Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know, I'm evil with my cliffhangers. That's why I'm nicknamed the evil empress and the cliffhanger queen. If you met me, you would agree with the first nickname as I cackle like a witch. I want to put up a new profile picture but I'm not sure whether to do a dark version with me or something else. Thanks again for being such great readers. You're brilliant. Enjoy and I'd love to know what you think. You're going to hate Lincoln even more after this chapter. There is an end game with Lincoln and it's going to involve Reid. It's gonna be epic but you have to keep reading to see.
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Reid felt an arm around his throat as the monster dragged him to his feet and backed into the corner. Morgan rushed into the room with his gun drawn. "Lincoln, put him down."
"Morgan," Reid wheezed fearfully. A cry of pain got cut off as the arm around his throat got tighter. He was using him as a shield.
Morgan took a step forward but stopped when Lincoln clicked his tongue. "You take another step, I'll break his neck. It'll take me less than a second. You really thought that handcuffs would hold me."
Morgan felt anger as he watched Lincoln use Reid to block his shot. Reid's face scrunched up into one of disgust as Lincoln sniffed his hair. He watched as his little brother tried to break free. Hotch was outside. He knew that if his boss entered, that might make things worse.
"I want you to say three little words, Agent Morgan," Lincoln said. "I want you to say them and then, I'll let the little whore go. I failed him. Repeat those words."
Reid tried to shake his head, knowing that the monster was taunting his friend. He didn't want Morgan to feel that way.
"SAY IT!" Lincoln screamed.
"I-I failed him!" Morgan yelled back. "I failed him."
Lincoln absorbed the words and let out a content sigh.
Reid felt the monster press up against him, he felt his excitement as he did. He panicked and tried to get away. He felt hot breath on his ear. "I'll come for you when you least expect it. When I come for you, I'll pound you into oblivion."
He lost his balance as he got shoved forward and smacked into the floor. Reid scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room. Hotch rushed into the room and quickly restrained Lincoln. He kicked out the man's knees and roughly handcuffed his hands. "Morgan, go and find him. I got this."
Morgan rushed out of the room and panicked when he couldn't find Reid. He searched the halls and stopped when he heard small sobs coming from a storage closet. Slowly opening the door, he saw his little brother curled into a ball, rocking back and forth. He stepped in and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Reid cried out and shuffled away.
"Don't touch me," he said. "The other man is Larry Harrison. Don't touch me!"
"I'm so sorry," Morgan said as his hand stayed hovering over his friend's shoulder. "We're going to find out how he got out of the handcuffs. I'm so sorry you had to do that."
"He's going to get out." Reid said, shaking his head and continuing to rock back and forth. "He's going to get out, find me and hurt me again."
"No, he won't!"
"He kidnapped and hid me from you all for a whole year. You underestimate him."
"I promise, on my life, that you will never be hurt by that man again. He'll never touch you again. I've seen the videos and I'm not ever going to let you go through that again. I made a promise to your mother that I'd support you and that I would never let any one hurt you again. I'm not breaking that promise. It's okay."
Reid leaned against Morgan and broke down. Morgan sat next to him and held.
"It's okay, you're safe now. I'm not going to let any one hurt you."
"Don't let him get me," Reid cried. "Morgan, don't let him hurt me."
Reid laid on the hotel bed, the covers over him. He liked being able to block the world off. He curled into a ball. He remembered the monster's words in his ear when he'd been grabbed in the interrogation room.
A dirty movie played on the television as the monster continued to use him. He opened his mouth. Something was wrong, there was too much pain. He cried out as the monster got faster. "Stop! Something's wrong! he screamed. "STOP IT!"
The monster continued causing Reid to screech. A heavy weight collapsed on him as the monster finished. Reid cried as the monster got up. He felt dizzy and slumped against the floor. He screamed as the monster poured something to his private area. It burned fiercely.
He got brought up from the floor and put against the sofa, his hands still tied in front of him. A cigarette got shoved in his mouth. The monster lit it and sat next to Reid. "You better smoke that or we'll go for a visit to the tools."
Bringing his shaking hands up, Reid took a drag from the cigarette and took it from his mouth. They sat in silence as they smoked. One, using the cigarette for the ending of his sick high and the other, forced to smoke or else face pain. The monster noticed Reid thinking.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm not thinking about anything," Reid said, his voice dead and stoic.
The monster grabbed his jaw. "Tell me what you're thinking or I'll make you get on your knees."
Reid look at the monster. "I was thinking that by smoking this cigarette, it takes away six minutes of my life. Six minutes that you'll never get."
Reid fell to the floor as he was back-handed across the face. His cigarette falling to the floor. The monster stomped it out before dragging Reid to his knees by his hair.
"Kid," Morgan said as he brought the cover away. He saw Reid laying on the bed, his eyes vacant and lost. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the book that he had brought from home. One that had been kept in storage till now. "Kid, I have something for you."
He slid the book under Reid's hand. Reid brought the book closer and hugged it close to him. The Narrative of John Smith. The book that Maeve had left him. Morgan placed the cover back over him and left him alone. He knew that Reid needed to get out how he was feeling and any thing he said, wouldn't help till he was calm.
Hotch sat in the car as he watched the forensic unit go over the house. Everything that Reid had gone through was for nothing. Alexander Jane was dead, they had found his rotting corpse hung in the bathroom. They still awaited confirmation on the identities of the body but Hotch already knew the truth. Two men were in his basement, their skulls bashed in and their bodies rotting too. All three men had been dead for a long time. Probably since Lincoln's arrest. He hit the steering wheel repeatedly. He had already received a phone call from the lead officer who had gone to arrest Larry Harrison. It was the same story. Harrison had committed suicide and a young man's body was found in the freezer, a gunshot to his head. His body had been relatively preserved.
"Deal is off, you son of a bitch!" Hotch growled to himself. Lincoln had played a game with them. No more games were going to get played on his watch when it came to Reid.
Reid stared at the book in his hands, he stroked the cover and closed his eyes.
He twitched as his fever continued to ravage his body. He was sick, really sick and nothing was helping. He had caught an infection, from the wounds on his back. The monster had gone somewhere for medicine. He vomited through the bars and let out a moan. He felt a hand on his face. Opening his eyes, they widened.
"Am I dead?" he whispered.
"No, but you're going to die if he doesn't come back with medicine. Oh, Spencer. I miss you."
"I miss you too, Maeve. I want to come with you. I can't stay here," he cried as he laid his head against the floor. "I can't do it anymore. It hurts too much. Maeve, save me."
"Shhh...you have to hang on. Your team is coming. You know they are."
"They've not come for me and it's been so long. Where are they?"
"They are coming but you can't give up. He's a monster and you can't let monsters win."
"It's impossible for the team to find me. My head hurts," he cried. "Everything hurts. He hurts me. Maeve, stay here. Don't leave me, please."
"Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools," Maeve said as she looked into his eyes. "You're not a fool. You're an incredible man with an incredible mind. You know I can't stay here but you know that they will come for you. Don't give up hope. I love you and I'll see you when you're ready."
Reid closed his eyes and let out a small sob. He opened them and saw that Maeve had disappeared. Not only was his body torturing him, now his mind was too. He curled up into a ball and begged for sleep to let his mind rest.
He came back to reality and wiped tears from the book. He placed it on his pillow and got out of bed. Morgan was asleep in the other bed. He made his way out of the bed and into the bathroom. He turned the hot water on and watched as steam filled the mirror. He brought up his finger and drew in the steam. Writing a word that wouldn't leave his mind alone. He finished and left the bathroom. He crept to the door and left the hotel room.
Morgan woke up and scrunched his tired eyes shut. He slowly got up and noticed that the bed was empty next to him. He saw the bathroom door open. "Reid," he called.
He went to the bathroom and stopped when he found a word on the mirror.
Whore.
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