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Hi friends! I know that this update took longer than usual, but let me explain. I have been off on summer vacation these past few months and able to write freely. I started work this week and it is kicking my butt. On top of that I found out I am pregnant. Apparently you get really tired in the first trimester and I have fallen victim to that symptom. I am always exhausted and its been hard to make myself write. Don't worry though! I will never give up on my stories. They will get finished. Actually, this one only has one chapter left. So anyways, sorry for making you wait so long. Hope you like the story though.
Please forgive any mistakes. I didn't edit it as much as I usually do in a rush to get it published for you!
Enjoy!
Reid had run out of tears to cry.
He had no option but to lay there as John assaulted him for the second time that morning. The large man took forever to reach his climax and when he did he collapsed on top of the young genius. Reid's breath was squeezed out of him due to the man not supporting his own girth. His body seemed to be enveloped in folds of flesh and it made the boy squeamish.
John laid there for five minutes catching his breath and coming down off of his orgasmic high. "Wow boy. You were better than I expected," he declared with a toothy grin. The man then hopped off the bed and went to detach the gag.
Reid was excited that the suffocating tape was finally getting removed. He lifted his head so John could unwind it easier. As expected when John got to the last layer of tape it pulled up some of the exposed skin and ripped out pieces of hair. The agent didn't even whimper because the pain was minimal compare to everything else he had endured.
"You were so tight. I think you might have ruined me for women now," John said as he stood next to the prone agent laying his hand on Reid's thigh.
Reid jerked his leg hoping to dislodge the man's hand, but to no avail.
"If I didn't know any better I would say you liked it too!" John said as he began to move his hand up Reid's thigh getting dangerously close to his exposed genitals.
Reid, afraid of where this was going stayed silent and glued his eyes to the hand that was straying up his leg. He had hoped that John was spent from his earlier activities and was finally going to release him from the bed, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. John, taking Reid's silence for agreement continued to move his hand until he was fondling the boy.
"No, stop! I don't want that. Let go!" he cried praying the man would just leave him alone.
"Now don't think that I didn't notice how your soldier was saluting during our recent activities," John said smiling with glee.
"It's a natural reaction to a stimulated prostate, not a signal that I was enjoying it," Reid said trying to get the man to see reason.
"Ha…I just think you're too afraid to admit that you liked it as much as I did," John said as he started pumping Reid's penis with his fisted hand.
"No…stop! Stop!" Reid tried again wishing that there weren't chains holding him down. He strained his hands against the maximum length that was attaching his wrists to his neck wishing he could reach the man's meaty hand. He began to tug at his legs which were still chained at the ankles too hoping to disrupt the man's ministrations. Momentarily forgetting about the pain in his fingers he clawed at the collar around his neck trying to remove it. Unfortunately, his struggles were futile and didn't stop the man from completing his mission.
Reid started to feel flush from the treatment he was receiving. He knew what was happening was his body's natural reaction to the attention that it was getting but the actual arousal was embarrassing. How could his body betray him like this? Mentally he was screaming in disgust and anger at being violated but physically his body was responding. It was the most shameful thing he had ever experienced.
When the deed was all said and done Reid's body had somehow magically manufactured more tears. He hadn't even realized that they were silently falling down his cheeks and soaking the pillow under his head.
"See, I told you that you were enjoying this too," John said as he wiped his hand along Reid's leg transferring the cum back to the body that produced it.
Hearing those words broke a little something inside of Reid and he actually began to sob out loud. He could hear his sorrow echoing throughout the cabin and couldn't get his emotions under control. The broken agent never desired someone to comfort him more than he did now. He cried himself calm and noticed that John was no longer in the room. He could hear the shower running and wished that he was the one enjoying the hot water. He longed for nothing more than to wash away the blood and cum the encrusted his body. Instead he had to lay here wallowing in his own filth waiting to be released.
John was running late due to his morning activities and started to take it out on Reid the moment he emerged from the bathroom. Careless of the injuries that his captive had incurred John quickly released the boy from the bed and shoved him into the bathroom. Reid fell to the floor after the rough push and flung his arms out in front of himself to break the fall oblivious in the moment that some of his fingers were broken. He let out an agonizing cry after upsetting his already fragmented fingers and struggled to get himself up off the floor.
John only gave him minutes to run a damp cloth across his naked limbs. When he was done he only felt a small semblance of cleanliness. He wasn't given any new clothes and had to wear the ones that were on him last night. As soon as he emerged from the bathroom he went to the kitchen. He wasn't hungry at all but he automatically went about preparing John's lunch for the boat. It was a difficult preparation due to the fact that four of his fingers were out of commission, but the lumbering man wasn't going to listen to Reid's excuse for not doing his work.
The best description as to how the genius got through the morning routine was autopilot. His body was working on its own accord and his mind was taking a backseat. The agent couldn't really remember how he ended up out in the yard less than a half an hour after being allowed off the bed. In that moment he was aware that John was giving him instructions on what to do today, but he didn't register any of the words having lost himself in his mind earlier that morning trying to block out the atrocities that had happened to him.
He didn't come out of his self-inflicted daze until he heard the airboat start up and drive away. It was then that he reached up to the metal collar and itched at a slight annoyance that was rubbing against the back of his neck underneath it. He worked on alleviating the itch with his right hand sans index finger. He forced his middle finger between the metal and skin intent on vigorously scratching the spot. The boy stopped when his finger contacted something strange. Poking it free from the collar and bringing it in front of his face Reid saw his salvation. Regardless of his stupor this morning his subconscious mind must have been working on an escape, because there clutched in his hand was the pack of matches used to light the stove.
The team assembled bright and early as expected. They were all anxious to get on a boat and search the spots that John neglected to mark on the map. While they knew that their proof was sketchy at best it still felt like this was the lead they had been waiting for all along. No one wanted to think about the possibility that this wouldn't pan out so they all kept their doubts quiet.
They had three airboats at their disposal today, one of them being the official police boat for the area. The sheriff and Rossi decided to head out together on that one while JJ and Blake took another. That left Hotch and Morgan to team up with the same local tour guide as yesterday. The team split up the remaining area that had been left unsearched and synchronized their radios to the same frequency. They could all feel that this was it. Either they would be successful today with their new perspective or they may never find Reid.
They had been out on the bayou for an hour searching the previously overlooked locations when their boat pulled up at what looked like an old abandoned fishing shack. While they were searching the premises for any signs of John and their missing agent, Morgan decided to break the oppressive silence that had built between him and his coworker.
"Hotch, do you think this is really going to work?" Morgan asked.
"I don't know. But the fact that John made our map and we have been unsuccessful with our search thus far seems too coincidental," Hotch answered with a frown.
"I agree, but you have to admit anyone that wasn't on this team would call us out for not having enough evidence to follow this lead," Morgan replied.
"True, but they aren't here," he said. "Look, let's just get through today."
"Right. Take it day by day, but how many mornings does Reid have left?" Morgan said with a bit of worry as he opened the door to the wooden shack. "I mean, we're assuming he's even alive right now. And what are we basing that off of? The purchase of crackers at a grocery store. God, I hate this!"
"I know Morgan, but would you rather just give up?"
"No. That's not what I'm saying. I just….I just don't know if I can handle not finding him or worse yet, finding him dead. Why's it always gotta be Reid? For once I wish an unsub would attack me instead," Morgan confessed.
"Yeah, and if you were the one missing the rest of us would still be in the same boat as we are now," Hotch responded as he wandered around the one room building looking for signs of recent life.
"I know, but at least for once Reid would be safe. The kid's been through too much in his life time to have to deal with another kidnapping now too."
"I agree Morgan. To be honest, I'm afraid of the Reid we may find. What, after losing his girlfriend this past year and all the other horrors he's experienced on this job, I'll be surprised if he is mentally all there when we find him," Hotch explained, sharing his own fears.
"I don't know if I can handle finding a broken Reid," Morgan said with some sorrow etched in his voice at the prospect.
"I don't think I can either," Hotch agreed. "Let's get out of here. It's pretty clear that no one has been here for quite a while."
As they exited the hut Morgan went to say something else. His sentence wasn't even started when a loud explosive sound ripped through the bayou. The two men raced back toward their waiting boat and immediately took the radio to find out what happened. They could hear JJ's shrill voice coming over the frequency asking if everyone was okay.
"This is Hotchner. Morgan and I are fine. How about you two?"
"Blake and I are good. We were pulling up to another location when the sound occurred. Have you heard from Rossi?" she asked.
"I'm fine. I can see the smoke cloud from my boat. It's northeast of my location and the sheriff wants to go check it out," Rossi explained in the cool manner only he could have in an intense situation.
"We can see the cloud too. We'll meet you there in case you need help. Blake and JJ keep searching your part of the map and we'll keep you updated," Hotch ordered.
"Got it! Be safe," she said as she signed off.
Hotch looked at the tour guide and said, "Take us to that cloud of smoke."
John was pissed that he was getting off to such a late start today. It was his own damn fault for getting distracted by the boy. He never figured that he would swing that way, but after all the fun he had last night and this morning he marveled at a whole world he was missing out on. It was amazing how good it felt and he couldn't wait to get back home and enjoy some more time with the kid.
One of the things he like the most about the boy was the expressions on his face all throughout the assault. Of course, John didn't think of it as an assault, but as an added bonus to keeping a slave at his house. Anyways, the boy liked it. As much as the young man protested his body responded to everything that was done to it. A body wouldn't do that if it didn't like what was happening to it.
John was in the middle of bringing in one of his catches when he was rocked to the bottom of the boat. A loud explosion encompassed his ears and sent shivers through his body. He had never heard anything that loud in his lifetime. It sounded like a hundred bombs going off all at once. He looked around through the trees trying to get a look at the sky. There had to be a smoke cloud signaling were the explosion came from.
A sinking feeling came over his stomach when he finally spotted the billowing cloud of smoke. It was off in the direction of his house. John was familiar enough with this swamp to know that there weren't any other people living in that direction except for him and the boy. Dropping the gator into the water John immediately turned on the boat and steered off toward home. That boy was going to pay!
Initially, Reid didn't know what he was going to do with the matches. He just stood there marveling at how amazing the mind was even when it was working only at half its capabilities. Looking around the island he thought about making a bonfire, but then quickly discarded the idea. No one would come looking because of a small fire. People burned their trash all the time; a tiny smoke cloud would ring no alarms.
He was about to give up on the whole idea of starting a fire to signal help when his eyes fell on the propane tank that John used to heat his water and run his refrigerator. Propane was highly flammable. If he could just rig a way for the tank to explode without killing himself he may be able to get off of this island.
That's when he realized that John had left him a way all along. Reid shambled over to the wood pile and started collecting pieces to pile around the tank. He ignored all the pain in his body and pushed all thoughts of what he lived through last night from his mind. He couldn't be distracted by such things right now. He needed to focus on one thing at a time, and right now it was getting himself rescued.
By the time Reid had piled up enough wood the sun was officially up in the sky, which made Reid happy. The smoke cloud emitted by the explosion he was planning would be easily seen for miles. The genius went into the shed and pulled out the gas can used to refill the lawn mower. He spread the flammable liquid around the pile and stood back to look at his creation. He was going home today!
He took out his matches and threw them on the pile. At first he was disappointed by the flames that erupted. He was worried that the fire wouldn't get hot enough to agitate the chemical inside the tank but then the flame finally caught. He turned his back and started to make his way to the other end of the island. He knew he needed to get as far from the explosion as possible, but the chain staked deep in the ground prevented him from getting to where he safely needed to be.
He was halfway to the edge of the island when the explosion tore through the air flinging the fragile body into the air.
Reid woke up soaking wet on the shore of the island. The explosion must have flung him into the shallow water. The liquid must have protected him from the mighty blast but his back felt singed. Coughing a bit from the rough awakening Reid flipped over and observed the house.
What was once a semi decent dwelling was now a burnt out shell. The fire was still raging inside sending a ballooning cloud of dark smoldering ashes into the sky. Mission accomplished was all Reid could think as he set about pulling himself up from the ground.
His body ached from the agitation of the action. His injuries were making their displeasure known by sending waves of agony rolling through his frame. He had been so focused earlier on escaping that he didn't realize how much he was upsetting his wounds. It took all the strength he had to walk over to the dock and collapse on top of it.
He was glad the dock had survived the explosion because he now had a secure place to sit and await his fate. He huddled up against one of the wooden pylons pulling his body into a small ball trying to ignore the screaming pain that was radiating from his backside. Instinctively, he rocked back and forth trying to banish the throbbing from his mind. Unfortunately, it didn't work well and the feelings of pain and how he incurred his injuries came rushing back into his awareness. He couldn't stop the onslaught of memories from attacking his brain making him feel humiliated all over again.
Reid was sitting on that dock wallowing in his misery for quite a while. He started getting confused when a buzzing sound was infiltrating his brain. He thought maybe it was an aftereffect of the explosion but realized it couldn't be. He lifted his head and peered through his hooded eyes. Off in the distance he saw an airboat approaching. He couldn't make out who was on the boat because he lost his contact some time ago. The fact that he knew it was a boat was due to the noise that was bouncing through the narrow channel.
Unsure of how to prepare himself for whoever was coming Reid chose to stay curled up in his defensive position hoping against hope that it wasn't John's boat coming down the way.