Title: Huis clos
Author: Haldol
Translator: Shannon
Fan-Fic Of: Criminal Minds
Theme(s): Angst, Crime, Drama,
Rating: M
Warnings: Abuse, M/M, Rape
Note: I translated it to the best of my ability so you might or may mot get confused. If you do I'm very sorry!
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Chapter 3
These are the his hands that he felt first. Hands taking by the shoulders and trying to meet.
"I'm sorry, sorry..." repeated again and again Tobias.
Reid, lying on the ground, had difficulty resuming knowledge. He was struggling to open his eyes and something flowed over his face. Reid wiped his hands shackled his spotted tempe and found that it was his own blood.
Tobias, crouching near Reid, raised his powerful arm and put him on his chair.
Reid saw the image of his torturer through a soft veil. He couldn't fix his gaze. He had the feeling of being at the edge of a coma, the impression he was still going to faint. He tried to speak, but fails.
"Spencer?" whispered Tobias wiping blood from Reid face with a handkerchief "It is thy name, is it...?"
Reid suddenly recaptured hope: it was first called him by his first name. He told him, the day of his kidnapping, who he was. But Tobias had it until then depersonalized. If it was, it was good sign, right? He saw perhaps as someone...and not as a human toy he kept prisoner.
Reid managed to articulate three words in a very low voice: "I have...difficulty"
"I know, I know... My father..." Tobias jaw contracted rabies. He seemed genuinely angry with this other part of himself. And no doubt it was truly, thought Spencer. It was characteristic of the duplication of personality.
Tobias anchored his saliva the handkerchief to remove the last traces of blood dried on Ried's temple. He put all his heart to heal his victim, even though it was quite rustic way. He then slid his fingers in Spencer, hair to repel a wick glued by blood. "I'm going search on... what it takes..." whispered while rising.
And Tobias disappeared a few moments.
When he returned, he had with him a syringe and two bottles, a full, one seriously began: "Dilaudid…" whispered Tobias as he knelt near Reid.
In the eyes of the young man he was holding his mercy, Tobias could read the need... the desire... envy.
He prepared the Withers, lifted the sleeve of Spencer, and approached her arm bleeding needle without so stick it.
Tobias approached Reid scarred face and whispered in her neck: "tell the me... Tell me you that it make you feel good..."
Reid understood the intellectual mechanism to break: should he asks, he claims, he begged. Tobias wanted him to make his last weapons, be submitted to the end. A slave of drugs.
Reid wanted to survive, he would have wanted to be strong. But he was wrong, so evil! And it was so much need to lose his mind in the artificial paradise, exile far away from the Earth's hell.
He had his shoot, its dose.
He needed this injection as he never had as much need for something in the world!
"Tell the me..."repeated Tobias in a calm and gentle voice.
Reid, vanquished, is fully submitted to Tobias and obeys: "I ... I want that" God as it was hard to say! "...do me good..." The voice and the look of Reid were supplicants: "... is it, Please..."
So, needle it slid into the vein, and Reid felt product spread in him. He began to soar.
More physical pain, more distress.
Ecstasy and temporary enjoyment of paradise artificials…
It was far away, now.
Very far...
And still crouching near him, Tobias looked sinking.
A follow...