Reid's heart sank.

She's going to send them on a wild goose chase in hopes that they'll give up. Considering the time and effort she put in last time, plus what it took to build this place, she might just manage it…

I may be on my own this time.

A chill rose up the young man's spine, and it wasn't because of the temperature.

He focused his gaze across the table, at the young woman who seemed, for all intents and purposes to be perfectly lucid and rational.

I have to get inside her head. If I can get an edge, any kind of edge, maybe I can end this and save myself.

Picking up his fork again, he began picking at the green beans.

"It's cold in here," he said simply, acting as if her last comment had not affected him in the least.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"There's an answer for that," she said, and made her way out of the room.

As soon as she left, Reid quickly leapt from his seat. He began running his fingers along the countertops, searching the light fixtures overhead, checking all of the drawers. To his surprise, there were a few drawers that were locked tight; no amount of pulling would open them.

What's she got in there? he wondered.

"Looking for something?" a voice echoed over his shoulder.

Startled, the young agent jumped at least a foot in the air. His hands instantly released the drawer handles and he stood as still as he could.

"Can't have you hurting yourself, Spencer," she cooed, tapping the faceplate on the drawer. "So the sharp objects need to be locked up."

Terrific. No wonder I couldn't find the chopping block earlier.

"It's late," Sienna said finally. "It's been a long day. I'm going to turn in." She turned on her heel and sauntered down a hallway on the opposite side of the living room—one Reid had previously thought led to his laundry room. "Sleep well."

Once he heard the door close, he scoured every inch of the house—save the "punishment room," as Reid now thought of it. Wherever the cameras were hidden, they were hidden well.

Maybe she's bluffing. Maybe there aren't any cameras at all.

But then, past experience tells me that she's into the voyeuristic…

He fought the urge to yawn. He was tired, all of a sudden.

Maybe I'm just tired.

Or maybe she did put something in the food…

There was no way to know. Sienna wasn't the type who would give a straight answer, in any case. Reid had learned that lesson before.

Stumbling into his own room, he once again shut and locked the door. He wasn't in the mood for his captor to make a "surprise visit" while he slept.

I'm going to lay down. I'm going to get some sleep. In the morning, I'll be focused and ready to work out a plan. Right now I feel like I could just collapse.

He quickly put on no less than three pairs of pajamas, planning ahead for the possibility that Sienna might just let herself in. He wasn't about to be without clothing, not if he could help it.

Flipping off the light, he was surprised to see a small nightlight turn itself on. He walked the six steps to the bed, pulled down the covers, and fell fast asleep.

The cold touch of metal woke Reid with a start.

"What the…" he began, faltering his words in his half-waking state, but his mind soon cleared when he saw what it was that woke him.

It was a knife. And not just any knife—it was a long eight inch double-edged dagger, custom made to fit a woman's hand.

"So peaceful," cooed a voice. "So handsome. So delicate. Are you awake, Spencer?" it asked.

Reid stared at the cold weapon, wide eyed. He nodded, his head tipping just a fraction of an inch.

"Good," she said. "You were right, you know. It is cold in here…cold and lonely."

The blade trailed across the soft skin of his throat. "Are you lonely?"

Reid didn't move a muscle. He remained perfectly still, never taking his eyes off the young woman who was nearly on top of him. His breath came out in shallow, ragged gasps as he tried to control his growing fear.

"No matter, I suppose," she finished for him. In a silky voice, she said, "Come on, let's see you out of those covers…"

Swallowing hard, Reid moved very slowly in an effort to comply. The cold touch of metal never left his skin as Sienna trailed the blade up and down his skin.

"That's good," she said, almost purring like a contented cat. Swishing the blade towards the middle of the bed, she said "Now crawl up over here."

Shaking, the young man complied.

"So beautiful," she said, her eyes gazing at his features. Reid knew that look—it was one he hoped never to see again.

"Now take off those clothes," she said, letting the blade play over his shoulders, his back, and his abdomen as she circled his thin frame.

Oh God. Not this again…

The blade pressed into his skin harder. Reid gasped as he felt it bite into his flesh, drawing a small, thin line into the side of his torso. Tiny drops of blood began to form along the ridge of the cut, attempting to repair the damage that had been done.

"Take them off," she said, her voice hardening just a little.

Fighting off the wave of nausea and humiliation that was washing over him in gulfs, Reid quickly moved his fingers toward the hem of his first pajama top.

Good thing I put on three layers, he thought.

"No," Sienna said sharply. In a more seductive tone, she said, "Take them off very slowly. I want a good view of your 'performance.'"

Dear God, he thought. She's going to make me 'put on a show…'

And if I don't, that blade will most definitely find a home inside my skin…

Reid fought back tears of shame as he tried to comply with Sienna's 'request.' He worked off all three layers of pajama top, then slowly worked off the pants portions.

"Go on, show yourself off," she said softly. "Don't hide those beautiful features on my account."

Reid knew what she wanted him to do, and the thought of having to do it was unbearable to him.

But I don't have a choice.

Willing his hands to comply with his captor's demand, he let his fingertips trail up his skinny legs, work their way over his thin torso, and run up his arms. He did this ever so slowly, heightening his own disgust and his tormentor's sick pleasure.

"Oooh. Very, very nice, Spencer," she cooed in delight. "Now let's get rid of those boxers, shall we?" The blade ran across his waist, nicking at the elastic of the waistbands and at the soft flesh around his middle.

Reid felt his tears, hot and stinging, trail down his cheeks as he complied with Sienna's demand. He could feel his fingers unwillingly removing the last shred of modesty he had left, leaving him completely exposed and in full view of the woman who seemed to be grotesquely infatuated with him.

"Now stand up, very slowly, and turn around," she said. "I want to get a good view of everything there is to offer…"

The young man felt like he was on display again, only this time in some sick sort of Chippendales show. He turned slowly, clenching his eyes closed as Sienna drank in the sight of his naked form.

"Oh. Oh, oh, oh….lovely," she breathed. "Simply lovely. Now, come closer…I want to get the 'full experience."

Christ!

Reid froze.

"Come now, don't be shy…"