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No! No, no, no, no, no. No, was the only word that ran through Reid's brain as John's 300 pound frame pinned his hips to the bed. The squished agent threw his hands out as far as they would reach, wishing they would stretch far enough to push the man off of him. He tried to buck his hips but his body didn't even make it a millimeter into the air. His last resort was his feet. Perhaps he could take him by surprise and nail John in his back. Unfortunately, the second he jerked his legs in an attempt to make them swing they were met with resistance. It dawned on him that the tugging he felt earlier was his feet being fastened to the bed. When he tried them again he realized that he only had enough slack to bend his knees.

"No. Please. I don't want this," he said trying to appeal to the man.

"It doesn't matter what you want boy. You're here to meet my needs. And right now, this is a most pressing need," John said shooting down his hopes.

"But...but I'm not attracted to men," Reid said.

John snorted, "I'm not either. But it's been too long since the last girl, and your features are really feminine. I don't have to try too hard to imagine I'm with a lady looking at you."

John started to stroke Reid's face, tracing his jaw line with his thumb. He grabbed the boy's chin and plastered a smothering kiss on his captive's lips. John's dry and cracked lips presented a major contrast to Reid's soft and moist ones. The prone agent could feel the persistent push of his captors tongue trying to gain entry into his mouth. He sucked his lips into his mouth and tried to clamp down on them with his teeth desperate to seal his mouth shut. Undeterred by his victims attempt to stop him, John snaked one of his free hands up Reid's chest and gave his left nipple a vicious pinch. Reid gasped in surprise at the intrusion which gave John an opportunity to force his tongue in the resisting mouth. Gagging on the thick appendage invading his mouth, Reid's brain quickly ran through a list of actions that he could take to get out of this horrid situation. He locked onto the only plausible choice for the moment and bit down on John's tongue with all his might.

The large man howled in pain as he pulled out of Reid's mouth. His tongue had teeth marks marring the center with drops of blood coming from a few spots where Spencer's teeth pierced the flesh. John put his hand to his mouth and pulled it away in disbelief at what had occurred. Reid could see his captor's thoughts flashing through his eyes, and wasn't surprised when John's fist came down and slammed him in the face.

"Never. Do. That. Again," John yelled as he nailed Reid in the face after every word.

Reid was seeing stars again after the brutal assault on his face. He worked his jaw back and forth to make sure it was in working order and forced his eyes to open. He allowed his hands to roam over his visage to make sure his nose was still sitting straight. Once he was sure he was back in order he answered John with more defiance than he had ever given before, "I would do it again in a heartbeat. Keep your dirty tongue out of my mouth."

"You will take what I give you! I don't care if it's my tongue or anything else I decide to use," John growled back, not used to encountering insolence in his captive's.

"You do and you'll live to regret it. I'm not afraid to bite off anything you put near my mouth, let alone in it!" Reid said with vehemence.

"We'll see about that," John said bring his hand to Reid's face in an attempt to capture his chin.

Reid quickly snapped his teeth at the man's hand intent on proving his point.

"I'll fix this right now," John muttered as he flung his body off of the bed.

Reid watched as he lumbered into the utility room and heard him rummaging around. While the man was occupied elsewhere the restrained agent started pulling at the metal collar around his neck hoping to dislodge it. It wasn't budging so he allowed his hands to travel to where the chain was attached to the collar. He fiddled with the padlock, wishing he had some sort of pick he could use, but it was steadily fastened. He let out a grunt of frustration when he realized how helpless this man had made him.

The man came back out and straddled Reid's waist again. He held up a roll of shiny gray duct tape and proceeded to peel the tape away from the roll.

"Try biting me now," he said as he bent over to wrap it around the prone man's head.

Spencer used his limited arm range to try and push John's hands away from his face. Unfortunately, the fisherman put the tape aside momentarily and scooted his way up Reid's body. He positioned himself so that his crotch was directly underneath Reid's chin. Then he took the boy's manacled arms and pinned them down with his knees.

"I could think of so many other things that we could be doing right now," he said with a gleam in his eye and a threat in his voice as he reached behind him for the duct tape. Once he got a hold of it he wound it around Reid's head effectively stopping the young man from biting.

John backed up and positioned his body once again at his captive's waist releasing the pinned hands. "I would think twice before touching that tape. I have no problem with breaking any fingers that come into contact with it."

Not wanting to push his luck, Reid forced his hands to stay away from his face. John got back up from the bed and grabbed Reid's ankles. He pulled him down the bed as far as the chain attached to the collar would allow. The strain on the chain forced the metal collar to dig into the sensitive skin of Reid's neck just below his chin. The genius's hand immediately went to his neck to try and alleviate the biting pressure that was cutting into his skin.

John then proceeded to push the boy's shirt up to his shoulders and bunch it around his neckline. Then he quickly gripped Reid's pants at the waist and pulled them down to his ankles, fully exposing his nether regions. This action was met with muffled cries and ineffective struggles from his captive, but the hulking man just ignored the fruitless resistance.

Forgetting the threat from earlier, Reid's hands flew to his mouth hoping to rip off the tape so he could cry out at his captor. John immediately noticed the movement and grabbed his right hand. Without a second thought he snapped the index finger and then moved to the left and gave it the same treatment. Tears from the pain issued forth from the boy but John simply said, "I wasn't lying. Try it again and the rest of your fingers will find themselves bending the wrong way."

Throwing his hands around his chest Reid could only lay there cradling his broken digits and wait for the nasty fate John had in store for him. The man turned his attention back to the task at hand and got back up on the bed. This time he sat in between the boy's legs and forced them to bend at the knee. The view from his position allowed him to survey the fragile body and relish in the site of the brand he inflicted on his prisoner yesterday. He traced the letters with his finger enjoying the feeling of the raised skin and blisters he encountered.

Reid's breathing sped up as each caress of his burn sent slivers of pain through his abdomen. When John finally broke out of his trance he looked down on Reid and said, "This is going to be fun."

Without hesitation John pulled down his pants and exposed himself to the young genius. Reid closed his eyes not wanting to witness his own rape, but John smacked his face and ordered, "Open your eyes. Keep them on me the whole time. I wanna see the fight go out of your eyes!"

Focusing his eyes on a beam of wood in the ceiling Reid tried to obey the command. He took in a deep breath as he saw John prepare for the initial penetration. The second that the man's thick member was thrust into his hole he felt a burning agony spread throughout his body. It burned like the fires of hell! The friction that was created due to the lack of lubrication made Reid feel like a blaze had ignited inside his body. The whole experience felt like it lasted for hours, but in the end Spencer would never know the actual length of the encounter because he eventually passed out from the combined assault and irritation of his previous wounds.

JJ rushed back from the grocery store with lightning speed. She needed to talk to Morgan and get his take on her crazy conjecture of what she just saw. The minute the blonde got back to the police station she yelled, "Morgan!"

Luckily, the rest of the team had gotten back from their searches while she was getting them nourishment. The man in question turned away from the map that he was analyzing with Blake and gave her a worried look.

"Morgan! Do you remember the conversation we had with Reid about his eating habits the day we took this case?" JJ asked frantically.

"Of course, JJ. How could I forget his strange quirk for eating pickles with fruit punch and milk with soup? Why?" Morgan asked.

"Well there was a man at the grocery store across the street that was buy both oyster crackers and saltine crackers," JJ said like that should be explanation enough.

Throughout this strange conversation the rest of the team was silent wondering where the perky agent was going with this exchange.

"Okay…but that doesn't mean he has anything to do with Reid," Morgan responded understanding now what JJ was trying to say.

"I know that it's not enough proof, but I got the strangest feeling off the man," JJ said.

"JJ, you know we can't do anything based on a grocery purchase and a feeling. Was there anything else about this man that could link him to Reid?" Hotch asked trying to discern more information from his worried agent.

"Well, it wasn't the first time I've seen him. The night we got here, Reid and I went to the same grocery store counter to get all of us dinner. While we were waiting for food Reid started to tell me a story about some king. While he was talking I looked around and the same man from today was listening to the story while he ate his dinner," JJ told them.

"That's still not enough to go on," Blake said as she processed the information.

"I know..." JJ trailed off. "Oh! Wait. There was something else. The cashier was commenting on how much food he was buying. He claimed it was twice the normal amount the man usually purchased. And, he called him out on buying first aid stuff when he didn't even look injured. The guy got all nervous and started looking around to see if anyone was listening. After he laid eyes on me it seemed like he panicked and rushed the clerk to hurry and check him out," JJ explained desperate to convince her team that something was fishy about this man.

"Hmm…once you look at all those pieces it does seem like one big coincidence. And I don't believe in coincidences," Rossi muttered after digesting the specifics.

"I'm beginning to agree with Rossi," Hotch said. "Did you get a name on the guy?"

"What? Oh...no. I didn't even think about it. I was in too much of a hurry to get back to you guys. But wait…the cashier did call him John," JJ remembered.

"No last name?" Morgan asked.

"No."

"Well, I want you and Morgan to go talk to the cashier. See if you can get a last name and any other information on the man that might be pertinent," Hotch ordered. "The rest of us are going to focus on the map and try to narrow down tomorrow's searches."

JJ and Morgan got back within a half hour with their startling information.

"Guys, it turns out that John's last name is Brookins," Morgan said in his most serious tone.

Blake gasped at the revelation and said, "Isn't that the guy we got to make the map of the swamp for us?"

"The same one," Morgan answered.

"And according to the clerk he never buys that much stuff," JJ added. "Don't you think we now have enough information to at least look into the guy? I mean he made the map of where we should search. What if he manipulated the map to make us look in all the wrong places?

"Okay, what we have on him is still a bit flimsy, but call Garcia and have her check into his background," Hotch directed JJ. "The rest of us need to look deep at what John marked on the map and see if there is anything he might have left out. If anything, we can't avoid the places he didn't mark tomorrow. If this lead gets stronger we may have to focus solely only on the areas he neglected to indicate."

"Tomorrow?" Morgan questioned.

"Yes, tomorrow. It's too dark out now to go traipsing through the swamp. Anyways, none of the guides would be up for it after putting in a full day work already. We are going to finish up reanalysis and then go back to the hotel. We will start bright an early in the morning. Hopefully Garcia will have some new information for us and we will have a whole new direction to follow," Hotch directed them, leaving no room for argument.

Reid woke up before John the next morning. It was still pitch black outside, almost a reflection of the young man's soul. He felt hollow and empty. What he went through the night before drained him of any emotion that was left in his deteriorating body. To make matters worse his fever had spiked through the night. When he added it together with the pain from his various injuries his mind felt like it was in a foggy haze.

As he awoke more, the agent knew that he was too stunned from last night's events to really process his current situation. He knew that his feet and neck were still attached to the bed and that he was still gagged with the duct tape. The large man was lying next to him on the bed softly snoring, seemingly in a blissful sleep. Reid turned his head to look at him and was disgusted by what he saw.

John's pants were nowhere to be seen. His crotch was exposed and dirty. Reid could see his own blood staining the man's penis. The sight made the genius want to throw up, but he knew that wasn't an option when he couldn't expel anything out of his mouth. Refusing to look at the monstrosity next to him anymore Reid turned his head away. He decided to work on the tape instead, hoping that since the assault was over it wasn't needed anymore.

He reached up his left hand and started to pick at the gray sticky tape. He knew that he was going to pull out some hair when he peeled off the layers flush against his skin. He found the edge of the tape and started to yank it.

Suddenly his hand was stopped in mid tug and pulled over into a beefy palm. John growled at him and said, "I thought I told you not to touch that."

With wide eyes and bated breath Reid watched as the man bent the middle finger and ring finger of his left hand back until they broke. Another cry of agony was muffled through the tape, but John was able to enjoy the pain filled face of the boy anyways.

"You just never learn do ya?" was all John said crawled back over onto his captive and got ready to relive all of last night's fun.

Next chapter: Reid finally figures out how to get off the godforsaken island.