chapter2
Spencer sat on the kitchen floor. His master was mad. He had to fix it. He couldn't have the man mad at him again. Spencer rubbed the new bruise that rested on his arm. He had gotten it when his 'master' had pushed him into the corner of the table.
The man was very mad and Spencer didn't want that. Even though the man was very mean to Spencer, he had taken him in. He had given Spencer the t-shirt on his back, and the food he ate. The water he drank. The rug the young man slept on.
Spencer didn't want his 'master' angry with him.
The young man got to his knees and began crawling to the living room, where his 'master' was sitting on the couch. Spencer gulped and slowly crawled to the man. He knew he might be taking a terrible risk. But he had to try.
Spencer crawled up to the man on the couch and slowly brought his hand to the mans knee.
"Master?" He whispered. "Are you still angry with me?"
The man stared. "Yes." He answered after a minute.
Spencer bit his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Master." Spencer slowly brought his hand to the mans. "Can I help make it better?" He asked as he stared from the mans hand to his face.
"You can try." The man growled. He stared at Spencer for a few long moments. Then without warning, he grabbed onto Spencers jaw.
The boy tensed.
His 'master' then smashed his lips to his. Spencer knew he would have a cut when the kiss was over. But he opened his mouth to allow the mans tounge inside.
His 'master' did just that. Pushing his tounge into Spencers mouth as he threw himself onto the ground and on top of the thin body.
The kisses were rough and hungry. The 'master' began to unzip his pants and he pulled out his length.
Spencer opened his legs to allow his 'master' acess.
The man positoned himself at Spencers entrance and began pushing himself in. He pulled away from the lips under him and groaned loud in Spencers ear.
"Who's your Master?" The man hissed in the boys ear as he entered all the way.
"You." Spencer breathed deeply.
"Who do you belong to?" The 'master' snarled.
Spencer inhaled deeply when his 'master' began a quick pace.
"Spencer!"
"Y-you." Then the boys mouth opened in a silent gasp and it sounded as if he choked on a groan.
"Thats... right." His Master said in between thrusts. The man took a deep breath and stopped. He stared down at Spencer. His light blue eyes seemed dark in the shadow.
"Who do you love?"
"W-what?" Spencer asked confused.
"You heard me, Spencer." His 'masters' voice was dangerous.
"I'll always love you, Master." Spencer whispered.
"Good." The man began to thrust faster and harder. He bit down on the boys neck and began thrusting deeper into the body. He grabbed onto his slaves arms and brought them over his head.
Spencers face turned to one of pain. His mouth open and he whimpered.
Just then the doorbell rang. The 'master' growled annoyed and began a quicker pace.
Spencers breathing harden. He was never allowed passion during these sessions. All he felt was pure pain. But he wanted his 'master' to be happy.
But that wouldn't last long.
Spencer had too much pain entering him this time. "M-master! Master please! Stop!" But the man didn't stop he pushed more and more.
Spencer began to sob and cry.
Thats when the 'master' stopped. "I know you were a little bitch." He growled. "You can't take anything without crying." He pulled out off the young man, who whimpered.
"I-i'm sorry, Master. I-I-"
"Shut up." The man hissed and back handed the boy.
"I-I just wanted to make you happy." Spencer said as he watched through teary eyes as his master got to his feet and began zipping his pants.
"Well, you don't, Spencer! You are useless and I don't know why I bothered paying for you."
Spencer quickly got to his feet and ran back to the kitchen, where he dropped to the floor and sobbed.
The dark man walked in the house though the back door, holding out a gun. He was surprised when he heard hard sobbing and whimpering. The team thought this man lived alone.
The dark man turned the corner of the counter in the middle of the kitchen and saw a young man wearing only a t-shirt, on the ground with his knees to his chest and his head in his knees. On his left ankle was a thick chain.
The dark man didn't want to frighten the young man. But that just wasn't in todays story...
Spencers head shot up when he heard a muffled persons voice. He gasped at the sight of the dark man in front of him. He quickly stood up.
The dark agent brought his finger to his lips as a silent 'sh'.
Spencer was frozen on the spot. But his mouth worked on it's own. He opened it.
But just as quick, the dark man ran up to him and slapped a hand over his mouth. They were face to face.
"No ones going to hurt you." The man whispered.
Spencer tried pulling his face away from the hand. But the dark man had a firm grip.
"Baby boy, listen to me."
Spencer froze. 'Baby boy?' He stared at the man.
"We're going to get you out of here. Where is your Master?"
The boys shaky hand raised and he pointed towards the living room.
The dark man nodded. He looked down. "You're hurt. You need a hospital."
Spencer looked down and his eyes widen when he saw blood sliding down his legs. He looked back up at the man, tears of worry going down his cheeks.
"Sh. Sh. It's ok. You'll be fine." The man assured. "I promise."
Spencer stared at the kind man for a second before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
The dark mans eyes widen. He grabbed onto the divice in his ear and whispered.
"Hotch. I'm going to have to come back out." With that said, he picked up the young man and carried him out of the house.
When outside, he was quickly surronded.
A dark haired agent wearing a black suit walked up to the dark agent. "Morgan, what is it?" He froze when he saw the boy.
"Hotch. The mans in there. But..." He stared down at the boy in his arms. "I think we're going to have to add another reson to aresst him."
Hotch nodded. "We have to go in, before he suspects something."
Morgan nodded. "I think i'll have to go with the kid." He said. "He seemed... I don't know. Lost. Like he's never seen another human being before."
Hotch nodded in understanding. Then turned and went the other way.
Morgan began carring the boy towards the ambulance.
I'm not sure about this chapter. I just got un-inspired when I had to rewrite four times for different resons.
But Review please : )