Hello again. Hope you enjoy this next part...and that it answers a few questions!

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Nope, still not.

Reid hung from his restraints, his back growing more black-and-blue from Sienna's violent lashes. He bit back every scream and cry he wanted to let out, not wanting to give in to this crazy woman.

His clothes were gone. Like before, she had simply cut them off of his frame once he had been strung up from the ceiling.

"When I tell you to do something," she screeched, flailing her whip across his back and legs again and again, "you do it! Am I making myself clear?"

What, that you're insane? Absolutely. Stringing a man up and beating him to death does kind of give that impression…

Aloud, he said "Yes," very softly.

"What was that?" Sienna mocked. "I don't think I quite heard you…"

"Yes!" Reid cried out, absorbing yet another bite from the rough leather, this time across his side.

Satisfied, Sienna dropped the whip down onto the floor.

"Are you ready to come and eat now?" she asked, in a more calm tone.

Just as soon as I collapse and bleed to death…

Though the whip had been tipped, surprisingly there hadn't been a lot of blood drawn from Reid's form. The lashes had been hard enough to cause a lot of pain and shred his clothes for the few seconds they'd remained on, but not enough to cause major damage to his skin.

His tormentor stepped around his limp frame, studying him as though the young doctor were on display in a museum.

"Such beautiful features," she remarked, half to herself. "It's such a shame to have to mar them."

Then why?

"Look up at me," she commanded.

Not wanting to risk another go at this sort of torment, Reid obeyed.

"Now, apologize."

For what?

"I-I'm sorry…"

"For?"

Reid's mind swam. He tried to think of what he could say to pacify the crazy person standing in front of him.

"For…for not eating. It was wrong. I'm sorry."

Hopefully that does the trick…

The young man barely noticed being released form his restraints, but he did cry out as his bruised and beaten frame connected with the solid wood floor. He curled into a ball once more, wanting very much to just be left alone for a while.

"Take a minute or two and put some pants on," Sienna ordered him. "Then get out there and eat." With that, she stalked out of the room and returned to her own meal.

The thought of eating frightened Reid. He knew eventually he'd have to take in something, but eating something that the deranged person out there had prepared…

The young doctor shuddered at the thought.

"Well, I see you have learned your lesson," Sienna remarked brightly.

Reid walked into the small kitchen and took his seat. He was clad in only a pair of slacks and a scowl that darkened his face. The thought of having to "follow" his captor's "instructions" irked the young man to no end, and the idea of him having to sit to dinner half-naked was humiliating.

Sienna handed him a plate, loaded with everything she'd set on the table two hours before. "Here. Eat."

Picking up his fork, Reid slowly began to clear the plate. Though he was starving, he forced himself to take his time, mentally checking every bite for some hint of poison or foreign substance.

"You're awfully quiet," Sienna complained. "Don't you have anything to talk about?"

Oh, the possibilities are endless, Reid thought. For starters, why me? Why the elaborate prison? Am I being taped? Am I being watched? How soon before you just slit my throat and be done with it? Does anyone know I'm even missing?

"How…how did I get here?" he asked cautiously.

Smiling, Sienna rested her head upon her arms, which were balancing upward on her elbows. "Oh, yes. That. Well, it really was rather easy…you seem to take a high dose of sleeping serum quite well."

Reid's brows crinkled.

"Yep, just a little shot. You never felt a thing, tired as you were. A male friend of mine carried you out; he remarked that you were awfully light, and that I should fatten you up a bit."

Better people have tried, lady, the young agent thought, thinking of the countless times Morgan and Garcia had basically shoved food down his throat—and that was on top of all the Twinkies and dark chocolate he usually found himself eating throughout the day.

"After that it was just a matter of placing you on your bed. Worked, too—you didn't notice a thing, I bet." She smiled, a little too sweetly.

"Why me?" Reid asked.

"Ah, yes. The eternal question, isn't it?"

You have no idea.

"Rack that wonderful memory of yours. You remember I promised you that we'd be seeing each other again?"

Reid recalled. He'd been greeted with a sly smile and a knife tip perched at his stomach. He nodded, his mouth full of stuffing.

"Well, after a while, I realized that the best way to make the bastard pay for what he'd done was to take away his own 'special person," Sienna continued. "Plus, I was able to have a glimpse into what a 'real' relationship was like…my one friend and her new husband were quite the pair, perfectly matched…"

Hope sank like a rock in Reid's stomach. "M-matched?"

"Yeah. It was beautiful. And then I figured, so were you…"

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. She's planning to 'keep' me as a 'mate'…and all to destroy Gideon?

But, how is she going to do that?

Struggling to remain calm and collected, Reid asked, "How would keeping me destroy Gideon? I'm certain no one knows I'm here…"

At least, that's how it worked before…

"Oh? Well, don't look too closely at the walls and fixtures, then."

"Why…?"

"Because you're being watched."

Reid, startled at this last statement, dropped his fork and backed away from the table. His eyes began glancing over every inch of visible surface, looking for the camera he was sure was hidden somewhere…

"Relax," Sienna cooed. "They're well hidden, and not that obvious. I doubt you could find them all, even if you tore the place apart to splinters. But, there they are, broadcasting to a server run by a friend, who is streaming them to that little tech girl's computer farm as we speak. By the time everyone comes back to work, there'll be all sorts of images to peruse..."

The young man wanted to vomit. His life, just as it had been before, was being videotaped for all to see. He had been completely stripped of his privacy, and because he could not see the cameras, there was no way to figure out where to direct a written note or message to alert the team to what was going on, or to help them find him.

Thankfully, Reid had finished what was on his plate. He didn't think he could swallow another bite, not after the news he'd heard.

There was, however, one last bit of hope.

"It'll take a few days for Gideon and the others to figure out I'm not at home," Reid reasoned aloud. "But when they do, they'll come looking for me…"

"I expected nothing less," Sienna replied. "And when they do, all roads will lead, far, far away from here. I think your friends need a little longer vacation—and a trip to Anchorage, Alaska in the search for you might be just the time they need…"

Alaska?! Oh, God…where the hell am I?!