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Chapter 6
Morgan was driving again. Chaplin had insisted on moving to another more remote hotel. They were consistently heading northwest now. He hoped it meant there was a specific destination in mind now. It would make them easier to find if they went somewhere specific. They could figure it out from his profile. An air of confidence and arrogance exuded from the backseat today. Morgan recognized this. He was settling into himself if he hadn't found his exact preferences he was very close and he knew it. He wore his hair slicked back today, not half and half, the tie was missing from around his neck and while he still had on a dress shirt under his leather jacket he'd cut off the collar and chopped the sleeves to above the elbow. He was also taking less care in his hostages. Only one of his hands was cuffed to the steering wheel and Reid's hands were cuffed in front of him instead of around the back of the seat. He turned his attention to Spencer. He was curled up in the seat not moving, sitting too tensely and breathing shallow but steady. No matter how long he stared he couldn't figure out if he was unconscious or shut down either way he was keeping very quiet and too still, pinched with pain. He heard a distinct zip and shuffle of clothing and then the familiar panting and grunting. Derek rolled his window down the rush of air muffling the sound feeling his stomach turn sour. The bastard had started masturbating almost immediately after he'd beaten Reid unconscious with the rod and then every few hours after reliving it while holding the weapon. He'd always been disgusted by sexual sadists but witnessing the creation of one sickened him to the core. He was just glad Reid was out for most of this.
"Mmm, this is so much better" Chaplin rumbled suddenly. Morgan didn't respond until his chair was kicked sharply.
"The violence get you going" he dug his fingernails into the steering wheel.
"Like I've never gone before, like that woman could never do, what's your FBI profile say about that hmmm? That she's a nothing of a woman, right? Right" he kept thumping his seat as Morgan tried to disregard the question.
"Right" he brushed off not wanting to aggravate the man.
"I don't believe you FBI man, tell me the truth or else"
"In the majority of cases a sexual sadist, which you are, is impotent except when performing acts of violence, especially in cases where their home and family were constant sources of emasculation." Reid suddenly mumbled into the conversation. Derek braced instinctively for the ramifications.
"Mmm, the little bitch speaks, finally awake my pet" Spencer sat himself up further back arching off the seat painfully. Derek cringed every time he heard the man call Reid his pet. He was developing some dangerous ties to the kid as he delved deeper into his growing sadism. He had to find a way to break the ties or slow it down until they could be found. He didn't want Reid being the lab rat for this guy's sadist exploration.
"So what happened, to make you a serial killer?" Reid continued. Morgan shot him a glare but it was missed because his eyes were still closed.
"What business is that of yours? You ask to many questions kid" he kicked Spencer's seat this time grinning at his hiss of pain.
"You wanted us to know what the FBI profile said about you, it matters to the profile"
"So I'm a sexual sadist, sounds like fun" he grinned sitting up and replacing his clothing. "Take the side road up here" Derek missed the turn off intentionally. He knew a road that went to the middle of nowhere when he saw one." Hey! You deaf, that was our road!"
"Oops" He heard the growl but he didn't expect the man to suddenly lunge over the seat and whip the steering wheel so they screeched onto the rest stop off ramp. Morgan broke hard his head rebounding off the window as the unsub collapsed on him and the steering wheel. They barely got the car parked at the abandon rest stop before the man leaped out of the car and dragged Derek with him leaving the handcuffs dangling.
"Oops! Oops! I'll show you oops! You stupid filthy piece of trash!" He kicked fast and hard never giving Morgan a chance to recover or retaliate. Blood sprayed across the dirt in small globs the less time Derek had to curl protectively and more severe blows landed. Reid flew at him with a full body slam both of them to the ground giving Morgan a chance to roll away. They scrambled back and forth in the dirt unable to get the upper hand on each other. Reid shoved him farther away this time buying a spare moment before the next attack scanning the horizon for Derek. At the same moment the man got a powerful choke hold on him dragging him backwards faster than he could keep up and Morgan appeared into the scene again very unsteady on his feet. "Stop or I kill him!" the gun pressed to his temple. Morgan stopped instantly.
"You can't keep this up you know. You've left a helluva body count" Derek tried to negotiate.
"Shut up! I'm in charge!"
"If you let us go now it'll go better for you. The courts will take it into account that you willingly gave your two FBI hostages go" the man growled furious moving the gun somewhere at Reid's back.
"How many bullets do you think he can take?" There was a silent pause.
"If you shoot me you could kill me, you're not a medical doctor you could easily hit something vital."
"So?" Reid felt him shift his grip on the gun nervously.
"If I die, he's got no reason to hold back, he wouldn't hesitate coming after you" Reid struggled to breathe normally as the new bruising began to smart. Everyone could sense he was thinking the problem over.
"You know, you're right, shooting you won't help me" The gunshot echoed through the air like a crack of thunder. Morgan dropped instantly curled and groaning.
"No!" blood pooled under Derek fast but he couldn't see where it was coming from this far away. He slammed his head back not caring about the crunch and spray of blood on his neck or the stars that erupted in his vision. The man lost his grip on him.
"Morgan, Morgan where're you hit?" he bolted to him rolling him onto his back. He tried to straighten him out to see the wound centered somewhere in his abdomen but he fought to keep curled protectively arms covering the injury. "Let me see Morgan I have to stop the bleeding" He used a little force this time getting him to lay flat but not still, with a sharp groan. Chaplin ripped him away dragging him around to the other side of the car throwing him into the back seat despite his struggles and cuffed him directly to the door. He circled around back to Morgan watching him struggle to get up and fail.
"Now, you're no threat" he chuckled. He pulled the handcuff from the steering wheel then hefted Morgan from the ground tossing him into the backseat whipping him around and cuffing his left ankle to Reid's right then his hands to the door. Spencer's focus was all on Morgan as they drove off again. He was still breathing rapidly, fidgeting from pain. He could see blood already starting to drip off the seat.
"Morgan, did it go all the way through? Morgan?" he kept his voice low afraid to aggravate their captor.
"N-no, still…in" he closed his eyes resting his weight on the door suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Morgan stay awake" he heard an odd thump and could feel that Reid was shifting. He opened eyes again curious to see Reid holding a towel between his now bare toes draping it clumsily over his wound. "Sorry, I have to stop the bleeding" he pressed down hard with his heel. Derek covered a cry of pain with a strangled grunt making it difficult for Reid to keep the pressure consistent. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He could hear the kid muttering audibly guilt ridden.
"Not…your fault, his" he sucked in a breath again as the pain spiked, "Jus' worry about, the bleeding" After that everything went fuzzy as he drifted in an out.