Chapter two

Spencer groaned as he turned over and he automatically reached for Morgan. When he didn't feel him next to him, Spencer opened his eyes slowly and regretted it instantly. Searing pain lanced through his head and he felt like he was going to be sick. Spencer closed his eyes again and tried to remember what had happened. He remembered reading the case file and Morgan dragging him to the bed, but he could recall nothing more. Spencer opened his eyes again and looked around.

The room he was in was a small and had grey walls. There was a table with his messenger bag on it and the door was made of metal with a small window in it. Then Spencer noticed the weight around his neck. He reached up and found that he was wearing a dog collar that had been padlocked shut in the back. It was made of thick leather and there were sharp studs embedded in it near the back. He turned and saw that there was a thick chain attached to the collar that had been attached to a stake in the wall. There was a loop in the front for a lead chain as well. Spencer pulled on the chain and was shocked for his trouble. The shock wasn't strong, but it hurt nonetheless.

Spencer stood up and had to lean against the wall because his legs were so weak. His head still ached and before he could walk more than three steps, he heard someone coming to the door. He backtracked quickly, falling back down onto the bed. Spencer watched the window and saw a pair of dark eyes.

"Good morning Spencer Reid." The man said quietly. His voice was low and gravelly. It held almost no emotion and Spencer shuddered. The man watched him for a few minutes before leaving him alone again. Spencer curled up on the bed as his stomach tied itself in knots. He sat in silence for over an hour before he heard someone scream in agony, the scream made his throat close up and his heart ache. He knew his lover's voice and the psycho who had captured them was torturing Morgan.

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Morgan was chained down to a cold concrete floor with his arms and legs spread out. He had been blindfolded and had on nothing but his pants. He shivered violently from the ice water that had been poured on his body numerous times over the last few hours. He had heard the person walk away from him again and heard the door slam shut.

'Where is Spencer?' Morgan thought exhausted from the torture he had endured already. 'I hope he isn't going through this, I don't think he could stand the pain for long.'

The door opened and Morgan groaned as he was doused in ice water again. Then he felt the person's hands running over his body and then he felt the sharp edge of a knife being pressed against his skin. He didn't feel the initial cut, but he felt the blade digging deeper into his body. Morgan clenched his teeth and refused to let the sick bastard have the satisfaction of hearing him scream. The blade stopped and was pulled back from the left side of his chest. Morgan heard the clicking of a lighter and then nothing but the person's breathing for a few minutes. The blood running down his side warmed him slightly and then he felt the blade being pressed back against his side. The knife burned and he let out a scream of pain as the hot blade was stabbed deeper into his chest than it had been before.

The knife was pulled away and Morgan felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, but the bastard had other plans. More ice water was poured over him and then he felt the sick bastard's tongue against his wounded side. Morgan shuddered and felt hands running down his body. He yanked on the unyielding chains again and was bitten above the wound. He groaned and struggled to remain conscious but the flood of pain from his body would not let him, he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Spencer sat back on the bed feeling defeated. His neck was rubbed raw from trying to get to the door and his hands were bloody from trying to get the collar off his neck. After the scream there had been no sound at all from beyond the door. He could reach his messenger bag but there was nothing in it that could help him and he was becoming very thirsty. He had gotten sick during his struggles and his head had stopped throbbing. Spencer drew his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them. The sound of a door slamming made him look up. The man was watching him through the window again and he heard the man laugh.

"You cannot escape Reid. Every time you try I'll let you hear your lover scream in pain and if you try to injure yourself, I'll show you what I'm doing to him. This is his blood you know." The man said holding up a bloody hand to the window. Spencer launched himself forward and was stopped short by the chain. He swore at the man and the man just laughed. "You better save your strength Reid, you'll need it soon."

Spencer watched him walk away and collapsed onto the floor. He felt tears running down his face, but he didn't care. It was his fault that Morgan was being tortured and there was nothing he could do about it but wait for the torture that was going to happen to him. Spencer crawled back to the bad and curled up in the corner. He sobbed himself to sleep and dreamed of Morgan.

TBC…

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