"…You would not believe how hard it is to update when your laptop's keyboard went to hell- kinda like where Spencey is right now (hint, hint). Thnx for your patience, because things aren't looking any better…"

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 14

Likely Scenarios

Spencer Reid never saw Nathan, Shawn, or Jackson after that night. In fact, he had no idea what had happened after that night. He had fallen to sleep in the same room as them, but when he woke up, he was in a plain white room laying down naked on a bay window whose glass had large curtains covering them and tinted windows. He felt groggy-no, drugged- and his mind automatically assumed the worse possible scenarios: he had a 'bidder', the others had been killed, he was about to be used and abused, and then, when his 'bidder' grew tired of him, he would be killed. Out of all the ways Spencer had imagined he'd die, the above scenario never seemed likely- well, until now, anyways.

"You're awake." A voice that sounded far off said. Spencer knew the man was most likely in the room with him, but the drugs were making all of his five-senses feel slow and useless. Finally, Spencer was able to sit up, and his eyes automatically realized who it was.

"Jared?"

"There we are!" he laughed mechanically. "Marcus and I were getting a bit worried for a minute; we had the damndest time trying to wake you. Then again, we did drug the hell out of you, so it was a likely scenario."

"You're…. you're working with him?" Spencer asked, still feeling a little groggy.

"That's right." Jared smiled. "You know, I am a little disappointed. You're supposed to be a profiler! You should have seen it sooner. Once you put all the evidence to together- me escaping, helping with the case, that little scene we caused at the club-it all makes sense."

"Where are the other three strippers?" Spencer asked, "You put me with them for a while…why?"

"We had to prepare the rooms. Don't worry about them; they're in the same position you're in, but it's going to be a hell of a lot worse for you-that's a promise."

"Why are you doing this?"

Jared studied Spencer's face for a moment before he answered. The smile he wore just seconds ago was wiped off his face and replaced with a tightly secured facial expression. "The same reason you're doing your job- to make a difference." Jared walked toward the door. He spun around before opening it, though. "If I were you, I'd stop fighting them. They'll only hurt you twice as much, and they'll make sure whoever gets you never leaves you with a moment's rest. Trust me Spencer; it's not worth it." Without another word, Jared scooted out of the room and let Marcus in.

Marcus studied Spencer's body, taking in every curve, every fine-sculpted part, every line and dent- everything. Spencer shivered at the way Marcus' eyes studied him; he hated being looked at like that. He knew that he would have to get used to it, though, because it was obvious that Jared was right.

There was no possible way for him to escape, and that meant that he'd die a feeling like a worthless and useless piece of meat, and that thought wasn't very appealing to him. He prayed that his team would somehow find him, because he honestly doubted that he could take any more abuse-and it was only day three.

"Ready for round two?" Marcus hissed out. He didn't wait for an answer, though, and he pounced on Spencer without even thinking about it….

Everything finally seemed to be coming together for the BAU. They had been able to track down the owner of the ring- Deris Tribble. He had a record for spousal abuse, heavy drug addictions, and attempted murder of a male stripper six years ago. Deris was also a suspected member of the sex slave gang that their team was looking in to. He was definitely one of their UnSubs, and the better news was that they knew where he lived.

"1234 Stroghs Street." Garcia read off as Hotch and Morgan drove to the address.

"Thanks Baby Girl; you're a life saver." Morgan replied.

"Find my G-Man." was the only response she offered. With that, they both hung up.

"Do you think we'll make it in time?" Morgan asked.

"One way to find out." Hotch muttered back. He turned on his lights, and the agents behind him followed suit. Within seconds, they were jumping out of their SUVs and running up to the house's front porch.

"FBI!" Hotch shouted. When they were greeted with no response, Morgan kicked down the door and the team charged in.

What they were greeted to sent shivers down Prentiss' back. Deris had a young man-matching their victimology, she noted- pinned to the floor with his hands and feet tied up. "FBI!" Prentiss shouted again. She pointed her gun at their UnSub and waited for him to let go of the man. Deris moaned, but obediently let go. Prentiss and Morgan rushed to the victim's side and escorted him out of the room. Hotch handcuffed Deris and took him outside the house.

"Did you do this willingly?" Prentiss asked the young man. The black-haired man wearing heavy black make-up over his green eyes shook his head no.

"He…. I was…" But he couldn't manage anything further than that.

"Hey, it's okay." Morgan whispered. He placed a hand on his back in a comforting gesture, and he let him cry on his shoulder. "It's okay. We don't have to talk about that yet." Morgan reassured. "Could you just answer a few questions for me?" The man nodded into his shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Jackson Mathis." He replied shakily.

"Are you from Las Vegas?" A nod. "Do you work as a stripper at a bar called Daniel's Strip Club?" He didn't receive an answer this time, and recalling his experience with Reid and with Jared, he could understand why. "It's okay if you say yes; I won't think any less of you, okay? There's nothing wrong with what you do."

"Yeah…I worked as DSC." He sniffled.

"Come on, Jackson. Let's get you out of here, okay?"

"O-Okay." He nodded. With Morgan and Prentiss' help, Jackson was escorted outside and into the second SUV and was driven back to the police station…

"Tell me Spencer, doesn't it hurt so much less when you just obey?" Marcus smirked.

Spencer hadn't been strong enough to fend the man off this time; he gave into what he wanted and obeyed him. He hated himself for doing it, but his body and his mind were both too weak to fight anymore. "Go…. to hell!" Spencer managed out. He was rewarded with a rough slap to the face that knocked him back down to the floor.

"I'll come back later to bathe you." Marcus mumbled as he stood to his feet, re-doing his belt buckle. He spat on Spencer's filthy body before walking away, though. Spencer didn't react this time; he was far too tired to.

Spencer was just barely aware that Marcus had finally left before he passed out…

"…I know. I'm mean…. And I promised more action. A lot of you guessed the bit w/ Jared already, but there's a bit more to that : ). Thnx for reading everyone! R&R?…"