Movie Star
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. All original characters are.
No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight of the soul. - Ingrid Bergman.
"Garcia – I want that torn apart. I need you to find out where that message was sent from. I need to be one hundred percent certain that is who it appears to be. I need you to find out where the hell he is, and whose voice that is – though I suspect I already know that answer."
He spun and left the room. Hot angry tears prickling behind his eyes. All he had wanted was to show Reid some fun at Christmas. This was not meant to happen. Haley was not meant to be dead, this was all wrong. Aaron slammed his office door behind him and locked it. He leaned on the door and put his head in his hands and sobbed.
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Spencer was left to sleep. They left the bowl of rice and a bowl of water with strict instructions not to use his hands. He lay and looked at it. He needed to at least drink. He could manage that. He could sip it from the rim and that is ok. That isn't being like an animal. He shuffled slowly forwards. He had pains shooting up his arms and through his feet as each movement reminded him of what had happened. He sipped carefully from the edge of the bowl. The water was stale and bitter but it quenched his thirst. The thought of crawling back to the corner was too much, so he lay on the floor next to the water and rice and closed his eyes in the bright white light he was being kept in.
He had no idea how long he had been curled up on the hard floor when Taki Otikami came in and kicked him gently awake. Spencer opened his eyes to see a not very happy looking Japanese face looking down at him.
"Show me your hands."
Reid slowly uncurled his arms from around him and held out his throbbing hands and fingers to be inspected. Otikami didn't touch them. He just looked and frowned.
"On your back, now quickly."
Reid rolled over slowly and was going to try to pull his arms around him again not knowing what he had planned this time. Quick nimble fingers pulled at the ties holding the small jacket together at the front.
"Take it off."
Slowly and carefully, wincing in pain he sat up slightly and let the jacket fall off his arms. He lay back down again with big eyes watching Otikami, ready to defend himself.
"Kneel."
Again slowly and carefully he did as he was told. This way he wasn't getting hit, this way he was letting his body heal a bit more. This way he had time to form a plan. This way there was a chance of rescue - of Aaron or Floyd finding him. He just had to stay alive until then. He felt the careful almost gentle hands on his neck.
"Just do what they ask and it will be alright. Don't resist. You must show obedience at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Hardly audible.
"Keep your head down – look at no body unless you are told to. Follow me."
Spencer glanced up to see Otikami leave the small cramped room with a chain in his hand going back to the collar around his neck. He felt a sudden jerk and moved slowly – painfully – forwards once and then stopped.
"No." He wasn't going to be taken down the corridor like a dog on a leash. He wasn't going to do this.
He saw the feet returning to him. "I will drag you down the corridor if I need to. You will come with me. You will keep your mouth shut. I am trying to help you here. Just do it."
Shaking of the head. "I won't do it. I won't be treated like an animal."
Reid was still on his knees, his forearms resting on the floor. "You will do it. You will. If I have to tie you up like a pig and drag you – it will happen and you will do it. Now crawl."
"No."
Otikami let out a sigh. "I was trying to help you. I delivered your message. You owe me or the next message will not be as pleasing for them to see." He pulled again on the chain.
Reid moved his hands up and slowly with tears of pain running down his face wrapped his fingers around the chain. "No. I won't do it."
He felt the chain loosen again and could see the sandaled feet again. A hand in his hair pulling his head up so their eyes met. "They will kill you if you don't obey. There are plenty more pretty white trash boys where you came from. You are not special. You are not unique. You are replaceable. Any bit of street scum can replace you Spencer. You need to understand that. You need to know that you are only here because the three of us wanted to keep you. You would have died back there nailed to the floor. Remember that. Remember that you are a bit of a problem for these people. Remember that Spencer. Any sign that you are resisting and they will end the problem with your head being taken from your shoulders, and Aaron Hotchner will be getting a lovely surprise in the mail – or will they post your body parts to the lovely Garcia? Think about it. When you are ready Mr FBI start to crawl."
Reid looked him in his dark almond shaped eyes. "You can't intimidate me Taki." He caught movement at the door and saw Andanatchi bend down to look at him in the face.
"He causing problems Taki San? I will fix it for you."
The hands left his hair and he looked down at the floor. His hands locked around the chain
"It won't be a problem for much longer. Maybe a slight change of plan is needed."
Firstly the pain in his hands as the chain was suddenly pulled again. He started to fall forwards trying to put his arms down to stop the fall, but he was now being dragged. The collar cutting into his neck.
Reid yelped and shouted out in pain as he was dragged by the chain and collar out of the room and down a small dark corridor. He started to kick out with his feet in an attempt to get purchase on something to slow the momentum, but pain was too much. He could see they greyness slipping across his vision as the collar cut off his air supply and his broken hands and feet bled and seeped puss. By the time they reached the destination the darkness had clouded his mind and he had stopped struggling.
In the back of his mind he could feel hands touching him. He was laying on his back and in a dream he could feel someone straddle him and touch his chest. There seemed to be no pain. There never was in his dreams. Just the gentle hands moving over him and feeling safe but it was a dream. He knew is this was Floyd then the pain would start soon. But just for now. For his minute he could lay here half dreaming and wish.
He tried to move his arms, and then realised he was restrained. Not a totally new experience but this was beginning to feel wrong. He tried to get his brain to wake up. He felt groggy and drugged. His hands tied to something above his head. His feet tied to something to keep his legs still, and someone was on him and touching and – oh god someone was sucking at the flesh around his jawline.
And now another set of hands moving over his legs and up towards his hips. His dream became confused. Hair tickling was tickling him and moaning sounds. His moaning and whimpers getting louder. "Floyd?" he muttered trying to pull his brain out of the numbing drugs and back to reality.
Spencer opened his eyes to see a set of almond eyes looking back. A smile full of teeth and lips with lipstick. A girl? She didn't look much more than fourteen.
"Get off me!" and he was writhing trying to dislodge this child from him. "Get her off me!" Shouting and feeling sick. Feeling the hands and the mouth on him from somewhere and looking at the smiling face and feeling another set of hands running slowly down his face and he had a look of horror and revulsion on his face.
"CUT!"
And they slid away from him. Hardly old enough to be classed as adults. Spencer looked over and saw the cameras and the people watching and nodding and smiling.
Spencer closed his eyes tight and tried to slip back into the dream he had been having. Where he was safe. Where he felt loved. But the voice at his shoulder wouldn't let him yet.
"I wonder how Aaron will feel when he gets this little gem delivered. Do you have a special message for him – you know, so he knows it is a gift from you?"
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