"Uh, uh, uh, Mr. Garwin. No struggling," The man whispered into his ear.
Reid couldn't concentrate and he started to feel weary. The concept of him being attacked started to fade away, and he forgot how to use his powers.
Quietly, like a lullaby, he let the man whisper him into unconsciousness.
As soon as Reid woke, he noticed coldness. His senses told him he was alone (although he couldn't be too sure of that) and as he opened his eyes he was blinded by a fluorescent light that shone down on him as if he were being interrogated by the FBI. He began to move his hand to block the light, but he couldn't move it, and the sound of clinking met his ears. Reid tugged his hand, felt a cold metal clasped around his wrist, and began to struggle whole-heartedly with his body. He was chained down competely, though, and with a grunt of surprise, he looked at his chest and discovered he was naked (as he tossed, he felt a chilled table beneath he back and legs), except for his boxers.
But then he laughed because once the haze of unconsciousness and bewilderment left his mind, he knew his powers would be able to free him of the shackles. Concentrating, he readied up the power to set himself free and then –
Pain.
So much fucking pain that he found himself screaming as if his brain was being ripped in two and his eyes torn out and he couldn't stop screaming because – God, where was it coming from?
And then he felt hands touching his neck, hands so cold that, in the midst of the pain, felt no comfort them and felt the need to flinch away, but suddenly the pain was gone.
At least most of it.
Reid felt beyond humiliated as uncontrollable tears of pain expressed the nightmare of a hangover-times-a-thousand that had just taken over. His body shivered from the shock, and his closed in eyes in an attempt to regain his composure.
"Fuck," He cried out softly, trying to say it as nonchalantly and manly as he could – because he was manly, damnit! – for the moans and screams had degraded himself beyond mortification.
Slowly, Reid opened his eyes and turned his head as much as he could (another chain held his forehead in place) and saw a man dressed in a lab coat, snapping on a pair of yellow plastic gloves. Noticing Reid was looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, the man walked over and placed his hands on the teen's neck, inspecting something that only he could see. But then Reid felt that something around his neck – a chain, a collar. Like a dog, he cringed to himself.
"Good," The man said and turned to look Reid in the eye, saying indifferently, "You're probably wondering why you have a collar around your neck."
Reid cleared his scratchy throat before speaking, "No, I'm wondering why I'm here in the first place."
The man didn't look away or blink or look at all piteous, "Master has not allowed me to answer any of your questions," he said, "However he is allowing me to tell you this: the band around your neck is not to be touched other than myself or Master. Therefore we have restrained you to keep your…temptation away."
Reid glared at him hard, the only thing he could do, and although he didn't show it, he felt weak and powerless. The man continued, "From the base of the collar, a needle extends into the back of your neck and up into your cerebrum. Every time you attempt to use your powers, a shock wave will be sent into your body, preventing you from doing so. From now on, this is your home. I have been instructed to treat you with my...solution everytime you disobey Master. So I suggest you treat him with the greatest of respect." The man turned away, fishing for something on a tray which was next to the table he rested on.
Reid breathed hard, nostrils flaring with anger as he tried to keep whatever was building up inside of him under control.
"Ah!" A different, familiar voice filled his conscience and Reid was pulled from his thoughts, "I see you've debriefed our friend."
Reid's eyes laid upon the man, then closed them, feeling a crushing dread fill his body. Chase stepped forward, patting Reid on the forehead.
"How are you doing, Reid? Long time, no see," Chase chuckled, brushing Reid's hair off of his forehead.
Reid flinched away from him and glowered, "Bastard,"
"Now, now, my Reid. Let's not get feisty. Remember, I control the game now," Chase turned from him and looked at the man in the lab coat, "Deatine, you can leave now."
Deatine made a small bow, murmured, "Yes, Master," and hurried out the door.
"Why am I here?" Reid's question made Chase turn back to him. Chase looked down at him, smiling callously.
"Let's just say Caleb has a little something of mine that I wish to have, and now, I have a little something of his that I'm sure he'd like to have back."
"Caleb won't fall for your tricks."
"Does this look like a trick to you, Reid?" Chase gestured towards his chained body and his face turned serious, "If I don't get what I want, he's going to find you, Tyler and Pogue hanging on a cross – dead."
Chase turned and walked to the door, but paused and looked back, "And that's not just a threat."
