Hey it's Sammie!

This is kind of a note before you start this chapter.

First, this is the second to last chapter until the end!

Second, it's pretty long (about 1,300 words)!

I'm really sorry about that, it wasn't suppose to be this long, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! :)

(Heads up: The last chapter is probably going to be just as long...)

You guys rock!


Almost there...

"How'd you like the show?" Victor asked as he threw a thin blanket towards Diana.

"Wouldn't want you to get cold," He added to her.

She sat, stiffly shivering, as the stared blankly at the floor with nothing but her undergarments on.

Reid hands tightened around the arm-rests of his chair as he averted Victor's eyes.

"I asked you a question," He said, a hostile tone in his voice.

Reid was in no condition to argue. The after effects of his adrenaline-high were finally taking their course. As he stared at his feet, his vision blurred in and out as his eyelids fluttered. Forcing himself to stay awake, he tried to take his mind off sleep, but found himself staring down at his ribs.

When was the last time he'd eaten? Two...Three days ago?

Now focusing on his developing migraine, all he could think about was his amazing leather couch back home. If only he could magically teleport himself there; he would sleep for days without a care in the world.

"Shut up," He mumbled to himself in disgust. How could he be so selfish? His mother was naked, freezing to death, and violated and all he could think about was himself.

Victor forcefully grabbed Reid's chin and jerked his head upwards.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I didn't-" But before he could finish, Victor punched him straight in the face.

As Reid's head bobbed forward, he could feel blood gushing from his nose.

Victor wiped his hand on the side of his pants.

"I've been waiting to do that for a very long time."

"I bet you have," Reid retorted.

Victor walked into the kitchen and grabbed a lighter. He twirled it in his hand as he made his way back into the room.

"So," He pondered, "I've already had fun with your mother," He lit the lighter and a small orange flame began to flicker.

"Now it's your turn."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes.

"So I've heard that you work for the BAU in Quantico?" He waited for Reid to answer.

As silence filled the air, he pulled out a cigarette from the box and lit it.

"Must be stressful. Especially for someone like you," He said and took a drag from the cigarette. He leaned in and blew the smoke in Reid's face.

"Let's play a little game," He fiddled with the cigarette.

"I call this one, 'Lets point out all of Spencer's weaknesses,'" He tapped his foot gently.

"Well first off, you're weak. Both mentally and physically," He placed the burning cigarette against Reid's arm. He yelled as he felt his flesh burning.

"Now that's the spirit."

He continued to make a list:

Selfish.

Cowardice.

Loner.

Awkward.

A-Romantic.

Afraid.

Hypocritical.

Non-stop talker.

Sinner.

Underdog.

By the time he finished his list, Reid had burns covering both of his forearms. He passed out during the middle of the list, but Victor continued anyways.

Victor slapped Reid before he discarded the cigarette, leaving a small burn across his cheek.

"Welcome to the real world..." He breathed as he walked over to Diana, who was asleep under the blanket.

He gently brushed his fingers through her thick blonde hair.

"Oh Diana..."


Reid blinked his eyes a few times before fully waking up.

"Why can't you admit that you were in love with me?!"

"Because I wasn't, Victor!"

"Oh, so now you remember my name?!"

"I never forgot it!"

He carefully moved his body, so that he would not draw any attention to himself. Luckily, considering the situation they were in, Victor was fighting with his mother, which meant his back was turned towards Reid.

Slowly but surely, he lifted his right hand from the arm-rest and dug his nails into it. He had been doing this for a while now, so the wood was chipping. He managed to carve out a piece big enough to hold in his hand. carefully holding it, he used his fingernail to sharpen to edges. His thumb started to bleed, but he didn't care.

As he carefully turned his wrist sideways to face the rope, he bowed his head in case Victor turned around. He began to rub the sharpened wood against the rope as quietly as possible. Luckily, he had already worn out the rope some before, but in order to break loose he needed something that could cut a slit just deep enough for him to break.

"You betrayed me, Diana, and I didn't deserve it!"

"I was in love with Jeffrey!"

"Well if you loved him so much, where is he now?!"

"I-I-Don't know-"

"Exactly! Because you were a whore and now he's dead, you fucking bitch!"

Nervously trying to cut the rope, Reid noticed that the wood was getting dull, but his plan was definitely working.

"I'm so glad you're here Diana, so I can kill you like all those other sluts!"

"How many people have you killed, Vic?!" She yelled bewildered.

"It doesn't matter. They were all disgusting people that deserved to die!"

"A-Are you the one who killed Venae and the others from UNLV?"

"Yes, but I only did it, because they treated me with absolutely no respect and got in the way of us!" He made a fist with his hand and clenched until his knuckles turned white,

"IT WASN'T FAIR."

While Victor was distracted by his rage, Reid began thrashing against the rope on his wrist until he finally broke it. He untangled his hand.

Looking around, he remembered the knife Victor stabbed into the table near him. He stretched out his right arm as far as possible until he could just barely touch the handle. After a moment, he pulled it out and began to cut the rest of the restraints.

Victor slapped himself in the face.

"Why am I arguing with you?! I don't need to explain myself! I'm sick of you ruining my life! It's time for this god forsaken nightmare to end!" He yelled, pulling a syringe out of one of his pockets.

Diana knew what he was planning.

"Why are you doing this, Victor?! We can fix this! You and me, together!"

He pulled out a vile and began to fill the syringe.

"Us? Together?! There's no 'us' anymore, Diana! You're a monster! Every night when I go to bed, I have nightmares about you and I wake up shaking, covered in sweat! You've caused me nothing but pain my entire life and I can't take it anymore!"

Reid was almost done with his left leg restraint. Only one more.

Victor finished the syringe. Holding it in his hand, he approached her viciously.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, I'M BEGGING YOU," She pleaded through her tears.

He bent down so he was looking her straight in the eyes.

"I always loved you," He confessed with a saddened tone.

He stabbed the syringe into her chest and push down the plunger.

"I only wish you would have felt the same."

He never broke eye contact until Diana's slowly began to close. Her head rolled forward.

Reid cut off the last restraint and dashed across the room.

"NO," He screamed as he tackled Victor. Victor's oxygen tank flew across the room along with the cannula that had been in his nose.

Reid pinned him to the floor, his knees on Victor's shoulders. He balled up his fists and threw punches left and right.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS," He yelled in agony.

"I HOPE THE LAST FACE YOU SEE IS MINE BEFORE YOU GO TO HELL."

Victor, too weak to fight back, stayed on the floor while Reid stood up.

He began to kick him in the abdomen until he saw the tears streaming down Victor's face.

"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I'M GOING TO END YOU," He threw himself back down on his knees and hovered over Victor.

He wrapped his long, bony fingers around Victor's frail neck and began to squeeze tight.