Chapter three

Morgan woke in the same position that he had been in before. His whole body ached and he heard someone walking around the room. He tested the chains and found that they had been loosened and that he could sit up if he wanted to. Morgan was still blindfolded and he decided to sit up. When he did though, pain lanced from his side to his back and then up his spine. He groaned quietly and felt a hand on the back of his neck. There was pressure and then a weight around his neck. Morgan reached up and when his hands reached the knot, he was yanked backwards by his neck.

"You weren't given permission to touch that." Said his captor yanking hard again. The collar around his neck began to choke him and Morgan let his hands fall away from the collar. The pressure around his neck slackened and he was able to breathe again. "Your lover is worried about you Morgan. He hurt himself trying to help you. Do you want to taste some of his blood?"

Morgan's temper got the better of him and he tried to get up. The man yanked on the chain again and Morgan's head hit the floor hard, making him see stars. He felt the man kick his wounded side and then in the groin. He groaned and curled up as much as he could. The chains restricted much of his mobility and he felt another kick to his back. Morgan heard someone yelling in the distance, but he didn't understand what the person was saying. The man kicked him hard in the head and then there was nothing but darkness.

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Spencer watched the man beat Morgan and began to plead with him to stop. The man just kept beating Morgan, even after he fell unconscious. He pulled hard against the chains that were still holding him and made the wounds on his hands bleed. The shocks were getting increasingly stronger as he pulled and it became hard for him to hold the chain. His hands were going numb from the voltage.

Spencer heard the door opening and he backed up to the wall, avoiding the bed. The man had dark brown hair that was cut short, like a Marine buzz cut, and his eyes were as dark as pieces of coal. He was a large man and it looked like he worked out everyday. Spencer shivered as the man looked up and down his body. He was looking at him with predatory eyes that made Spencer want to run.

"Did you like the show?" He asked stalking towards Spencer with a lecherous grin on his face. Spencer tried to dodge out of his reach, but was trapped between the wall and the bed. "I see you didn't. Maybe you'd enjoy a show of your own. Maybe you'd like to find out what I'll do to you."

Spencer stayed quiet, knowing that the man was just ranting for the moment. Then he suddenly grabbed the chain and yanked hard; sending Spencer to his knees. Spencer suppressed a groan of pain and then his head connected with the wall behind him. Spencer saw stars and before he could move, the man grabbed his hair and threw him down to the ground. Spencer felt blood running down the back of his neck and his body began to shake. The man's foot connected with his ribs and the air was knocked out of his body.

"You locked my brother up in jail and he was killed there." The man said before kicking him hard in the groin. Another kick landed just below his right clavicle. Spencer felt the bone snapping and cried out. "He was killed because of you."

The man reached down and took a hold of his hair again, pulling him to his feet. Spencer was held there while the man took out a hunting knife. He struggled when the man began to cut through the fabric of his thin shirt and the man placed the blade under his left eye.

"Keep struggling and you lose this eye first. And if you scream, I'll take the other one." He whispered putting a small amount of pressure on the blade, making Spencer hold as still as he possibly could. The man continued to cut away the fabric and Spencer noticed movement on the screen on the far wall. The one he had watched the man torture Morgan on. He saw Hotch and Rossi rescuing Morgan, but he kept his face the way it was. He knew it was a matter of time before they found him.

The man had finished with his shirt and he began to run the knife's edge lightly over Spencer's chest. Thin lines of blood began to form. The man did this only seven time before throwing Spencer onto the bed. He ran his hands over Spencer's body and then licked the blood away. Spencer's body started to convulse under the man's touch. Then, Hotch and Rossi came in with their guns raised.

"Get off him and put your hands up, or we will shoot!" Rossi said in a deathly calm voice. Spencer turned his head to look at then, but the man hit him hard across the face and reached for the knife. He never stood a chance; Hotch and Rossi shot him each three times. The body fell on top of Spencer, but he didn't notice the weight, just the blood. Then Morgan came through the door and Spencer passed out.

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Spencer woke to the sound of a heart monitor beeping and realized that it was his own heart he was listening to. Morgan was sitting beside him in a wheelchair, eating his Jell-O. Spencer smiled at him weakly and Morgan leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then he kissed him deeply.

"Welcome back." Morgan whispered in his ear. "I love you Spencer Reid."

"And I love you too, but stop eating my Jell-O." Spencer said back reaching for the Jell-O. Morgan laughed and fed him a spoonful.

Three days later they were out of the hospital and spending a week at home to recover.

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