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Rossi placed the gun on top of Johnson's thigh and pulled the trigger. Johnson screamed out in pain as the bullet ripped through his flesh. Rossi stepped back and looked at Hotch. He nodded. Hotch walked forward, grabbed Johnson's thigh and squeezed.

"Stop it, you fucking son of bitch!" Johnson screamed out.

"You think this is pain," Hotch yelled at him. "You have no idea what pain is. You put Reid through so much and, for what?! So you could get everything that you wanted. You get off on the power that you have. I bet you watched that man rape Reid because you like seeing people struggle. You took him away from us two years ago when you sent Jason to rape him and cut his throat. You took him away from his family. He'll never be the same again and it is all because of you. I want you to know that you are never leaving this place. I made Reid a promise and I will not break another promise to him."

Hotch hit the wound again causing Johnson to grunt in pain. "Does it hurt, William? I hope it does. After tonight, no-one will see you again."

"You won't get away with this!" Johnson screamed at Hotch. "People will come looking. Don't you know who I am?!"

"You are sadistic bastard who hurt an innocent man," Blake yelled at him. "He was innocent and you hurt him!"

Blake grabbed a piece of wood and brought it across Johnson's face.

Make him stop! his mind screamed at him through the darkness. He felt the tears down his cheeks. The hand over his eyes wouldn't go away. He tried to move but he couldn't.

He had failed. The man was raping him. He should have been stronger. He had always promised himself that he wouldn't let this happen to him again. He screamed into the duct tape as his body moved faster. His mind flashed back to Jason and how he had been pinned beneath him. He cried as the man bit his ear and whispered.

"Oh god! You're so good. Such a good little whore."

He tried to dislodge the hand but it wouldn't go away. He wanted to be free.

He felt all his pride, all his happiness and cleanliness slip away as the man continued. He was a whore again.

Reid opened his eyes. A loud and quick beeping noise was coming from around him. He whipped his hands away as he felt someone touch them. He slowed his breathing down as hands came on his face. Soft hands, not the rough hands that had abused him. He looked at her face and let out a small smile. "Garcia," he sighed before breaking down. He couldn't keep it together in front of her. She had this strange way of breaking through emotional barriers. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closed. He let out a small sob, he could still feel the ghostly touch of the man all over him.

He wanted to get rid of it. Garcia held him and stroked his hair, she soothed him and let him cry.

"It's okay, baby boy. I'm here, I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."

He held her tighter, every second with her made his rapist's touch disappear.

"I got hurt again," he said as he laid against her chest. "He violated me. I don't want to feel him anymore. I let him do it. I didn't fight him enough. No! I didn't have choice. He made me look him in the eyes the second time. He was so rough."

"You were bound and gagged, you couldn't fight him. Don't ever think that any of this is your fault. He hurt you. I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you, as long as you want me by your side. Tom will just have to budge over."

"I made myself stronger. I rose so high but fell so far. I fell into nothing when he had me on that bed. What was the point in making myself stronger if it happened again?"

"This time you'll handle it better because you know what the nightmares will bring," a voice came from behind Garcia. Reid came away from the hug and looked over to the corner to see a bruised Morgan.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"To help you and to make sure you get through this."

"Even after what I did to you," Reid said quietly as he rested back in the bed. Garcia kept hold of his hand.

"We'll talk about our scuffle later. Now, we focus on you. I'm your friend, not your enemy."

Hotch dragged Johnson to the hole where they had placed the coffin. It had been a while since they had beaten the hell out of him. Part of what they were doing, disturbed him but another part knew there was a promise to keep. One he couldn't break. Johnson was bound at his wrists and at his ankles. Hotch tossed him into the coffin and let a smile twinge hit his lips when Johnson let out a pained moan.

"Please," Johnson pleaded. "I can give you as much money as you want. Just please, don't do this."

"You think you can buy a man's soul with your money. Spencer Reid has a soul and his is priceless. I made a promise to him. You are going to die in this coffin and you can scream, bargain, plead and beg all you want but we won't be saving you. You can suffocate in there. You don't have enough money to bargain with the devil."

"Any last words?" Rossi asked with anger.

Johnson spat some blood to his side. "Yeah, tell Spencer I'll see him down there."

JJ stormed forward and kicked the coffin lid shut. Blake jumped down and helped her secure it shut.

"Burn in hell, bastard," they said together.

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