I am so sorry it's been such a long time since I've written. Over a week, I believe. :/ I think I'm gonna try and get back on track with writing, but considering my dad is the one with the computer and school just started, it'll be a little hard for a while. I'm sorry if that's going to be an issue for anyone, but right now I can't change it. Anyway…

This is chapter eleven.

I hope you enjoy.

A groan erupted from the back of Reid's throat as he struggled to pull himself up, even to a sitting position. He got to the point that his elbows were propped the right way but that's where he pretty much stopped. His glassy chocolate brown eyes met the belt that was holding him down, making the young man let out a sigh. He didn't know where he was, but his guess was as best as the next guy's. He suspected that he was somewhere within his captor's quarters, but that was too vague for him. He needed to find something in this room that stood out.

Too bad it was on the verge of being pitch black.

The genius let a curse out by the slip of his tongue, trying to resist the belt that was restraining him to get a better view of the place he was in. He guessed it was a basement, and that was probably the closest he could of got at not being able to see anything. It was natural darkness, though. There were any blinds anywhere or little creaks of light trying to creep in. It was pitch black because it was meant to be pitch black.

Maybe it was night and he was in a basement. That made sense, didn't it? It could be probable. Was it likely though? That was something he would have to figure out as soon as possible, considering he didn't want to be this guy's prisoner for longer than he had to.

A slow screech of the bottom of the door rubbing against the floor sent Reid's mind into a frenzy. What did this guy want from him? To talk? Something… more?

The sound of the patting feet on the floor was beginning to overwhelm him. Did this guy just want to scare him? Because he was pretty freaked out right now.

"Hello, Spencer," he said, cloaked in darkness. Reid squinted his eyes as if he was trying to get a better look but the black was seeping through everything as the feet finally landed on the floor at a sudden stop.

The genius coughed as he tried to clear his throat. "Where am I?"

Reid heard a small tick as if something clicked against something else but before he could answer the lights flashed on, revealing a man that looked to be only in his early thirties, maybe younger. He had that wise aura to him, though, so that was a little different. Most of the time unsubs just had the aroma of I'm-a-weirdo-and-want-to-kill-something. This was different and on a whole other level.

"Not too far away from home," the man said, giving Reid a fair glance at his face. The man was white, had reddish brown hair that sort of tucked away to the back of his head, and pale blue eyes that could pierce someone if they needed to. It was like Reid was staring at the Irish version of himself. Okay, so maybe not the exact same except Irish, but the man had the same face as him except for the hair and eyes. His frame was a little more bucked, but that was because Reid was a coffee-addicted autodidact. Then again, this guy could be, too… It's not like the genius knew anything about him.

He tried to sit up again and to the same avail. The man took a step closer, causing the belted one to pause all motion and look up at him. "What do you want from me?"

Then Reid began to panic.

A slow and eerie smirk creeped onto the lips of this new unsub, giving Reid a reason to scream. The man stepped closer again, pushing Spencer's chest down so that he was flat against the table, and pulled the belt tighter around the man's lower chest. After he was finished, Reid's breath was getting to the point that it wasn't stable anymore. He had to breathe out both his nose and mouth at this point, but it was the only way he could get the oxygen to flow. He saw the man grab another belt that matched the other as he walked back over to the pinned down genius, attaching it to both sides of the operation table that Reid was laying upon and fastened in about three inches below his neck, giving it another tight tug, making sure it was snug.

Spencer could almost find himself throwing up.

As Reid's eyes widened in curious horror and wonder, the man leaned over and gave him a simple grin.

"I want to break you."

Sorry it's so short. DX But it's better than nothing, right? I hope to have the next update done sometime this week, but I can't promise you anything on the length. Thanks for reading!

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