"Go to..." Reid was cut off when Steven hit him in the jaw. He could taste blood, "...Hell," He finished. He didn't dare look at Garcia, in fear that he would break down.
"Tough words for someone who is tied to a chair, Dr. Reid," Steven grinned.
Spencer looked at the ground, breathing heavily, blood seeping out of his split lip. Steven cackled manically, grabbing some of Reid's hair and yanking it, forcing his head up, so that their faces were level with each other. Steven's eyes were an icy blue color, almost the same shade as JJ's, but colder.
Evil.
"Dr. Reid, the punishments will only get worse from here on out. I suggest you save your strength and don't talk. Do you understand me?" Reid nodded in response, "Good,"
The chair he was tied to was suddenly thrown from where it was. Steven had knocked it over forcefully, allowing Spencer to hit his head on the concrete floor. Reid closed his eyes, groaning quietly, trying to access whether or not he had received a concussion, which was a very probable thing.
"Come now, Miss Garcia, let's not keep your friends waiting, shall we?" Steven's voice was more distant now, as he undid the restrains holding Garcia down.
"You bastard!" She screamed at him, her voice breaking. She was crying. Reid closed his eyes and kept them closed, wincing at the suddenly loudness that Garcia's voice brought.
"Miss Garcia, I've told you three times now that if you talk to me, or to Spencer, then his punishments will only get worse. And since you yelled..." Steven made a 'tsk' noise, "I just hope he doesn't blame you for what's about to happen to him,"
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"He talks...properly," JJ said.
"He thinks he's better than us," Morgan responded.
"He obviously has a god complex, then," Hotch said, "Abducting us and Reid, dictating what happens, he likes to be in control. He likes to make people feel fear,"
"A sadist." Rossi added, looking at the door, hoping that Garcia, or even Reid, would come through it, unharmed.
He knew, however, that the possibilities of them being not hurt, were slim, if any at all.
"Are the profilers, profiling me?" The unsub's voice said, opening the heavy door that lead to the room the team was being held in. Rossi sighed in relief when he saw Garcia with him, seemingly unharmed, but his heart dropped to his stomach when he realized that she had been crying, and Reid, was no where to be found.
"Where's Reid?" JJ asked as the unsub opened the cell door, shoving Garcia in. She stumbled, but before she hit the ground, Rossi caught her.
"Alive. For now,"
"What do you want from us?" Hotch asked, hoping to get something out of him that would help the team escape.
"I want you all to know how it feels to watch the youngest member of your family be tortured." the unsub grinned, "Who's next?"
The team looked at each other, until Rossi closed his eyes, and said, "Me. I'll go,"
"Good, good, Agent Rossi. Now, all of you, step back, while Agent Rossi, will you please come to the door?"
Rossi felt sick as time seemingly slowed down. He moved to the front of the cell while the unsub unlocked the door, allowing Rossi out, and shutting it once again. He pressed a hand gun to Rossi's back.
"Come now, Agent Rossi, we wouldn't want to keep Dr. Reid waiting, would we?"
"No, we would not," Rossi muttered as he began to move forward, his only incentive being the muzzle of a gun pressing against his back.
Once the exited the cell room, they walked down a small corridor, the end of it being another door, this one was a simple wooden door.
"Open it," the unsub instructed. Rossi complied. The room the door opened to was a large room with a high ceiling. On the far wall a large metal cabinet sat. A few feet down from it was a large metal hook. Rossi didn't want to know what that was meant for.
In the center of the room, two chairs were placed. One was on a metal platform that was bolted to the cement floor, while the other was on it's side.
The one on it's side had an unconscious Reid sitting in it, blood staining his shirt. He had a large gash on his cheek, and his lip was split open, both of which were bleeding heavily.
"Take a seat, Agent Rossi," The unsub motioned for the empty chair. Rossi made his hands into fists, but did what the unsub said. As soon as he did so, his hands were being cuffed to the chair.
"Oh Spencer," The unsub said in a sing-song voice.
He's using his first name instead of Dr. Reid, Rossi thought, That's not good, he feels like he's closer to Reid on a personal level. That makes this situation all the more dangerous.
"Come on, I brought you a friend," Spencer's chair was being hoisted up, then, so it was sitting up right. Reid opened his eyes, catching Rossi's own eyes, but quickly looked away.
"You or him, Spencer?" The unsub asked, grinning.
He's making Spencer chose? This man must know by now that Reid will always chose himself instead of harming others!
"It's okay, Reid, you can pick me," Rossi assured him.
"Me," Reid ignored him. The unsub's grin got even wider.
"Good. Not that I don't find Agent Rossi attractive, but this is going to be a lot more pleasant for me, considering it's with you, Spencer,"
If looks could kill, this man would be dead about twenty times by now. And that was by Rossi alone, not including the icy glares JJ had sent him whenever he came into view.
The unsub knelt in front of Reid unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down slightly, so that some of Reid's pubic hair was showing.
"What are you doing to him?! Leave him alone! Do it to me instead!" Rossi screamed.
"I'm sorry Agent Rossi, Spencer made his decision," Spencer's eyes were closed, and he was making small sniffling noises, as he was trying not to cry.
The unsub pulled down his pants even further, so that Spencer's penis was revealed. Reid squirmed in his chair, but the man paid no attention to this, and wrapped one of his hands around Reid's length, stroking it.
Rossi could see Reid's knuckles turning white, as he balled his hands into fists, and his toes curled, his sniffles turning into gasps, as he tried to hide the shame that Rossi could see on his face he felt.
"Agent Rossi, would you look at that, Spencer's getting a hard on for me." Reid let out a small sob when the unsub said that.
"Reid, it's not your fault. Erections come from stimulation. This is not your fault. None of this is your fault!" Rossi tried to assure him.
"Oh, Agent Rossi, I was going to let him off with just jerking him in front of you, but now that you talked, I have to make his punishment a bit worse. Should we make you cum, Spencer?" Reid shook his head violently.
"Well, if you insist," The unsub laughed. He got up, heading over to the cabinet on the far wall.
"Reid, I'm sorry-" Rossi tried to say.
"Shut up!" Reid hissed, not looking at him.
A buzzing noise suddenly came from where the unsub was standing, in front of the cabinet. He giggled, but Reid looked like he was about to be sick.
The unsub approached Reid, with a silver phallic shaped object that produced a buzzing noise. He yanked Reid's head up by his hair, and pressed the object against his scrotum. Reid gasped, his eyes widening, he began squirming in his chair again. The man, wrapped his free hand around Reid's penis and started to stroke once more.
Reid let out small sobs now, pretending that Rossi was not in the room. He could feel his climax coming, and he did everything in his power to stop it, but to no avail.
He whimpered as he ejaculated, but the unsub smiled at him.
"Let's get you cleaned up, Spencer. We don't want the others to find out what happened. That's between the three of us."