Hey everyone! Sorry once again fro the long wait. Been away. I was looking over this stories outline, and YOWZA! Reid is in for a heck of a lot WHUMPT! Hope you guys don't mind, but Reid isn't in the clear yet.
Also for my other stories, I have been getting some questions on when I will update them, "Phone Call" and "Fanfiction Addiction". For PC, my goal is to have that updated pretty soon, just haven't found the time (excuses, excuses). But I promise I will get it done. For FA, please bare with me. I should get an update out in the near future, but don't hold me too it, cuz I don't want to rush into anything and mess it all up.
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Okay, enough with the self promotion and stalling, am I going to get to this story or what? Man I really just feel like chattering today. I...Yada, yada, yada. Enough!
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TO THE STORY!
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Day: Seven
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The number on his watch flashed seven. The lights had been gone on five. And they had not come back on since. The room felt suffocating, the darkness only adding to that feeling.
It was silent, always. It was the small shuffling of footsteps, the creaking of the metal bucket, his own voice, that gave him some sense of reality.
It had been seven days. Seven long, endless, dark days. He yearned for light, yearned to see the sun in the sky, to feel the warmth of sunlight all over his face and body. He desperately wanted to see, to be resurrected from this dark lonely place.
He wanted to see his team, his mother. To be held in her warm loving arms.
He wanted to go home.
Whoever had taken him, had found a way to make him feel alone, yet never truly alone. When the number on his wrist device had turned to three, Spencer had run out of food and water. He had thought then that that would be it. With in the next days he would perish from the gnawing pain of starvation and then be taken by dehydration.
But day four had come around and some time during the night, or at least when he had fallen asleep, someone had refilled both his water and food buckets. And, in some sick, twisted way, the unsub had preserved his life for another three days, until the same occurrence had taken place, and his buckets had been refilled once more.
It was a vicious, cruel and unnerving cycle. And it would happen every three days. Or maybe it wouldn't...
Reid couldn't decide which he preferred.
Reid moaned when Garcia finally pulled the knife away from his chest, thanking God it was finally over. He closed his eyes, and inhaled sharply as the cool air burned the open wounds. His skin felt like it was on fire, burning and burning. He felt tears stream down his cheeks and didn't care that he was crying. He didn't care that he was giving Ben the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. Defying Ben was a loosing battle, it was always a loosing battle, that fact had never been more crystal clear.
Garcia screamed when she pulled away from Reid's bleeding body. She dropped the knife, causing a small clatter to echo through the quiet room. Her hands shook and her body quivered as she sobbed. Both hands were stained in warm, red blood. Reid's blood. She didn't dare look at Reid, didn't dare look at anyone. She threw her head in her hands, no longer caring, and shrieked. Fingers pulled roughly at her shoulders, Ben's long bony fingers, but she did not resist. She felt herself being dragged across the floor away from Reid, heard the familiar clanking of the chains, and felt the eerily familiar feel of metal on her battered skin. The click of the lock, the patter of footsteps, the slam of the door.
Ben was gone.
The room was engulfed in an eerie silence, broken by the muffled sobs of Garcia. No one dared say a word to her, knowing full well that this was something she would not come back from. Hurting Reid was an act so unthinkable, unimaginable, unjust, and for it to be preformed by such a sweet loving person like Garcia. It was an act of cruelty, self preservation? It had saved the life of a loved one, only to cost that of another? And act that would eternally scared one who has suffered far too much. An act that killed, slaughtered, her innocence and forever changed who she had always been.
As far as she knew, Ben had won and there was nothing left inside her, she felt hallow, empty, for him to take away.
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Ben smiled as he watched Garcia work, her small hands moving carefully and slowly was they dragged the blade across Reid's skin. He watched his brother moan and struggle to get away. To free himself of this torture. The sensation of pure pleasure returned, his heart thudded loudly in his chest as his body prickled with excitement and ecstasy. He exhaled loudly, his fingers gripping his arms tightly as he observed.
The word was almost legible. C-O-W-A. Garcia finished the 'a', crying heavily, and moved on to the 'r'. Reid whimpered silently, his glassy eyes staring up at the ceiling in submission. Ben couldn't help the delight that welled inside him. Finally, after all this time, the look in his brother's eye was prominent. The small remaining spark inside him was finally dying, if not already dead. He had done it!
Reid had given up. He wanted to die, just wanted everything to end. There was nothing holding him to this world, this existence. Nothing. Ben had taken his career, his home, his friends...there was nothing left...
Or was there?
Please review. This chapter is quite short (don't hate me). The next update should be out soon. Cross your fingers. Thanks :)