A/C Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I'm basing the character of Angie off of Sherri Moon Zombie's character in House of 1,000 Corpses. Also, this chapter is a bit shorter than the rest but I promise there is more to come ASAP. Please keep reviewing, it really helps to hear what you think!
Why was everything so dark? Reid could not comprehend it. One moment he had been walking back from the bathroom and then everything disappeared. He tried to search his mind for any morsel that might remind him what had happened. Flashes of J.J and Emily face down on the table suddenly flew through his brain. He couldn't move his arms. They seemed to be restrained by something above his head. What the hell was going on? He could barely muster the strength to open his eyes or move his body. Everything felt so heavy. He could hear something though. It was somebody humming a cheerful little tune. The melody sounded familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. And then he felt hands on him. He squirmed around uncontrollably. Someone was tickling him. A girlish giggle followed. And still he could not open his eyes. He also felt quite sick. His stomach turned within him and his throat was dry with nausea. For what seemed like hours he struggled to force his eyelids off his hazel colored eyes. Finally, he succeeded.
The walls of the room were covered with pink floral wallpaper. Like the rest of the house it seemed to be decaying. Trying to peer around him, he caught sight of a bureau covered with what seemed to be stuffed animals and other childish knick knacks. Looking upwards he saw his hands were tied to a pink head board. He breathed in the scent of a heavy perfume that did not help his nausea at all. And then he saw her staring down at him: Angie. Instantly his stomach dropped with dread and regret. How could he have been so blind?
"A-Angie?" he asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
"Playing…" she said devilishly as he squirmed. Reid was very sensitive to touch. Usually he didn't even let his friends get to that point, but now this stranger who seemed to have drugged him was all over him.
Angie was wearing a peculiar outfit. It seemed to be a Marilyn Monroe costume of sorts. Her hair had been curled and she wore tons of makeup. Reid didn't like the looks of this. Was she dressed this way for him? The thought made him cringe. So did the sight of her licking her blood red lips.
"Angie please, where are my friends?" Reid pleaded. He should've known there was something odd about the way the girl acted towards him. No one would've been that interested in him otherwise. Angered adrenaline rushed through him as he thought about all the signs he overlooked.
"They're… around." Then she let out another one of her piercing giggles. From what Reid had seen of her family he could only imagine what was happening to them. Pulling at his restraints he felt his anger growing by the seconds. Whatever happened to them would be his fault. He had insisted on going into the house. He had assured them it was safe. And now they were wrapped in a spider's web.
"I'll give you whatever you want, but just please let them go," he said as he pleaded once more.
"Whatever I want, huh?" she asked, "Sounds too good to be true."
"Please, just promise me nothing will happen to them."
She let out a giggle once more.
"What are you laughing at?" he screamed with exasperation.
"You might be too late," Angie said with sheer delight as she let out a haunting laugh.
His eyes began to uncontrollably well with tears. Was she implying that they were already gone? No, he had to stay strong.
"Listen, you don't want to do this. People will be looking for us and your family will have to face consequences if anything happens to us," he explained calmly.
"Will you shut up?" she whined with annoyance as she went to the dresser to retrieve something.
She took out a bottle of pills and a taser gun. Reid's eyes widened with fear. He had no clue what she was planning on doing. He squinted to try to make out what was on the bottle, but he could barely see. As she got closer to the bed he saw the words: Viagra. The young man started to panic. So that's what she wanted. He was about to be… raped. By a woman for that matter.
"Open your mouth," she demanded in a low commanding voice. "Just a little something to make you more… comfortable.
"No…" he retorted hesitantly. He wasn't going to give in without a fight.
"I said open your fucking mouth," Angie said almost screaming.
When he didn't she immediately pointed the taser towards his lower private regions and fired. Reid's body filled with immense pain and electric shock. He couldn't help but let out a small scream in which Angie laughed at. She was a pure sadist. There was no remorse in her eyes. Why hadn't he been able to see this before? He was a profiler after all. But he was a profiler fooled by the beauty of a young woman.
Once she was satisfied she climbed on the bed and wrenched his mouth open shoving a pill into the back of his throat.
"Swallow or I'll do it again…" she said with pure malice, "And your friends will pay."
Reid had no other choice. She had brought J.J and Emily into this and he couldn't do anything that would jeopardize their safety any further. Closing his eyes he swallowed. He could only imagine what hell awaited him.