Reid slowly came around and opened his eyes. Everything was fuzzy and Reid wondered what drug Clayton had used to subdue him. He turned and tried to pull his arm close to him. He couldn't and felt rope rub against the skin on his wrist. He winced and stopped pulling. He turned and blinked his eyes to get them to focus. He looked around the room and saw that he was in a basement or cellar. He heard footsteps coming from the ceiling and knew that Clayton was currently upstairs. He rested his head against the wall and tried to think of a way to get himself out of this.

He jumped when he heard a door bang open then closed. He waited but no one came down to the cellar. Reid knew he didn't have much time. The Inquisitor never kept his victims long; forty-eight hours was the longest he had kept a victim. Although Reid wasn't sure if Clayton was going to stick with his pattern with him. Clayton was hoping that Tucker came to him; that could mean that Clayton would wait to kill Reid. Reid closed his eyes and tried to profile Clayton. Clayton was losing control of everything; that was why he had taken Reid. Reid knew that now that the UNSUB was falling apart nothing he did would be predictable anymore. He turned and looked at the ropes that tied his wrists to spikes in that wall. He tugged on them but nothing happened. He winced as the ropes rubbed against his skin but he knew that he needed to get out of there. He knew that Tucker would be coming to help him and he didn't want her to have to confront her father. She had been through enough and Reid knew that if Tucker showed up there was a good chance that Clayton would make Tucker watch as he tortured Reid.

Suddenly images from his time with Tobias Hankle came to his mind. He remembered everything that Hankle had done to him. He vaguely remembered the seizure he had had. He remembered the wood paddle hitting the bottom of his foot as Tobias had screamed questions at him. Reid knew that Clayton would not be as easy going. He turned and could see the silver table holding all of Clayton's tools. Clayton had earned the name the Inquisitor by using tools that had been used during the Inquisition to torture his victims. Clayton then, after hours of torture would kill his victims using a knife; he stabbed them over and over until they bled to death. Reid remembered what Tucker had explained about how Clayton had liked to dismember then bury his victims in parts. Of course that had changed when Tucker had been taken away.

Reid's mind went blank when he heard the door to the top of the cellar open and slam shut. He turned and looked to the stairs. He waited and heard Clayton's heavy steps pound down the stairs. Reid took slow deep breaths to try and stay calm. He kept his face neutral as Clayton walked over to him. The Inquisitor didn't reach for his tools on the tray so Reid felt a little hopeful. He watched as Clayton looked him up and down. Clayton then punched Reid in the stomach. Pain exploded outward and Reid felt the pain drift to his sides and he sucked in a breath and tried not to cough.

"What is so special about you?" Clayton demanded.

"I don't know," Reid managed to say.

"Why does she want you?"

"Again, I don't know."

Reid coughed when Clayton punched him again. He couldn't breathe as one after another the punches landed in his stomach and the pain spread across his side and up his chest. Then Clayton stopped punching him and grabbed his throat. Reid's head banged against the cement wall and Reid saw stars. He then looked into Clayton's eyes and saw no emotions whatsoever. Clayton squeezed and Reid couldn't breathe.

"She was mine. She was always mine, just like Karen was. That's why Karen had to go. She tried to keep Deliverance from me; she tried to take away what was mine. Deliverance is mine, not yours," Clayton stated his voice void of any emotion.

"I never wanted to take her... Away," Reid managed to say choking.

"And you won't. She is going to come home and realize just like her mother did that there is no running or hiding. Deliverance is mine and will stay mine and together we will end you."

Reid choked and coughed as Clayton let go of his throat and walked away. Reid leaned forward and winced when the ropes dug into his skin but he couldn't help it. He leaned forward and took slow deep breaths but his lungs burned and he kept coughing. His hair fell in his face and he jumped when the door slammed behind Clayton. Reid felt the burn of tears in his eyes but held them back. He needed to stay strong. Tucker needed him to be strong for her. He couldn't fall apart here like he had with Hankle. Clayton was ten times more dangerous and would probably end up killing him. Reid leaned back still coughing and closed his eyes. He let one tear fall knowing that this was not going to end well for anyone.