. The focus of his thoughts needed to be about how to get the young teacher and Reid out of there. He would think about his wounded leg later.
Hotch tried working the ropes around his wrists to get them loose, but whoever tied them up knew what they were doing. The ropes just wouldn't budge. He was about to try working on his ankles when he heard the woman beside him get punched. Hotch dared to open his eyes when the table erupted in cruel laughter. Her light brown hair hung around her shoulders, but other than the black bruise on her forehead, she looked alright. Hotch glanced up at the family. Most of the family was finishing off something that looked like hot dogs. Ketchup hung down from their open mouths, crumbs were caught in their unwashed hair, and the smell of their breath made Hotch feel sick to his stomach.
He was surprised that Kate was able to keep calm for this long. Most people who woke up in situations like this couldn't help but scream and struggle, but Kate held her own. Hotch respected her for that, but now it was up to him to get her out of there. Once she was safe, he would work on helping Reid, but he was sure that Kate would be able to find the rest of the team. She would tell them where this place was, and all would be well. He just needed to hold on until that happened. He was going to whisper something assuring to Kate, just to keep her quiet, but the laughter from the redneck family died down. Hotch threw a wink at her, and hung his head back down on his chest. He needed to think of a plan before the family saw him.
"You don't like laughin much, do you pretty?" the father asked.
"Could one of you gentlemen get me that sweater she's wearin? I would wait, but the pie is next, and I don't want her gettin it all dirty. I could wear that to the Christmas party in town this year!" the mother exclaimed.
Hotch had a sick feeling that his missing socks were somewhere in this creepy house. The men kidnap the women, and gave whatever the women had to their mother. The sheriff never mentioned any missing items for the victims, but he never thought about asking. Things were happening so fast that it was hard to keep up.
"Fine, take it," the teacher next to him said.
"Don't try any funny stuff missy," the gruff man said. "There's more of us than you."
"Well," Kate said, "that's true unless you count the FBI agents you have sitting next to me. I'm sure just one of them could take down this entire family."
Hotch opened his eyes just enough to see through his eyelashes. The father had grabbed Kate by the hair, but she wasn't backing down. He slapped her across the cheek, and got the rope undone while she was still recovering the unwelcome shock to her face. She didn't move while the man unbuttoned the light pink sweater, but Hotch noticed she kept glancing his way. The father pulled the sweater done her arms, and tossed it over the table where his wife caught it with ease. She held the sweater up to her nose and took a big whiff out of it.
"She smells like perfume boys!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah, I noticed," the father replied. He bent down to sniff her hair when Kate lunged her body to one side. The chair she was tied to fell over, and Kate pathetically tried to scoot away. The father caught up to her without much effort, and she was pulled back up. He pulled her chair back to its original position, and Hotch noticed that he tied the ropes around her even tighter.
"Where were you tryin to get to?" Hotch heard the man say under his breath. "You looked like you were scootin towards the bedroom. In a hurry? Don't worry teacher lady. We's goin do it right here on the table."
Hotch didn't want to 'wake' up so soon, but he said the disgusting man reach one of his hands toward Kate's breast. He couldn't just sit there and watch. Hotch moaned like he was just waking up, and just like he thought, it brought the attention over to him. The father sat back down without touching Kate anymore.
"Where am I?" Hotch asked. He opened his eyes fully, and looked around the room. It was dark outside, but he couldn't hear any noise coming from the street. Wherever they were, they were really alone. Most of the hot dogs were gone, but no one was trying to clean up. All of them were staring at him except for the younger of the two sons. He was staring at Reid.
"Oh, look at his skin!" the mother squealed.
Hotch never paid much attention to his skin, but if that got everyone's eyes on him and away from Reid and Kate, he would do that. He didn't get a good look at Reid, but the kid had a lot of blood on his shirt. That car accident wasn't kind to any of them. He hoped that Prentiss was alright. She wasn't there with them so he prayed she was already found by the others.
"Are you hungry Hotchner?" the mother asked.
"You made these hot dogs all by yourself?" Hotch asked slowly.
"You bet I did!" she said smiling. "Here, let me make you one." She got to her feet, and Hotch watched her for a second while she put the dog on a bun.
"So you work for the FBI?" the father asked him.
"Yes," Hotch said. "I'm the leader of my team."
"Is that so?" the man asked. "And what's your name?"
"Aaron," Hotch asked truthfully. "I'm Aaron Hotchner."
The mother of the family circled around the table and put two large hotdogs dripping in ketchup on the plate in front of him. His stomach did a flip when he saw the questionable food, but he couldn't puke. He had to keep himself calm.
"Open up wide Aaron!" the mother said.
He opened his mouth in a small circle, and had to fight back the urge to spit when the woman shoved a piece of hotdog in. He swallowed it, and forced a little smile.
"And what's the boy's name?" the man asked gesturing towards Reid. Hotch wanted to lie. He wanted to make something up, but when Reid woke up, he wouldn't understand what was going on. They would be caught, and that wouldn't be good for any of them. He couldn't lie.
"His name is Spencer Reid, and he's the youngest member on my team," Hotch answered after another bite of hotdog was shoved down his throat. "Your hotdogs are delicious."
"Glad you like them," the woman said laughing. She shoved another bite in his mouth, and he had a hard time not coughing from reflex. He wasn't hungry at all, and all of this was just making him ill.
"So what's your name?" Hotch asked after he swallowed.
"Oh, me?" the woman asked. "I'm Laura. My husband is Benjamin and these two handsome boys are my sons: Joseph and Daniel."
Hotch couldn't believe he got their names so easily. Kate was listening as well so as soon as she got out, they would be rescued in no time. He just needed to find a way to make them not want her. Just from looking at the family, Hotch knew right away that none of them could be considered intelligent. Years of inbreeding along with a bad diet is what came up with this family. Hotch just couldn't figure out what kept them away from arrest for so many years.
"Spencer Reid is very pretty," Daniel said out of nowhere. Hotch looked at the younger of the two boys, and was startled by the boy's ghost like appearance. Something was wrong with the kid, but Hotch had more important things to deal with.
"Don't mind him," Joseph said smiling. "He's been acting goofy lately, but it's nothin to be worked up about."
Hotch looked over at Reid. He was hoping his young friend was awake, but just pretending to still be out of it, but Hotch didn't see any signs. His fingers were lying still behind his back, and his dust covered feet were still tight around the chair.
"So how long you been working for the FBI?" Benjamin asked.
"A long time," Hotch said looking back at Kate. She had dried tears on her face. He couldn't blame her. "So you guys like a challenge? Why would you want some helpless school teacher and skinny kid? Don't you want a real challenge?"
Benjamin laughed loudly. Laura and Joseph joined in, but Daniel stayed quiet. Why wouldn't Reid wake up? Hotch offered them a smile to prove that he was still in their sick little game, but he couldn't keep up this crap much longer.
"Don't know if they teach you FBI fellows how to count, but there's four of us here. Just one of you wouldn't do us no good. What kinda challenge is that? My boys wanna play too!"
"Most teenage boys like to play video games or watch football with friends," Hotch commented.
"Well," Benjamin said standing up. "My boys want to play with you."
"Time for pumpkin pie!" Laura announced smiling.
J.J. sat in the waiting room next to Garcia. None of them really wanted to be there, but they couldn't leave Prentiss alone. All of them wanted to be at the police station to help find their missing team members. J.J. just couldn't believe Spencer was abducted again. This couldn't be happening. It seemed like they just got him back yesterday, and now he was gone. He was really gone. She felt comforted that Hotch was with him, but not by much. They were with the unsubs who had a rather good reputation of ripping people's faces off.
"Why did you guys call me down here right when this happens?" Garcia asked.
"We called you down here to help us solve the case faster," J.J. answered. "We didn't know this would happen."
"Are you sure it was the unsub? They could have gotten in a car accident and so Reid and Hotch wandered off and got lost in the woods maybe."
"And they left their shoes and cell phones behind," J.J. said.
"I know, but" Garcia started but was cut off when a man in a white coat approached them. He looked to be in his late 50s with balding grey hair and tired eyes.
"You're with Agent Prentiss?"
"Yes sir," J.J. said standing up. "How is she?"
"She is doing much better. Her left arm was broken in two places, but she will heal just fine. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, she is fine. She will be ready to leave tonight, but she needs to keep pressure off that arm. I've told her to keep any weight off it, but she doesn't seem like the type to listen."
"We'll keep an eye on her doctor," J.J. said smiling.
"She is in the second room to your right. The papers are already filled out so she is good to go. I've prescribed her some pain medication, but she should sleep well tonight."
"Thank you doctor," J.J. said.
They found Prentiss' room with ease, but were taken back when they saw she was already on her feet. She had her jacket zipped back up, and was looking around for her bag. J.J. hated seeing the bloody rip on the jacket's arm, and she tried not to imagine what Spence and Hotch were going through at that exact moment. All of them had decided that Spencer wasn't wearing his seat belt so he was thrown from the seat, and Hotch went through something terrible while the tree trunk pinned his leg down. There was a lot of blood which still gave J.J. chills.
"Emily!" Garcia scolded. "Don't do that! I'll get your stuff!"
"How are you feeling?" J.J. asked while Garcia searched for Prentiss' belongings.
"Just fine and dandy," Prentiss said. "What else have you guys found out? Any sign of Hotch or Reid yet?"
"Morgan is talking to the press right now. Rossi doesn't think anything too bad will happen to them tonight. They've never had three victims at once, and it is obvious that they are the ones who took that teacher."
"Is he still going to the school tomorrow morning?" Prentiss asked.
"Yeah, Morgan will be going there. He still thinks that one of the unsubs is a student from that school. He's narrowing in on students in Miss Parker's class," J.J. explained.
"I want to look around the forest tonight," Prentiss said. "I'm sure we'll find something."
"Emily! The doctor wanted you to take it easy!" Garcia said.
"Every minute that Hotch and Reid spends with them is a minute too long," Prentiss said. She took her bag from Garcia with her good arm, and led them out of the hospital.
"You're in no shape to go unsub hunting tonight in a creepy forest," J.J. said. "It's late already, and I don't want to go blindly walking around a forest. That's not going to help unless we have something to go on. I don't think it's such a bad idea to Travis. He lives out there, and he might be able to tell us something. He would know if something seemed out of place, or he might know someone who can match the unsubs description. I think he'd be of more help than anyone else we met out here."
"You're right," Prentiss said.
"Spence will probably throw them off with his statics anyway. I don't think they'd want to be around him for long," J.J. joked.
"They are both going to be so scared," Garcia said once they got outside. They zipped up their jackets and looked out into the gloomy night. J.J. didn't have to ask them what they were thinking. She already knew. They were wondering what was happening to their team members.
Reid knew how to keep quiet. He went to a public high school in Las Vegas, and being the size that he was, he was the constant target of bullying. He noticed that if he pretended to fall unconscious after they smacked him around, they would leave. He could make any believe he was completely out of it, even if he was feeling fine. He wasn't fine though. He had a strong pain coming from his lower chest, and it hurt when he breathed too deeply. He didn't know how long he had truly been unconscious, but something told him that he wasn't in a hospital. He didn't recognize any of the voices around him, except for Hotch, but he didn't sound like himself. He suspected that Hotch was next to him, but there was also a female voice coming from directly beside him. She was humming a tune that was vaguely familiar. It wasn't the tune that he remembered, but the words. He read them somewhere before.
"Here comes the candle to light you to bed. Here comes the chopper to chop off your head. Chip chop! Chip chop!" the woman sang to herself.
"The last man's dead," Reid said quietly finishing off the old nursery rhyme.
"Look whose awake now boys!" the woman said laughing. "And he finished off me song!"
Reid instantly regretted speaking out loud. He didn't really mean to. He just wanted to remind himself of the old rhyme. It really wasn't suitable for children the more he thought about it. He opened his eyes after giving a moment to himself and looked around. The first person he made eye contact with was the awkward kid from that classroom, the kid with the black eyes. The kid was too pale when compared with his older brother, and he wouldn't stop staring at Reid. He didn't want to break eye contact himself, but he had to look away when he felt part of his dinner go up his throat. He leaned over to the side, and threw up what was left of his turkey.
"You must be hungry dear," the woman said. She bent over to look at him, and that's when Reid saw Hotch. Ketchup was splattered all over his face, and his tattered clothes had seen better days. Reid remembered the car accident. He couldn't remember the details, but he knew they ran into an old tree in the forest. The cloth of Hotch's pants was sticking to a red liquid above the knee on Hotch's leg. Reid looked next to Hotch expecting to see Prentiss, but it was the teacher he met earlier. This was the teacher that just went missing.
"Open up wide," the woman said.
"I'm not hungry," Reid quickly replied. The woman had a fork stuck into a smashed up hotdog on his plate. Just the sight of the meat made Reid feel ill.
"Made them myself," the woman continued. "Hot dogs with lots of ketchup!"
"Really ma'am, I already ate my dinner," Reid said. Judging from the look on Hotch's face, he was going to have eat these hotdogs whether he wanted to or not. Before he could even prepare himself, the woman shoved the mixture of meat and sauce right into his face. Most of it fell to his lap, but a few morsels found their way into his mouth.
"Delicious?" the woman asked smiling.
"Ma, I want the pie now," the older son complained.
"Hold your horses Joseph! Let the boy eat. Here comes the second bite," she laughed.
Reid got his mouth open this time, but it didn't help much. He felt the ketchup spread across his face, and more than enough fell to ruin the shirt he was wearing. The fork stabbed him in the tongue, but he didn't cry out. He didn't want to draw any more negative attention to himself.
"That pie does look amazing," Hotch said eyeing the pumpkin pie on the table.
"Didn't make it, but you wouldn't believe the price I got on it!" she said proudly.
"I would believe anything these days. I would love to try some though," Hotch said.
Reid was grateful when the woman finally stopped force feeding him, but it was hard to keep his stomach from dancing around. He wanted to puke again, but he didn't want to lean over near Hotch, and he didn't want to lean towards the plump mother. He just had to hold it. The woman put the fork back on the plate with the rest of the hotdog, and grabbed a large knife from the center of the table. Reid held his breath and looked over at Hotch, but she didn't move towards either one of them. She held the knife over the pie, and brought it over the center.
"Who wants the first piece?" she asked proudly.
"Give it to me," the man next to the teacher said. "I'll need it. Got a long night ahead of me."
"So do you still live with your mother Spencer?" the woman asked.
The older of the brothers snickered as the woman passed the slice to her husband. He didn't bother using a fork. He formed his hand into a fist, and wrapped the pie around it as he shoved it in his mouth. Reid had to look away. He didn't question how they knew his name. Hotch was probably talking to them to keep everyone calm.
"No, I don't," Reid said. He tried moving his hands around, but they were tied tightly behind the chair. He couldn't even move his feet a centimeter away from the chair legs.
"What do your parents do for a living?" she asked while she cut a second piece.
"My mother worked as a teacher," Reid began.
"Oh, how nice! Daniel's teacher is next to your friend. I don't think she likes me all that much, but I'm sure we can become great friends soon."
Reid glanced at the young woman near the end of the table. She was holding her own, but she did look nervous. Reid couldn't blame her. The fat slob could barely keep his eyes off her. These people were the unsubs? Reid suspected the father and son team, but he didn't once think about two sons and a mother. What role did she play in all of this? The older son was probably the one who got the BAU involved. He was the one who took the girl from his school. The younger son was different though. Reid couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off about him.
"Daniel, you get the second piece. You're still a growin boy," the mother said. She passed him over a rather large slice, but he barely touched his dinner.
"You always pick him as your favorite," Joseph mumbled.
"Shut your mouth boy! You're next!" the father shouted.
"Be nice everyone. I want to have a nice family meal," the mother told them. "Joseph, you will get your pie next."
Reid hoped no one offered him any of the pie, and by offered, he meant someone shoving it down his throat. Hotch and Miss Parker didn't look too keen on the idea either. He tried moving his fingers again, but the rope wouldn't budge. The mother put a big piece of the pie in front of Joseph, and he started eating before it was even set down.
"So you a virgin boy?" the father asked Reid.
"What?" Reid asked. He was startled. He looked at Hotch for any kind of assistance, but he was in the exact situation that Reid was in.
"You heard me," the father said as he stuffed more of the pie into his waiting mouth. "Virgin? Maybe gay?"
Reid felt himself turning red. He nervously licked his lips and noticed everyone at the table was staring at him. Why did everyone want to talk to him?
"Um," Reid started.
"You don't have to answer," Hotch quickly cut in.
The mother circled back around the table, and stabbed Hotch in his hurt leg with her cutting knife. The pant leg turned into a deeper shade of scarlet red while Hotch let out a pained cry. The woman ripped the knife out just as harsh and suddenly like when she put it in. Hotch was out of breath by the time she went back to her pie cutting business. She didn't bother wiping off the blood stain from the silver blade.
"You don't interrupt people when they are talking! That just ain't polite, now, is it?" she asked Hotch with a black glare in her eyes. "Now, Agent Reid, you a virgin?" The woman's smile gave Reid goose bumps up and down his arms.
"Well, um," Reid said licking his lips again. "The term virgin can refer to many different definitions, and it really all does depend on what culture or social background you are coming from. Many cultures do not think that oral sex, masturbation, or anal sex as losing one's virginity, but many different kinds of people think that any kind of activity like that would constitute as," Reid said as he went off on a tangent.
"What the hell are you saying?" the father asked.
"He don't even know what a virgin is!" Joseph shouted at him.
Reid felt Hotch looking at him, but he didn't look back. He knew he was turning red. When were they going to stop and eat their stupid dessert?
"So you are a virgin?" the mother asked him smiling.
"Yes," Reid quietly answered. He looked down at Hotch's bleeding leg, and knew that his humiliation was nothing to be complaining about.
"It takes a real man to pick on someone younger than him," Miss Parker said under her breath.
"You pickin a fight with me lady?" the father asked standing up.
"You sit down this instant!" the mother yelled at him. Her husband reluctantly sat back down to finish his dessert, but he kept his eyes on the young teacher the whole time. While they weren't looking his way, Reid leaned over to Hotch.
"Sorry," he whispered to his elder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Hotch whispered back with an urgency in his voice. "Just be quiet. I'll get us out of here."
"I think the boys want pie!" the mother squealed.
"Can you get her out of here first?" Reid whispered to Hotch. He leaned back into his seat, and sat with his heart pounding while the woman cut several more pieces of pie.
Benjamin was always a fan of pumpkin pie. He just wished he had some cream to go on top of it, but it was good all the same. He couldn't remember ever having a meal this good. The hot dogs and vegetables filled up his stomach, and the pie left a sweet taste lingering in his mouth. He wanted to ask for a second piece, but he knew that his boys were anxious. They all were. It wasn't just every day that people of this kind of importance visited their house. Benjamin could still remember teachers back in the day had to be male. It was a tough job, teaching all those little brats their place in life. He had to respect the young woman for her career choice, and for having the balls to stand up to kids like his sons. The FBI men were a completely different story. Every day of their lives, they fought all the nutjobs in the world. They wanted something other than a boring desk job, and by God, they got it.
"The dinner was great pookie boo," Benjamin said stretching his arms out in front of him. The kids were almost finished with their pie, and his wife said that she would wait for hers later. She wanted to enjoy the show. "And that sweater looks great on you."
Laura smiled at the compliment, and spun around in a circle to show off the tight-fitting sweater. It was much too small for her, but she didn't seem to mind. It really was a pretty color. Laura gathered up the dishes from the table, and piled them on the counter for washing. She put the food meant for the teacher and the agents on the side table. She thought they would eat later. Benjamin kept telling her time and time again that people never wanted to eat here. He wanted to mention it again, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Aw, thank you stud muffin!" she said. "Looks like Christmas came early this year."
"Sure did," Benjamin said looking at the pretty woman next to him. She was scared. She might not ever admit it, but she was scared as hell. "Make room on the table boys. I'm doing it right here."
"I was hoping to hear more about your life," Agent Reid said nervously. "What kind of work do you do?"
"Put them agents in the family room boys," Benjamin growled. He wasn't in a talking mood.
Joseph got the older agent's chair, and after a small struggle, he got the older man into the family room. Daniel moved the younger agent with much ease. He took hold of the back of the chair, and with surprising strength, he followed his brother into the family room.
"Be careful with virgin boy," Benjamin told Daniel. "He's next. He ain't goin be a virgin past tonight!" Benjamin laughed at his joke.
The family room was only a few feet away from the kitchen. He could still see both of the agents clearly, and it made him feel good inside when he saw them looking at him as well. He rolled his neck, and smiled down at his first game for the night.
"Just grabbin another beer sweet thing," he told her. "I would wash my hands, but pumpkin all over you might be a good addition."
He went over to the fridge, and was disappointed to see only a few beers left. He was sure that one of these people had wallets. He would have to remember to look over them after he dropped his kids off to school the next morning. He was a man who needed his beer. He cracked open the can, and saw his wife pulled up a chair next to Kate.
"It's all goin be over soon," she told the younger woman in a soothing voice. Laura held her cracked hairbrush in her right hand, and ran the brush slowly through the teacher's hair. "You might even enjoy yourself, you know that?"
"Ma'am please," Kate whispered to her. "I really need to get back home. I have papers to grade, and I haven't read Daniel's paper yet."
Benjamin licked his lips when he saw a tear fall down one of her cheeks. He was breaking the teacher lady without laying a hand on her, and he loved it. He set his beer down, and took the belt off his pants.
"Ssshh, ssshh! Don't cry," Laura told her. Benjamin took off the jacket he was wearing, and tossed it on the counter followed by his shirt.
"You don't have to do this," Kat pleaded.
"Hush a-by, baby, on the tree top. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall," Laura sang softly. "And down will come baby, cradle and all." Laura stood up after the last verse, and pushed the woman and the chair down on the floor. The girl landed on the wood floor back first, and Benjamin was in awe that the chair didn't break. Laura was laughing hysterically like she did when she watched her soap operas on television.
Benjamin was sick of watching. He grabbed his beer can, and went back into the eating area. He picked the chair back up, and spit at the teacher strapped to it.
"Get in the TV room with your boys," Benjamin told her. "Make sure them agents watch the whole thing."
"I love you," Laura said smiling at him. She kissed him on the lips, and he returned the favor with a smack on her butt. She giggled. "Have fun with this one."
"Don't worry Laura, I will," he promised her.
He waited until she was gone before he took his pants off. It was colder in the house, but he was used to it. He just needed to give himself a minute or two to adjust.
"So, Kate, is it?" he asked her.
"You have two federal agents sitting in the next room seeing everything you do. What the hell are you thinking?" she spat out at him.
"I'm thinkin this is goin be a fun night," he told her honestly. "I want you to know, that if you try anything stupid as soon as I untie those ropes, you're dead. Got it? And I don't mean bash you on the head kinda dead…I mean, there will be a lot of blood kinda dead."
She didn't say anything. She wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs like most the girls did, and so he figured her being quiet was giving consent. He bent down behind her, and got the ropes off her ankles first. She didn't move at all. He could barely hear her breathing, but when he loosened the ones around her arms, she bolted. She leaped off the chair, and kicked him in the face as she went. He reached out to grab her, but she was gone.
"Grab the bitch!" Benjamin shouted.
Kate darted through Joseph and Laura with ease. She ran through the kitchen, and made it to the kitchen door. She opened it without thinking twice, but stopped when she saw Daniel was blocking the doorway. What in the world was that kid doing outside? He lifted one of his legs, and kicked it into her stomach. No warning was giving, and the only action took less than a second, but it did its damage. Getting kicked in the stomach was nothing fun, but Daniel was wearing his boots. The kick sent the thin teacher to the ground in a coughing fit. Benjamin took this as his moment. He picked Kate off the floor, and headed back into the table. He made sure to rub his pumpkin smeared fingers all over her hair.
"What the hell were you doin outside?" Joseph asked Daniel.
"Bad headache," Daniel answered. "Wanted to look at the deer."
"Whatever," Joseph said. "I'm goin watch the game."
Benjamin didn't wait for Daniel to get back into the family room. He threw Kate on the kitchen table, and started tearing at her clothes before she had a chance to recover. He ripped off her blouse, and left the shredded cloth on the floor for Laura to pick up later. The black pants she was wearing came off in a single, swift movement and that's when Benjamin saw the nasty bruise her son left on her stomach. His son really could kick.
"Get off of her!" one of the agents shouted. Benjamin didn't care which one.
"Your teacher really is hot Daniel," Benjamin told her younger son as he looked over Kate's perfect body.
He moved to unhook her bra strap when she kicked him from behind. He almost fell off the table, but he balanced himself before anymore mistakes happened. He punched the side of her head which shut her up.
"Don't worry pretty boy," he heard his wife tell Agent Reid. "You're next. Benjamin might even teach you what that doodle of yours is for."
He got the white bra undone, and tossed it on the floor. It wouldn't fit his wife, but it could prove to be useful later. He heard on some movie that Jack the Ripper strangled his victims with their stockings or something. Kate wasn't wearing any stockings. The only thing he was really certain of is that he didn't want her face to come off. None of the other people he met during his past adventures looked like her or the clear skinned agents. They were special.
Her breasts were not that big, but it didn't bother him much. He got sick of looking at his wife's quadruple Ds all day long. It was nice to see a change.
"Hey, agents!" he called out. "Take a look at her!" He pulled Kate up by her hair so the agents could get a good view. Agent Reid barely looked at her, but Agent Hotchner looked pissed off to say the least. Benjamin loved it.
"Sir, we are federal agents working the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Hotchner said firmly. "I know that you are a very intelligent man, and you have a beautiful family. The rest of my team will be here shortly. If I were you, I wouldn't want to get myself into anymore trouble."
"Don't they say that the good guys rarely make history?" Benjamin joked.
"I thought it was the good girls that rarely made history," Kate said looking him in the eye.
"Ha! She still talks!" Benjamin pushed her back on the table. "I might let you have a go at her if you behave Mister Hotchner unless you like the look of the skinny kid next to you."
"Pa, they're in here strugglin like little ants!" Joseph called from the couch. "Both of them. You should see it. What idiots."
"Let her go," Hotch said in a low voice. "You were calling my name out. You never mentioned her. She's nothing to you."
Benjamin punched her in the stomach, right on top of the darkening bruise. She grunted in pain, but didn't look away. He liked this one.
"You're right. She is nothing to me, but so are the two of you. If you can't handle watchin this, I can't wait to see how you are when I play with Spencer over there. How's your leg doin?"
"Still bleeding," Laura told him. "Kinda looks like it hurts." She brought her forefinger down on the bloody leg. Hotch winced, but he didn't move. "Yep, still hurts!"
He kept one of his fists on top of her stomach while he used the other one to pull down her cotton underwear. She kicked her legs out, but it wasn't much of a fight. She suffered a small concussion from earlier, and that bruise near her ribcage wasn't helping. He should probably have kept Daniel around him more often. Daniel was always good at anatomy. He was sure that he aimed his kick towards an organ or something else important in there. It hurt to the touch.
"Well, lookie you," he said looking down on her.
"What a great example you are for your sons," she replied.
"You don't know me teacher," he growled at her. "Glad Joseph killed that little mutt of yours. It deserved to die, just like you."
"Every six minutes, somebody is raped in this country sir," Agent Reid called out. "You don't want to add to that statistic. Just about one third of the victims will end up suffering from post traumatic stress disorder after that. It's not something that should be taken lightly."
"You a doctor boy?" Benjamin asked, mildly curious.
"I have three PHDs," Reid replied.
"So that means you are a doctor?" Benjamin sat up.
"Not in medicine, but I do have doctorates in," Reid started.
"Shut up. Them teachers are givin out certificates in everything these days. Sure if I wanted some fancy diploma in candy tastin, they'd give me one of those," Benjamin said. He scooted himself out of his boxer shorts and looked back down at his son's teacher.
"What are your doctorates in?" a quiet voice from behind asked. "Your hair is very pretty."
All of them stopped talking at once, and looked up for the source of the voice. Daniel was standing behind Reid with a pair of scissors in his hands. Why was Benjamin the one cursed with having a special son? Why? He had to get the weirdness from Laura's side of the family. It wasn't his side. He had very normal parents. Something was just off with Daniel.
"I want a lock of your hair," Daniel told the younger agent.
"Why?" Reid asked after a moment of silence.
"Just cuz. This won't hurt." Daniel lifted the silver scissors just by Reid's hairline, but as promised, the agent wasn't hurt. Daniel just took a lock of the long hair, and sniffed it. As creepy as that was, Benjamin couldn't stare. He needed to get back to work. Joseph would be bitching at him as soon as the ball game was over, and he barely even touched Kate.
"Please don't let your sons see," Kate whispered so only he would hear. "Daniel is in a very fragile state right now, and Joseph isn't doing well in his classes."
"Hey boys!" Benjamin shouted. "Get over here. Both of ye!"
The agents were pushed closer to the excitement so they could be kept an eye on. Letting them be on their own just yet wouldn't be a good idea. Daniel stood off from the rest of the group sniffing the lock of Reid's hair.
"You son of a bitch! Get off of me!" Kate suddenly screamed. She probably just realized what was happening or something. Women were slow like that sometimes. She started pushing her body against his to throw him off. Benjamin laughed at first until she actually got him right between the legs. He heard Joseph laughing which pissed him off even more. Kate managed to get into a sitting position on their dinner table, but that didn't last for long. He got a hold of her hair, and forced her onto her back.
"Fighting is only making this harder on yourself!" Benjamin said laughing.
"I like you," Daniel randomly said. Benjamin looked up for a second and saw his skinny son bending over Agent Reid. The poor agent was looking uncomfortable in more ways than one.
Using that opportunity, he spread Kate's legs apart and forced himself into her. There was no foreplay or teasing. There wasn't time. He wanted to move onto the agents while he was still wide awake. Daniel's teacher was just practice. Once his children learned how much more fun it would be to break the agents, they would want to leave her alone as well. She would have a sad and lonely death back in their barn. Benjamin was just glad his wife got her pretty sweater.
"Who wants hot chocolate boys?" Laura asked from the kitchen.
so yes, chapter 10 lol. u guys still think daniel is the creepiest cuz laura is probably the on who will give me nightmares. she really needs to stop singing lol. plz review! more reviews=happy author=faster updates