So the last half of this chap isn't mine; it was given to me ever so kindly by the brilliant Addicted Archangel, with consensus from the very talented LoveThief. Thanks to both, and hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. --Duh.--
It had been five days since Reid was chained to the headboard of 'his' bed.
It had been nearly nine days since he'd woken up in his color-coordinated and patterned hell.
His head pounded. Reid couldn't remember the last thing he'd ate, and even if he could, he figured he had probably thrown it up by now.
The young man shivered. Sienna had deliberately turned down the heat in the tiny room, making it impossible to keep warm with nothing but a thin sheet separating him from the persistent chill.
I would love a pair of flannel boxers right now, he thought.
That and eighteen pieces of peanut butter toast.
A growl escaped from his violently protesting insides. Reid was certain that he'd lost at least twenty pounds due to the forced starvation.
I lose any more weight and I'll certainly freeze to death.
He was tired. Tired of being treated like some sort of object that was to be taken out for a deranged woman's amusement and then locked in a closet somewhere when not needed.
There were the faint sounds of footsteps in the hallway. Reid took note of the gentle slap-slap sound those slippers made.
Screwing up his courage, Reid called out, "Hey! Either let me out of here or just kill me, why don't you? A few more days of this, and it won't really matter…"
The footsteps quickened. There was a sharp strike to the door, followed by a shout.
"You want out of there? Then you had better apologize."
That's it? Apologize? Okay…
"I'm…I'm sorry, Sienna."
"For what?"
"For trying to escape. For trying to destroy what should be our home. For not appreciating what it is you do for me." The bile in his throat rose higher with every sentence he spoke.
There was a pause. Finally the door opened.
"Very well. I accept."
She strode over and produced a small key; within a few moments his wrist was released and he could sit up. The first thing Reid did was begin walking over to the closet to put on some clothes.
"Who told you you could get dressed?" Sienna said, her voice rising.
Reid stopped, staring.
"I said, who told you you could get dressed?"
"I just…"
"Oh, you thought that was it, huh? I let you off the bed and everything's okay, right?"
Reid didn't know what to say to this. He was still staring at Sienna, trying hard not to shiver too much or to let go of his sheet.
"Drop the sheet."
Reid clung tighter, and ever so slowly took a step closer toward the closet.
"Fine. Go ahead—there's nothing in there."
In disbelief, Reid threw open the closet door. There was nothing inside but a few plastic hangers and a short length of stray thread.
"How…"
"You sleep like a log. When you're dreaming, you make so much noise that a full-blown army of elephants could hear you."
He stared at his captor, now clutching the sheet wrapped around him as if his life depended on it.
Sienna walked over to the top dresser drawer and produced a small digital camera. She let her hands flitter over a few buttons and the device crackled and whirred brightly.
"Yeah, the apology was just for my benefit. I figured it was about time you put yourself to a more 'interesting' use."
"No, Sienna. I won't let you…"
"Won't let me? Take a look around, Spencer. Do you really think you're in any position to tell me I can't?"
Eyes widened, Reid realized that she was right. He also realized that even if he managed to get himself out of this room, she'd simply inflict her will on him in another—perhaps even the 'punishment' room.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked softly. It didn't really matter to him at this point if the answer was evasive and Iago-like in nature.
"Why?" Sienna parroted. "Because, Spencer. Because I think you are absolutely beautiful. Because it pains you deeply to open yourself up to me. Because I think I may be in love with you. Because I can. Now, get up on the bed and get rid of the sheet, or I may decide we need to head into another, more personal, room for these shots…"
Reid let the thin cloth fall to the floor at once. He remembered the last time he'd "apologized" to her in front of a camera.
Is there any sort of humiliation she isn't willing to put me through? Any scrap of dignity she'll allow me to keep?
As he sat on the bed, placing his limbs into various positions chosen by the insane woman with the camera, he tried not to let the tears of humiliation show too much.
The last time, in the oubliette, had been bad.
This time was even worse.
"That's good", Sienna quipped as she let the camera click repeatedly. "Now lay back and bend one knee towards your chest and put your arms over your head; hold on to the headboard. Yeah, like that. Now put your tongue out! Tease me!"
Reid felt nauseous as he complied with Sienna's "instructions", all the while trying to mentally block out the situation he was in.
What is she going to do with these pictures? Oh, God – please don't let her put them on the internet...
After a few more changes of position, Sienna smiled and put the camera in her pocket. "All right, sweetheart. Move yourself off the bed and into the bathroom. I want to get some nice shots of you in the bathtub."
Reid froze.
The bathtub? No... Not there!
"Sienna..." he began. "I can't... I won't go into the bathroom."
The young woman looked at him, superiority in her eyes. "Oh, yes, you will."
"No. I refuse to go in there." He propped himself on the bed, grabbing a pillow to shield himself with.
Sienna pursed her mouth and sighed. "Well then." Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a palm-sized black device and held it in her hand.
"Do you really think you have anything to say when it comes to making a decision, Spencer?" The annoyance in her voice was more than obvious as she slightly waved the device before her.
Reid remained silent. Not quite knowing what the deranged woman had in her hand, he prefered not to anger her at this moment.
"You will do as I say, when I say it – haven't you learned that yet?" She held the device in front of her and squeezed it tightly. The jumping blue spark danced between its conductors, emitting a strong buzzing sound that made Reid shudder.
A stun gun? Is she insane?!
Well, yes, actually, I think we've already established that pretty well...
"Now move." The chipper tone in Sienna's voice had been replaced with sheer determination.
Reid realized there was no use in arguing with the demented woman. He slowly slid out of bed, not letting go of the pillow he clutched over his most personal parts. Not that there was any use in hiding them anymore. They had been exposed on so many occasions, Reid had nearly forgotten what being covered in those areas felt like.
"Lose the pillow and move it!" Sienna was getting annoyed. Reid didn't want her getting annoyed, so he quickly let the pillow fall to the floor and swiftly moved himself out into the hallway towards the bathroom.
Aren't you done with this yet? Just leave me alone, you crazy bitch!
Sorry, Mom, he hastily added. I know I shouldn't say that, but I think you'd agree that right now this is one of those 'exceptions.'
Opening the door, he stepped onto the cold tiles. The reflection in the mirror across the room made him shake. His face was paler than ever, and his eyes had even darker rings under them. But what caught his eye the most was how sunken in his cheeks were.
He nearly resembled a skeleton.
"Good boy, Spencer!" The chipper tone had returned as Sienna once again had the small camera in her hand. "Into the tub! I ran a bath for you earlier; now go on and make yourself pretty for the camera!"
Motioning him to get into the whirlpool, she readied the camera and began snapping pictures of him the moments his toes hit the surface.
Maybe I can hide under the surface...
"No, don't sit down!" Sienna shook her head as Reid tried to submerge himself in the steaming hot water. "Face me, put your hands on the edge and lean over. Just like that. Now spreak your legs and look straight into the camera."
Licking her lips as Reid moved to comply, she snapped a few more candid shots. "Just like that... Oh, Spencer – you have no idea how gorgeous you are. Soak yourself. I want to see you all wet and drippy."
Blissfully, Reid let himself sink below the surface. Holding his breath, he wished he could stay there forever and never return to the nightmare waiting on the other side of the water. His wish was abruptly yanked from him as a hand gripped his hair, pulling his head over the surface.
"That's enough. Now stand up. I want to look at you."
Reid stood up, water dripping off his tousled curls down onto his face. The tears he shed were conveniently hidden by the water drizzling along his cheeks.
The thoughtful look on Sienna's face made him wince.
Oh God. What is she thinking about now? Haven't I been humiliated enough?
"You know..." she began, rubbing her chin. "I've always had an aversion to hair. At least hair that's not on the head. And you know what – that's a little too much for my taste." Grabbing a razor and a bottle of shaving cream, she handed it to Reid who sheepishly took them.
"What am I supposed to...?" Then it dawned on him.
No! She can't be serious!
"Sienna, I'm not… You expect me to shave...there?!" The panic was rather obvious as his voice cracked.
"Yes. And you will, unless you want me to get angry. Do you want me to get angry?" She lifted an eyebrow and looked at him inquiringly.
Reid knew that look well. It wasn't a question.
Slowly, he squeezed out some foam in his hand, and began rubbing it over what little hair he had below his belly button. As tears streamed down his face, he managed to see clear enough not to cut himself as he let the razor slide over the nearly smooth skin.
She's insane. She's depraved. What kind of perverted pleasure can she get out of this?! And she's still taking pictures!
The camera went snap every now and then, until Sienna decided he was smooth enough.
"Okay, that's good. Now rinse off and stand up."
Complying, Reid soon stood before her, knee deep in water, smooth as the day he was born. The humiliation he had felt in the cold, dark cell a year ago had been nothing compared to this. He couldn't meet her eyes, but looked at the floor.
"Now, Spencer, I want to watch you. Show me what you can do."
Reid stood as frozen. The though of having to 'show himself off' again to his psychotically insane captor made him want to vomit right where he stood.
"Go on."
The young doctor slowly let his hands wander over his torso, squeezing his eyes shut. Every faint touch and gentle brush of his fingertips sent waves of nausea into his head and stomach. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right where he stood, if only to be relieved from this hell.
"Lower."
His hands dropped to his stomach, stroking the soft skin and bones protruding from his emaciated body.
"Go lower. Work it for me."
As his hands fell below his waist, Reid could no longer hold his tears to a quiet sob, but broke out crying. He could feel his hands moving around his parts, but didn't want to consciously realize he was doing it.
"Now get off." Holding the camera in front of her face, Sienna smiled as she watched the man before her, stroking every inch of his body.
But that was the last straw for the young doctor. He was not about to give her that satisfaction. He was not going to do that, not in front of the camera, not ever again!
"No! No, Sienna – I won't! That's it!" he yelled. "I will not be your lap dog anymore!"
Not three seconds passed before Sienna had dropped the camera in the laundry hamper and stepped up beside the tub.
"You'll do as I tell you, Spencer Reid!"
"No!" Reid's voice cracked as he cried through the tears.
Taking one step back, Sienna pulled out the stun gun, holding it in front of her. "Spencer..."
Reid suddenly realized that opposing a insane woman with a stun gun while standing knee-deep in water might not have been the best idea he'd ever come up with. Before he even had the chance to open his mouth to apologize or say anything, however, Sienna was already at the tub.
Pushing the stun gun into his abdomen, she squeezed it tightly.
The pain was indescribable. The electricity shot through every inch of his body, making him jerk uncontrollably. He screamed in agony as he fell back into the tub, his head crashing against the tiles before he slipped down under the water, unconscious.
Sienna turned the stun gun off as she placed it back in her back pocket. "Why don't you just listen to me, Spencer? You're supposed to be a genius, for Christ's sake." She reached into the tub, grabbing the young man by the arms. "Haven't you gotten it through that well filled brain of yours that you always listen to the crazy lady!?"
She hauled him out of the tub, and he landed on the tile floor with a dull thud. Turning the young doctor over on his stomach, she banged her fist on his back a few times before he began coughing and spitting up water.
Sienna rose as she brushed off some of the water clinging to her clothes. "Maybe you learned something this time." Grabbing the camera from the hamper, she took a towel from a hanger. "Cover yourself up. You're pathetic." She threw the towel on the young man struggling on the floor and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Reid tried to sit up, but his sore and aching form simply would not allow it. Pulling the towel over his body, he curled up into a fetal position, still shaking from the shock and the pain still lingering in his body.
Good God, he thought feverishly. I have got to get out of here!