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Thank you for all of your amazing reviews! I appreciated each one of them. I am now doubting the fact that I can finish this story in 2 more chapters. I'm just worried about leaving you hanging for awhile. I'm going to do my best to finish this up before the birth, but we will see how far I get. The doctor said I could go at any time, so like I have warned before if there is a long lapse of silence from me its probably because the bundle of joy finally showed up.

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He was jolted awake by the pain of ten thousand icy needles biting into his flesh. An agonized scream erupted from his lips signaling his displeasure at the freezing cold water that was now surrounding his whole body. A hand came out of nowhere and pushed down on the crown of his head forcing him underneath the cold water. He opened his mouth and tried to let out another cry of displeasure but only succeeded in allowing water into his system. Worried that he was going to drown, Reid thrashed his legs about trying to push his body out of the porcelain tub. Suddenly the hand holding him down transferred to his neck and pulled him back to the surface.

"Enjoying your bath?" Jacob's sinister voice said cutting through his prisoner's misery.

"L…l…let…m…me…ou…out," the frozen genius stuttered while he continued to try to remove his body from the bath.

His captor smacked his face the second the demand left the boy's mouth, "You do not order me around and you will learn to speak to me properly."

Kowtowing to the man's will, Reid tried to plea for his release again, "P...p…please…master. It's t…to..c..cold."

"I know it's cold boy. I'm the one who drew the bath. I didn't have enough time to heat it up, my friend is going to be here within the hour. If you wouldn't have gone and soiled yourself than you wouldn't be in this position anyways," Jacob scolded. "Now, stop struggling so I can get you clean."

Reid gave in to the man's request because he knew that he wasn't going to get out of the icy prison until Jacob was satisfied. He could feel a washcloth being rubbed against his face and exposed chest and then he was dunked under the water again to wash away the suds. Next the man pushed the bound agent forward and gave his back a quick rub down. Finally, the agent was forcefully pulled upward by two hands gripping him from his underarms.

"Stand still," was the only order that was given before the man started to wash down Reid's legs. Strangely enough the constrictive shorts were still in place on the genius's body and they felt tighter due to the water. "I didn't take off your soiled shorts because they were such a pain to put on you in the first place. I just hope this quick wash will rid them of the horrid scent of urine you chose to douse them in."

The captive agent could feel the man's hands lingering on high thighs as he cleaned right up to the seam of the shorts. Then the man started to fiddle around with the locks at his waist and unhooked the cup so that he could pay Reid's captive package some attention. After he was done with Reid's private region he turned the boy around and scrubbed down his backside.

The boy's body was submerged once more in the water before the bath came to its end. By the time it was completely over the kid's teeth were chattering nonstop and his body was quivering trying to restore some of the heat that the glacial water had stolen. Reid swore he was had never felt so cold in his entire life. To make matters worse, instead of getting his slave out of the tub the man decided to drain the water while keeping the kid safely ensconced in the porcelain.

"Alright, let's get you out of there and ready to meet my friend," Jacob said as he supported the fragile body as it exited the tub.

The skinny genius's toes gripped the tile floor as he tried to find purchase on the slippery surface. As soon as the boy was stable, the man led him over to a fuzzy rug and had him stand on top of it. Moments later the sound of a hair dryer invaded the room and a warm breeze started blowing against the short brown hair. It didn't take long for the water to evaporate from the boy's shorn locks and the two were moving out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

"Ahh, Ecatarine, did you get that soiled spot cleaned up?" the man of the manor asked his housekeeper in her native tongue.

"It's almost fully cleaned up, sir. I just wanted to disinfect it one more time and then spray some freshener on it to rid it of the stringent smell," she replied.

"Excellent, I wouldn't want my visitor to be turned off by such a strong scent," Jacob said as he led the boy to a spot in front of the fire.

Reid could hear the two individuals exchange words, but had no idea what was being said. As he was being steered toward a new spot in the room he wondered how she could just stand there and witness his captivity without going to the police. Even though she was from a foreign land, she must know that he was being held against his will.

The agent was pulled from his thoughts when he was forced to his knees and secured to a ring on the floor. His cold limbs could immediately feel the warmth of the burning wood behind him emanating from the fireplace. He could hear the maid shuffling around cleaning the spot that he had once occupied by the bed. Jacob must have walked away too because he could hear another set of footsteps off to his right and then the opening and closing of a door.

A few minutes later Reid could feel the presence of his owner next to him again before another cloth gag was tied around his head. After that a Velcro cuff attached to a spreader bar was wrapped around his right ankle. The man push the boy's legs apart and secured the left ankle to the other cuff as well.

"You look perfect!" Jacob gushed as he leaned down and planted a kiss on the lips that were parted by the black cloth.

The doorbell rang, interrupting the man from bestowing anymore signs of affection on his property.

"Ahh, that must be Duncan. Stay here my lovely. I'll be right back," Boyd ordered needlessly before turning and saying something to the maid that was still cleaning.

Once Reid heard the master bedroom door close he started trying to get the maid's attention. He knew she was still in the room based upon the sounds of her gathering her materials. He knew that while his words may be muffled and incomprehensible she may still understand the urgency behind him.

So he was utterly surprised when the small patter of her feet came closer and a voice quickly whispered in her ear, "Shh, I'm an undercover officer working out of the Chicago Sex Crimes Office. I would have reported this when he brought you home but I wasn't sure if you were a paid hooker. Hold on for a bit longer, I'm going to go call this in and we'll get you out of here as soon as possible."

Reid wanted to plead with her to release him now, but he knew that she wouldn't be able to take down Jacob and his friend by herself. He felt a bit of hope soar in his heart as he heard her make her way out of the room. Unfortunately, the second the door clicked shut the darkness started to weasel its way back into his mind as he thought about what he might have to endure before he was actually rescued.

The arrest of Officer Edwards and his girlfriend Kaylee went much easier than everyone anticipated. Once airport security had been alerted to the fleeing couple their flight was put on lockdown. Of course, the passengers just assumed that it was a normal delay due to weather, but it had all been a ruse to keep the two in the dark while the agents arrived on scene.

Agent Hotchner and Rossi met with the security staff and the local police to plan out the takedown before quickly making their way to the appropriate gate. It was decided that the two FBI agents would take the lead due to the fact that if Edwards saw his fellow officers beginning to swarm the gate the arrest could go south.

Luckily, the couple did not see the agents approach them and they were taken by surprise when a stern voice said, "Going somewhere?"

Edwards jumped out of his seat at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned slowly to take in the harsh face and said, "Yeah, a last minute vacation. Why are you two here?"

"Oh…I think you know what brought us here," Rossi said in his wily voice.

A self-satisfied smirk emerged on the man's face, "I assure you I don't."

"Well, in that case...Officer Edwards, you are being arrested in the kidnapping and illegal trafficking of a federal agent. You have the right to remain silent…," Agent Hotchner said as he roughly cuffed the slimy officer a little too tightly.

While Hotch was doing that Rossi made short work of Kaylee and roughly steered her out of the airport. They needed to get these two down to the station as soon as possible in order to figure out what happened to Reid.

Morgan was waiting back at the station for them after helping Garcia bring the computer hard drives back to the station.

"I thought I told you two to stay at the apartment?" Hotch asked the dark male gruffly.

"Come on Hotch. You know I wasn't just going to stand around and let you and Rossi have all the fun. Let me in there with him," Derek demanded looking at the cuffed officer sitting in the interrogation room.

Hotch hesitated to answer because he didn't want Derek Morgan's dark side to emerge during questioning and ruin any chance they had of getting information out of Reid's captors, "I'm going first with Edwards. Prentiss is going to go in and question Kaylee. Stay here and observe."

Unhappy with the order, Morgan started pacing the room. He knew his boss's reasons behind keeping him out of the room containing the one man he wanted to hurt more than anything. But the dark man was a seasoned agent and he knew he could hold his temper when it counted the most. That is…he knew he could hold his temper in if the man didn't mention anything in regards to harming Reid.

His internal fuming was interrupted when his superior opened the door to the conjoined room and sat down in front of the man behind his best friend's kidnapping.

"Hello agent," Edwards taunted the second the severe agent entered the room.

Hotch's face remained stoic as he pulled out a chair and sat across from the former cop, "Mr. Edwards, you have been brought in based upon insurmountable evidence that you kidnapped and held Dr. Spencer Reid against his will. What I want to know from you now is where you ditched him before you decided to take off on a permanent vacation."

"You really think I'm going to respond to that? I'm an officer of the law and I know how questioning works. This isn't like T.V. where I'm going to spill my guts because I think that you all will go easy on me. Anyways, I have no idea what you're talking about to being with," Edwards parlayed.

Hotch threw out photos of the various rooms that were used to entertain guests and topped them off with a snapshot of Reid's former prison.

"Would you care to explain what these rooms were used for?"

"Not particularly…is it a crime to own themed rooms to enjoy with your woman?" Edwards asked.

"Cut the crap! We know that this is the room that you held Spencer Reid captive in and there is evidence to support that," Hotch rebutted as he showed the man photos of Reid's discarded contact lens cases and the words he traced on the window. "His fingerprints are all over the room and some of his hair follicles were found in the shower drain. Additionally, we found his belongings in one of the rooms down on the main level of your apartment. Now, is that enough evidence for you?"

The smirk reappeared on the man's face, "Alright, you got me agent. But I'm not telling you anything. I don't give a shit what happens to your fellow agent. We used him and disposed of him. Kaylee isn't going to tell you anything either. We were both prepared for this and we decided that in the end it's much more fun to watch you all suffer than to give you what you want. All I will say is that you are never going to find the boy."

The door to the room flew open the second Edwards's speech was done, and an eager Derek Morgan was illuminated in the doorframe, "Hotch! Leave that piece of shit and get out here. We have a lead."

The other agent immediately gathered the pictures that he had strewn down on the table and said, "Too bad you didn't make a deal."

Edwards was left sitting under the harsh neon lights of the stuffy room. He stared at the door and wondered what the hell could have tipped the cops off to the kid's whereabouts.

Hotch closed the door and made his way over to his team. They were all strapping on vests and getting ready to charge off into the night, "What happened?"

The local precinct chief announced, "One of our undercover officers called in and confirmed your agent's presence at the home of Jacob Boyd. We've been watching him for a while due to his close friendship with a suspected human trafficker, Duncan Moore. She said that they brought your man in early this morning but she wasn't sure it was him until a few minutes ago."

Relief flooded through the unit chief as he too grabbed a vest and started to strap it one in preparation, "How far away is the destination?"

"It's a good hour out of the city in one of the more affluent areas. Do you want the locals to wait or initiate the raid?"

Hotch looked at his group of agents and saw the looks on their face. There was no question that the team wanted to be there for Reid's rescue, "Tell them to wait for us to arrive."

The officer nodded as he turned away to make the call.

"Alright, Garcia stay here and keep looking through those computers. Build up as much evidence as you can against Edwards and Kaylee. Also delve into Jacob Boyd's background, bank accounts, and movements. We need to have as much information as possible on him too," Hotch ordered as he made his way out to the standard black SUVs with the rest of the anxious team.

Reid perked his head up from where it rested against his chest when he heard the door to the bedroom creak open.

"…and there he is. Gorgeous isn't he?" the genius heard Jacob say to the other man.

The hair on the genius's arms prickled as he felt the gazes of the two men gloss over his vulnerable body. He twisted his bound hands once again, attempting to wiggle them out of the leather straps that were buckled tightly around them. He knew his efforts were futile but his mind kept telling him he had to try.

"He is a fine specimen. A little old for my liking though," a deep voice boomed while its owner circled the slave.

"I know. His age is a bit advanced compared to others in the trade, but after I had him once I couldn't resist the thought of owning him," Jacob gushed as he cupped the boy's cheek and turned his head back and forth to give Duncan a view of the angular jaw.

"Well, it looks like you've been doing a nice job of breaking him in so far. Quality outfit, and you are denying him some of his senses. As I've written in my training manual, you've gotta deprive your slave of his basic rights in order to break them quickly. But…," the man trailed off.

"But what?"

"I do question some of your choices," Duncan explained.

"Like what?" Jacob asked in disbelief. He had really thought he had done everything right so far.

"Well, I don't like marring my slave's face with such crude instruments," the deep voice said, plucking at the blindfold that had been in place since this morning.

"What would you use instead? He hasn't earned the right to sight yet."

Reid could hear the man walking away and rifling through something.

Duncan held up a small tube and said, "This will do the trick."

"Superglue?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. It will allow you to maintain control over his sight while allowing you to take in those breathtaking features. You could even use it on his mouth and that way his whole visage will be yours to enjoy," Duncan elucidated triumphantly.

"I never thought of that…," Jacob said, reaching for the adhesive. "Can you help me apply it?"

"Of course!" the man responded joyfully.

Reid, having heard everything, started to pull against the leash that was securing him to the ground. The thought of having being in permanent darkness scared the shit out of him and he was desperate to get away. He even let out muffled noises of protest when two meaty hands planted themselves on each side of his head.

"Stop your fighting boy. You're only earning yourself a punishment for your disobedience. Now I'm going to remove the blindfold and you are going to keep your eyes closed. I promise you won't like the consequences if you don't," Jacobs stated.

The agent didn't care about the threat and there was no way he was going to make this easy for his captor. So the second that the cloth fell away from his eyes he picked up his fight against the firm hands and opened his eyes up wide. The light pierced his skull, having been denied it for over 14 hours, but he refused to let his lids close. Tears of fear and pain welled in the glassy brown orbs as they struggled to win the fruitless fight.

"He sure is obstinate," Duncan commented before he reared his hand back and smacked the boy viciously across the cheek. "You will do as your master says!"

The sudden pain radiating across his face caused the genius to lose some of his fight and the men were able to regain the upper hand. The trafficker adjusted his grip on the boy's head by putting one hand under the sharp chin while the other palmed the crown of his head. He then tilted the suffering beauty's head back further until the agent thought it would break.

Reid's hypnotizing brown orbs were staring at the ceiling when the tip of the tube came into view. A stifled "No" escaped the thick cloth as a fatty finger came down and forced his right eyelid closed. A cool splash of liquid was spread over his sensitive skin and quickly adhered the two flaps together. The man held his hand there and blew on the glue until he was satisfied that it dried. Jacob then wasted no time in giving the left eyelid the same treatment.

Trembling, Reid couldn't stop meek sobs from escaping his throat. He knew that the glue wasn't in any way permanent but for now it felt so final. His sight had been taken away and now the only vision he had was with his mind's eye. Even his tears were locked inside, unable to escape their sealed tomb.

"Now the mouth?" Duncan asked.

"No. I like it the way it is…because at least this way I can still taste him when we kiss," Jacob said assertively.

Duncan released his grip on the boy and held up his hands, "Good! You are taking charge of what is yours. I like that. So what is his punishment for the overt defiance?"

"Hmmm…I don't know. What do you suggest?"

"Have you utilized the cage yet?"

"Yeah, he's wearing it right now," Jacob said, gesturing at the boy's package.

"Ah, then I have the perfect solution…," again the tormented genius could hear the man rummaging through a bag. "These!"

"What are those?"

"ED pills…or in layman's terms, Viagra."