A/N: A short but chilling chapter, beta read by editor frog! (though I made a few changes after editing. Any mistakes is totally my fault) Enjoy, my darlings!
The young doctor violently yanked at his bonds in a desperate attempt to free himself. The sudden darkness had surprised him, and frankly – terrified him. Ever since he was a little child he had been afraid of the dark, and while someone usually grows out of that kind of fear, Spencer Reid never rid himself of his ailment, but had to struggle with it still. 25 years old and afraid of the dark. The other agents had a field day when they found out.
But now, here he was. In a pitch black cellar, tied up like a dog in a muzzle. All his attempts to liberate himself from his painful restrictions had been futile, and the young doctor felt the terror rise in his heart and every beat of it. His arms hurt terribly tied behind his back, and his legs cramped up from time to time from the lack of mobility. He had no feeling in his feet. Thankfully enough, his head had stopped pounding. Now there was only a dull headache, which was a lot easier to think through.
The darkness had never been more frightening. He was alone, immobile, defenseless against any danger that could possibly lurk in the nooks and crannies of the blacked out cellar. The house above him had fallen silent with the opening and closing of the front door, which lead Reid to the horrifying conclusion that Penny had in fact left the building. For a fraction of a second, he wished she would return; not being able to decide between the two evils he was facing. Alone in the darkness or alone with a psychotic murderer.
The cellar looked completely different in the dark. The merciless darkness that ruled a moment ago had eased up somewhat as his eyes eyes grew accustomed to it. He could now make out shadows and larger objects around him. Small beams of light searched their way in through under the basement door, giving the staircase an eerie glow. The small amount of light did nothing to ease the frightened agent's mind, in fact it made him even more scared. No matter how much Reid feared the dark, he preferred it to be pitch black rather than being able to see shadows. The shadows terrified him. Who knew what could be hiding there, waiting to come at him.
Reid felt his eyes beginning to sting, and he realized he was crying. The sheer terror of being alone in the basement got the better of him, and without as much as a sound he let his heartbroken tears hit the dirty, uneven ground beneath him. He began shaking all over. It was hard to determine whether it was from the immense terror that coursed through his body or the increasing coldness in the basement. The young agent strenuously pulled his knees up as far as he could towards his chest, ignoring the pain it caused. The heat seemed to vacate his body through every inch of his skin, and he shuddered violently.
Why is she doing this to me? he wondered.
Fear got the upper hand, and he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the darkness around him. Suddenly, there was a noise. A scratching sound, just to the left of his head. Reid jumped as much as he could, trying to move away from the source of the sound, but it was useless. He was stuck, and the scratching came closer. Tears flowed from his eyes as he began to hyperventilate. All of a sudden, he felt something soft and hairy touch his cheek. In panic, Reid jerked his head up, squirming frantically. His terrified screams were muffled by the duct tape. The object which had grazed him skittered on in front of him, leaving a slight scent of fur behind.
There was no way he'd dare to open his eyes to see what had just brushed up against him. He could only imagine what it was, and at this point his mind was racing a mile a minute. The short encounter with the unknown object had been enough to send his heart into a beating frenzy.
His short, frightened breaths made his chest cramp, and it hurt terribly. Cringing, he tried to regain control of himself, but the panic was too great. A few minutes later, the young doctor drifted into blissful unconsciousness due to the lack of oxygen.
Thankfully, he was not awake to notice the rat scurrying over his face. And thankfully he was not awake to feel the humiliating, warm urine stream down his thighs and hip, down onto the ground.
A/N again: Everyone who feels sorry for Reid raises a hand! --evil--