Another one. Another one of these twisted freaks was here. Emily couldn't imagine any person in close relation to this family could be any different. They were already subjected to torture and humiliation. She didn't want to think about what else they were planning. Or maybe they didn't have a plan. Maybe they were breaking them slowly to extend the fun. She wanted to stay strong, but a tiny fragment in the back of her mind kept whispering: you're not going to get out of here alive.
The agent didn't even want to look at her friend. He was down on his hands and knees. She sensed it was about to get much worse for him. And J.J. She didn't even know what kind of condition she was in. Emily saw blood, but she had no idea what the wound was or whether it could be fatal. Here she was watching her two friends being crushed and she could do nothing.
She could faintly hear the sound of footsteps echoing off the concrete halls leading to their dungeon. Emily closed her eyes for a moment as she repeated to herself: "it's going to be okay". But it was not.
"Looks like Davey's stopped by for a little fun!" he exclaimed, giving Emily a wink. Her stomach dropped as she was reminded of his body on hers, his tongue inside her mouth, and his nails scathing her back.
The door slammed open and the new guest came into view. He was heavy set with an ill-trimmed beard. The plaid shirt he was wearing was stained with oil grease and his skin almost shimmered with a similar glaze. Like the rest of his family, he possessed a gleam in his eye that made her skin crawl. A wide grin spanned his face as he stared down at Reid with excitement and curiosity.
Always. It's always Reid.
Davey glanced at her for a moment, taking in her pained expression, and looked back down at his focus. He cocked his head as indication for his brother to open the cage. Reid was frozen in his stance, eyes on the ground. The portly man took a step forward and squatted down to Reid's level. Licking his lips, he gently lifted the young man's chin.
"Now who might you be?" he smiled with a toothy grin.
Emily couldn't take it anymore. She knew what would come and she also knew that Reid would break. The mental wall in his mind would crumble and everything would drown any grip of sanity he possessed. She had to do something.
"Don't. Don't you go near him." she snarled with a guttural force of anger.
The group of captors looked a little shocked and amused at this sudden verbal retaliation.
"I'm just trying to introduce myself, sweet thing," Davey said with a wink and a lick of his lips which surged Emily's anger even more.
"Don't," she repeated with the same intensity.
"Look like you don't know your manners either. We'll work this out later," Pa insisted with the same look he had when he first threw himself on her yesterday.
No. She needed to get Davey's attention, not his. Did she make things worse? She wished she possessed some adrenaline first strength to rip her chain out of the wall and raise hell on these bastards. But it would be the other way around.
Reid
He didn't know why she did it. It would only make things worse for herself and possibly him. Reid appreciated her friend was trying to divert attention away from him, but it was about to backfire.
"Weeeelllll, where were we?" Davey continued and focused his attention back on Reid. "Oh yeah, what's your name son?"
"Sp-spencer Reid," he managed to force out. He was trying to keep himself up as his hands trembled beneath him. Reid was afraid his voice might crack. They already saw him as some pathetic animal and he wasn't ready to give up whatever dignity he had left. He couldn't help but recall the past. Gideon's voice flowed into his head…
You are stronger than him… he cannot break you.
This time it looked as though he could be broken… and into very small pieces.
"Ah-ah-ahhh, aren't you forgetting something, Doctor?" Angie chimed in looking giddy as ever.
Emily wasn't the only one who made a mistake. There were so many things he wished he would've done differently in the past twenty four hours. Why did he have to be flattered by a cheap act by a girl whose only desire was to slice him open? Why didn't he think to get them out of there when they had the chance? There were so many mistakes and it was costing them everything.
"Well look at what we have here, a real life doctor!" he exclaimed as he beamed around the room towards his cohorts.
"And an FBI agent," Pa dropped with disgust.
Davey let out a dry chuckle. "Whelp, we can't all be perfect, can we?"
Reid didn't know how much longer he could stay in this position. His arms ached and he was incredibly weak. His mouth was so dry it began to have a metallic taste. Then there was Davey staring down at him. That was probably making him the most sick.
"So why you on the ground, boy?" he asked with the same tone that teetered on the verge of laughter.
"He was rude, Uncle Davey. I brought him breakfast and he wouldn't even say thank you," she pouted yet again.
"Ah well that's not okay, son. My niece here deserves some respect, don't you think?"
His voice was beginning to change into a slow progression of anger. Reid couldn't hide the expression of fear and dread evolving over his face.
"Y-yes… I'm r-really sorry," Reid stuttered.
The young man knew they were moving closer and closer to the inevitable. He knew he was going to be dragged off somewhere and that he might not ever leave this dungeon again. He knew it, but he was not going to accept it.
"Sorry son, but that doesn't always cut it. You see when me and my little brother there were growing up we learned a lot about what happens when you don't behave, didn't we Jim? And sometimes it's not pleasant, but it needs to be done," he lectured.
"Please…" Reid pleaded as he tried to control his breathing which was becoming increasingly erratic.
"We're just gonna have a little talk," Davey chuckled as he gave Reid a light pat on the cheek. "Jimmy, I'm gonna need this one in the back."
Angie's father, now properly introduced, nodded as he grabbed the key off the back table.
"Which room?" he asked.
"You know which one," his brother hinted with a wink.
Jim fully understood and went past his brother to unchain the young man. Reid knew this was it. If they took him back there it would be over. He looked back at Emily as they yanked him up with pure pain. She could only look on in horror and wonder what was to become of him.
"Luke, grab me a beer and a chair will yah?" Davey hollered at his nephew looming in the corner.
Along with his brother, he grabbed hold of Reid's frail limbs and led him towards the darkness that continued down the paths of the basement.
All Emily could stand there as her mind raced with the same word over and over again.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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Reid could barely see despite the single light bulbs hanging every few feet. At this point the two brothers were pretty much dragging him along. How he wished he could fight back, that he had the strength to.
"Here we are… your deluxe suite." Jim announced.
The room looked extremely medieval compared to his previous surroundings. There as a thick wooden door with a half-circle cut out bearing bars. The door was halfway open, making the inside visible. A filthy, blood-stained mattress was spread out on the dirt coated concrete floor. There were also scratch marks on the walls.
A sensation of fight or flight raced through him but he knew he didn't have a chance at either being successful. Would this be where he would spend the remainder of his time alive? He didn't even know how long that would be.
Jim shoved him in just about the same time Luke shuffled down the hall carrying what Davey had asked for: a beer and a chair.
"Thank you, Luke," he nodded with a condescending tone. Luke continued to frown and walk away down the hall.
He was in great peril, but his mind was racing like the profiler he was. There was a definite wedge between Luke and his family. He wasn't the same. In fact, he didn't even look like the rest of them. If only he could talk to him he might be able to get inside his mind and find a way to get help. For now, he could do nothing.
"That'll do, Jim… I have some business to take care of," Davey said. It was obvious he wanted his time alone with the agent.
He grabbed his chair with his empty hand and pulled it into the room, closing the door behind him. Again, there was only a single lightbulb above. Davey squatted and sat backward on the chair, his feet hanging over the sides as he looked Reid down.
"So… here we are," he started with a relaxed sigh.
Reid wished he would stop looking at him. Just his expression made him want to vomit.
"What do you want?" Reid asked distantly.
"I told you, son. I need to teach you a little something… but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. Now what is that on your chest there?"
Reid almost forgot about the carvings. They stopped hurting a few hours ago. Now they were starting to heal a little bit, but not much. However, they still portrayed the one word distinctly.
"Angie," he murmured. He didn't want to go into detail with her Uncle. The man might discover something else he needed "punishment" for. Reid wished it could be over already. But he knew that these kinds of people liked to draw everything out slowly, waiting for the final climax.
"She's a pistol, that one," he snorted with amusement, "But what a looker."
Not wanting to offend, Reid semi-nodded in agreement. It was then that Davey really began looking at what it said. Reid actually saw some sort of like pop on in his eyes.
"Spencer, right? Why yah so tense, buddy? You look like you're gonna jump right out of your skin. How 'bout a drink?" he questioned. With a booming laughing he picked up his beer and poured half of it over Reid's head. The smell of the alcohol made the young man feel nauseous in his dehydrated condition.
"But you… no, you don't like girls do yah?" he asked in a rhetorical manner. "No, I know your type. You like a niiiice loooong dick in your mouth."
"N-no, no I don't… I like girls," Reid argued as his eyes glazed over in helplessness.
"Our Angie is a pretty good judge of character. You questioning that, boy?" Davey interrogated.
Before Reid could even answer, Davey began to take a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. Reid withdrew into the corner of the room, attempting to get in some sort of fighting stance. But this guy was twice his size. There would be no overpowering him.
"I think you like being fucked… I think you like it a lot," Davey continued with a smile as he slowly approached Reid.
"I don't, I don't… please," Reid yelled at him. He was panicking. He was angry, disgusted and most of all frightened. If it was anyone else they wouldn't let someone do this to them. He was weak.
"Well I do," Davey confessed with a grin.
He then made a sudden lunge at the agent. His hands were powerful and forced Reid's own in front of him, handcuffing him. Reid made an attempt to wriggle free, but Davey pushed him down on the mattress.
Feebly, he crawled towards the door with his handcuffed hands outstretched towards the light. But he was pulled back by an intense force. Then Davey was on top of him. The weight was crushing and he could feel his ribs bending inside of him. He could hardly even breathe.
Reid couldn't help but scream as Davey's hands made his way down to his waist, attempting to unbutton his pants. Reality was fuzzy now. He screamed no over and over again and after a while it just kept echoing as everything went into slow motion. The large man's cold hands massaged his back with a deep moan and then withdrew; returning to scratch Reid's bare, exposed back.
The young agent's face was pushed against the filthy mattress. He could actually smell the blood that seeped in time after time. He tried to imagine something pleasant, something that could take him far from here, but the fear was too much. He'd already wet himself out of pure human instinct when presented with pure horror.
"Oh yeah boy, you like this don't you?" Davey asked with an aroused yell. Reid could only lay there as unwanted tears streamed down his face, but things were coming back into focus. When he didn't answer with words Davey boomed, "DON'T YOU?!" while he pulled Reid backwards by the scalp.
Reid knew he was only going to accept one answer, but he couldn't bring himself to lie. He had to maintain his pride. Like Gideon said, he could not let anyone break him. Reid knew that Morgan or Hotch would say the same if they had any idea where he was.
"No, I don't," he argued through clenched teeth. Reid closed his eyes and waiting for the outcome.
He could practically feel the rage building within Davey as the man straddled him.
"I'm gonna make you like it you little fucker!" he raged as he pulled his own pants down along with Reid's boxer's making him completely exposed.
The cool air of the dungeon room swept over Reid's back. This was actually happening.
The next moment he felt Davey inside of him with an immense thrust. The pain was incredible. Reid could feel his insides tearing away and the man thrust in and out. He never felt so helpless in all his life. And Davey did not retreat. It went on for what help like hours. The older man was penetrating every crevice of his body and forcing his mouth upon him. After a while Reid just slipped away, hiding in his broken mind.