A/N: Beta read by editor frog! I own nothing, except my OC - and they're not making me any money!

The grater dangling in front of Reid's face scared him half to death. He had already determined that this was a seriously deranged girl, and that she was not to be toyed with. His entire body was shaking, partially because he was freezing from the hosing down he had to endure earlier, but mainly because the girl in front of him had no barriers what so ever when it came to sadistic behavior.

Without intent, Reid's mind shifted into analytical mode, and he did an instant analysis of the demented teenager before him. His very first thought was "Marquis De Sade", from whom the very word 'sadism' originated. The 18th century writer and aristocrat, known for his sexually violent behavior as he took pleasure in other people's pain. He was eventually sent to an insane asylum for a duration of 32 years, where he wrote a large part of his books and novels. He married his older sister and had three children. This girl has to be the direct descendant of De Sade. Inbreeding is not a good thing for DNA. He shook violently, being wet, cold and scared, in the hands of a complete maniac.

The smile on Penny's lips gave the young doctor chills. But it was nothing compared to the fear he felt when he looked into her eyes. He could see it clearly. The enjoyment. The anticipation. The sexual excitement. She is getting aroused by this! Panic came over him, knowing that sexually sadistic killers were not inhibited by any kind of actions. From this point on, anything could happen. And it scared him.

"Dr. Reid?" Penny poked the young man on the cheek with the grater. "Don't disappear on me now!" Pressing the grater hard against the slight stubble showing up on the young agent's cheek, she leaned over him, once again placing her lips an inch from Reid's ear. "I love to see you bleed..."

Her voice was only a whisper as Reid felt the jagged metal teeth dig into his skin. He whimpered pitifully, trying to duck away from the sharp grater pressing against his skin, but couldn't escape it. Penny's hands were too strong, and he was in too much pain to make any vigorous movements. "Please, stop..!" he begged, feeling the tears bubble up into his eyes all over again. "Please!" His voice was a mere coarse whisper.

Penny's smile was beaming. She could never have enough of this beautiful man begging for his life and health. She wanted to keep him forever. The tingling sensation in her body was exhilarating, and the young brunette could feel her heartbeats throbbing nearly straight out of her chest. She loved this. Lifting the grater from Reid's face, she placed it on the flat of the young agent's stomach. "Better here?"

Tears streamed from Reid's face. "No, Penny! Don't! Please, stop!" He sobbed, shaking with fear. The young doctor could feel the grater scrape lightly over the soft skin of his stomach. He tried to cringe, but his ribs shot fire through his entire chest. He couldn't move.

Catching the eyes of the young man, Penny gave him a patronizing look. "It'll be over soon." She began pressing the grater harder and harder against Reid's body, making him wince in pain and crying even harder.

Before the young girl had the chance to move the grater any further, came a distinct sound from upstairs. The doorbell. Penny froze. Frowning, she released the grater from her grip, dropping it on the ground. "I wonder who that could be..." she mumbled somewhat perplexed. Turning around, the young girl bent down to pick something off the ground.

Reid panicked. "Please don't hit me again", he croaked. "I won't scream, I swear!" His face still hurt from the last blow with the iron bucket.

"I know you won't. But just in case." The teenage brunette faced him, holding the familiar roll of duct tape. Ripping off a piece, she pressed it over his lips, and so he was muted once again. "Now don't you go anywhere, you hear!" She gave a slight laugh at her own irony, and began walking up the stairs, blacking out the cellar as she left.

The darkness didn't bother Reid anymore. He cried in pure relief as she left the basement, just being happy she left. But the tears were not only of relief – whoever was at the door would never know he was down here. Please, let it be Gideon! If he's coming back, it means he knew something is wrong! Please, let it be Gideon!

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Penny reached the door, peering though the peep hole. A groan escaped her lips as she unlocked the door and swung it open. "What are you doing here, Jared?!"

The young, lanky man in front of her looked nervous stepping through the door. "I got rid of the car and threw away the bag, but when I was on the bus back I saw a bunch of cops over where I tossed it." He paced the floor, running his fingers though his hair. "They must have found it! Jesus, we're gonna get caught, we're gonna go to jail!"

Penny felt the irritation rise inside her. "Will you shut up?! No one is going to jail, I have everything under control!"

"What about the cops? And that fed you 'took care of'! What about them?!"

"Jared, calm down!" Penny grabbed the boy's arms, shaking him. "I've got this. Relax."

"You got this, you got this, yeah right!" Jared tore loose from the girl's grip and continued pacing. "Jesus, Penny, don't you get it!? This is serious!"

"Hey!" Penny shouted at her friend. "This is not a good time to freak out! Not with the fed in my basement!" She cringed, not believing what she had just blurted out.

Jared's eyes widened. "The what?!" There was a moment of silence before he pushed past Penny, moving towards the basement door.

"Jared, don't!" Anxiety and anger mixed in her mind as she rushed after him, but it was too late. The boy had already reached the door and begun to make his way down the stairs, with Penny close behind trying to stop him. As Jared took the last steps down the stairs, he reached for the thin chain hanging from the light bulb in the ceiling. Jerking it, he was face with a frightening scene.

A young, gangly, FBI agent lay before him on the ground, soaked to the bone, wearing nothing but his boxers. His face and head was smeared with blood. Duct tape covered his mouth, but he was awake, looking imploringly at the boy by the stairs.

Penny could hear Jared's breathing getting heavier and heavier, shorter and shorter, and she knew he was going to freak out. "Jared, calm down. It's not as bad as it looks."

"Not as bad as it looks?!" The boy spun around, facing Penny. "You have a federal agent tied up in you basement while the entire town is looking for a serial killer – us! Are you crazy?!"

"Look, you weren't protesting when we killed those other kids, were you?" Penny placed her hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward. "That was all fun and games, right?!"

"That's different!" Jared groaned. "A fed..."

"Relax! The feds were already here, I had them totally fooled, and no one is suspecting us!"

There were a few moments of silence as Jared turned slowly away from his friend. Placing his hands on his head, he sighed. "This is too much..."

Penny frowned. "Well, it's too late to back out now."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is, Jared. We've gotta ride this out."

"And what are you gonna do with him?" The boy nodded at the incapacitated agent, who could do nothing more than watch the pair – begging that the boy would release him, or at least call for help.

"I dunno. Have some fun, I guess."

"This is too much, Penny. I can't do this!"

Penny's eyes darkened. "What do you mean?"

Still not facing the girl, Jared lowered his eyes to meet those of Dr. Reid. "This has gone too far already." He walked towards the young agent on the ground.

Penny rushed after him, grabbing his arm, twisting him around. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm letting him go! Maybe we can get off easier if we turn ourselves in!"

"No, you can't!" Penny yanked Jared's arm as he tried to make his way to the young doctor.

Spinning around, Jared grabbed the young girl's shoulders, pushing her down onto the ground. "Stop it, Penny! We can't do this anymore!" He turned away from the girl who just hit the ground and crouched down beside Reid. Reaching behind the young agent's back, he tried to reach his bounds. "I'm sorry about this..." he mumbled as he got hold of the rope tying down the frightened man.

Suddenly, Jared froze. A gurgle emerged from his throat as his eyes widened. His hands stopped working the knot keeping Reid restrained. Looking up at his possible savior, Reid saw the small trickle of blood making its way from the young man's mouth down his chin. As the young boy fell backwards onto the ground, Reid could see the knife in Penny's hand as she stood behind her latest victim, looking at the dying teen on the floor. "I told you no, Jared." Dropping the knife on the ground, the young girl grabbed the hands of the unconscious boy, and dragged him across the floor, placing him in the far left corner of the room.

Reid was terrified. A boy had just been brutally murdered two feet in front of him, and there had been nothing he could have done. One thing was for sure – Penny was not going to give up voluntarily. Dear god, help me.