Reid's eyes opened as the ancient wooden door slammed shut. An equally old lock snapped. He was finally gone. For now.
It was as though he had been holding his breath for the last hour in the dark dungeon and now he could finally breathe. Unfortunately, breathing was not much better.
Hoarse, uncontrollable sobs erupted from his mouth. They were inhuman, coming from a place of deep, feral pain. Reid had experienced all forms of abuse throughout his life, but nothing left him this violated.
A mixture of blood and semen coated his back and behind. The blood belonged to him. The semen did not. There were also long scratches from his attacker's long, dirty fingernails. They stung dully and were nothing compared to what Reid felt below the belt.
His attacker had thrust into him without any form of lubrication. After he started to bleed the blood became a natural form, but the damage was already done. Davey flipped Reid over onto his back after the initial attacks and sat on his chest. The large man weighed a ton and Reid felt his ribs beginning to bruise. Before he knew it, a fat, hairy member was shoved in his mouth. He thought of just biting it off, but there would be obvious repercussions from the rest of the psychotic family.
Suck it like a good little slut, doc, or I'll just have to make your friend out there do it instead, Davey cooed while holding Reid's head in place.
The young man felt guilty enough about the three of them ending up in this position in the first place. He wasn't about to let anyone else suffer on account of him. The man left Reid with no choice but to please him. Davey shoved it further down Reid's throat causing the agent to gag. Reid tried to maneuver some sort of pleasure with his tongue, which resulted in a hot stream of cum in his mouth.
Thinking of that moment, Reid wished he had a bottle of Listerine. The putrid taste of the man's semen still infiltrated his mouth.
Finally mustering some energy, Reid pushed himself up with his handcuffed hands. His clothing, now covered in blood and filth, was scattered all around the small cell like the scarecrow after the attack of the flying monkeys. Getting on his feet was the real challenge. His behind was extremely sore and he felt his stomach cramping from digesting the unimaginable combination of urine and dog food. However, he managed to gain his footing after a few moments.
He found his boxers in one corner. Picking them up, he remembered he soiled them when Davey first started to attack. Instead he went for his pants, which were less affected. His shirt was over by the door, but was basically shredded from Davey ripping it off of him. Still, some coverage was better than none.
The room was unsettlingly quiet. Reid knew very well that his friends could have endured worse while he was dragged away. In a way, he would have rather heard them scream just to know they were still alive.
Reid looked out the small barred window, but the passageway was abandoned. He almost walked away before he saw someone walking towards his cell. It was Luke, who he could only assume was Angie's brother… the one who supposedly had a cell phone. He knew he had to get his attention. Reid was aware he wasn't strong physically, but he was sure of his ability to talk his way out of most situations. Maybe there was some trigger that could get Luke to help him and his friends out.
Luke's bulky figure made his way towards Reid's cell. It was then that Reid saw he had a water bottle in his hand. This was a good sign already. Despite living with a group of sadists, maybe Luke had some ounce of compassion. He could even have been a victim himself.
Luke unlocked the padlock of the door with a small key and opened it as Reid stepped back. Reid focused in on him, ready to profile. There was definitely some sympathy on his face as he looked down at the mattress. Had Davey abused him too? When he gazed at Reid he still maintained a sort of melancholy.
The man offered the water bottle to Reid who took it with a small smile. He struggled to get the top off at first with his handcuffed hands, but he maneuvered it off and poured the contents down his throat. He couldn't remember water ever tasting so good in his life.
"Thank you," he started. "It's Luke, right?"
The man nodded, his face void of any distinct emotion. Reid sensed he was surprised to be address with any sort of kindness.
"Hi Luke, my name is Spencer Reid," he said calmly.
Luke hesitated to respond. There was definitely something going on in his head, but he wasn't able to put the words together. From his mannerisms, Reid guessed he might have a form of mild autism.
"You're… you're a doctor?" Luke asked with wide, watery eyes staring at Reid.
"Yes, I am," said Reid. He wasn't about to clarify that he wasn't trained medically when this was starting to sound like a way out.
"Can you make my friend better?" he questioned.
His friend? Reid knew there was one of three possibilities. Luke could have some sort of pet that needed medical help or possibly even another person in the house Reid had yet to meet. But the third possibility was the one most on his mind: he was talking about J.J.
"I- I can try," Reid replied.
With that Luke jumped into action and grabbed Reid by the forearm, pulling him out into the underground hallway. The lights starkly contrasted from the dark shadows of the cell making Reid wince at the sight.
His blood was pumping now. It was obvious that Luke was going against the rest of his family and if they were caught it would be bad for the both of them. Luckily, their trip ended twenty feet away.
The door was identical to the cell they just left. Luke took out a key again and unlocked the padlock. It was very dim inside the cell. It was about the same size as Reid's but there was a cot on it. At first Reid thought he was looking at a young girl, but then his heart dropped. It was J.J. She was donning a childish frock, but her long blonde hair gave her away despite being turned away from the door.
"J.J.," Reid gasped before dropping to his knees in front of the bed.
She looked as though she was in the middle of a dream. Reid hoped it was a pleasant one far away from here.
J.J began to stir, sensing someone was near. She turned over slowly; ready to face an impending attack. But then she registered that it was Reid beside here.
"R-Reid?" she stammered. "Oh my god, Reid!"
She flung her arms around him despite the pain of the wounds on her back. Although she didn't intend to lose herself, she found tears dripping down her face. Her friend was a mess. He was bloody, dirty and obviously terrified. The bags under his eyes were even more defined than usual. She also noticed he was handcuffed.
Reid hugged her back as best as he could with his hands still bound. He wasn't sure if he would see her alive again after what they endured so far.
"Are you better now?" Luke interrupted, standing by the doorframe.
Reid and J.J exchanged a look that created agreement to play along.
"I'm feeling a little better Luke, thank you," J.J returned with a smile. "Thank you for bringing my friend Spence to visit me."
Luke smiled back silently. Reid was relieved he wasn't going to bring him back to his cell right away. He turned back to J.J who gently held his hand.
"Reid, what happened to you?" she asked looking him over again.
"I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about," he admitted. J.J wasn't buying it. There was something in his face that said something horrible happened.
"E-Emily?" she asked, realizing Reid might know where she was.
"She's alive, but… Angie's father attacked her before. She said she's okay, but I don't know," Reid admitted.
"Like you?" J.J retorted.
"J.J, please don't worry about me," he urged. "What did they do to you?"
J.J then relayed how she tried to escape to no avail. She also told him a mild version of the beating she had taken, including the whipping. Reid insisted on checking out her wounds to make sure they were clean.
"J.J, follow my lead," he whispered.
"Luke, J.J is really, really sick," Reid told the man keeping guard.
He let out a moan and started playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
"She needs to get to a hospital or she might not make it," Reid lied.
Luke started to cry at this. The truth was J.J would live, but they needed Luke to think otherwise. He was apparently very attached to the agent and would break the house rules to help her.
"They won't let me," he sobbed. "They told me I could have her, she can't die!"
This alarmed the two agents, but they maintained their cool: Reid making eye contact with Luke and J.J feigning her illness.
"They don't have to know, Luke," Reid said. "I could take her to another town for a little while and then we'll come back when she's all better."
Luke continued to cry at this.
"They'll find out! They always do?" he moaned.
"Is there a way out of here besides where we came in, Luke?" Reid continued. "Stairs from the outside, maybe?"
Something hit Luke then. Reid's and J.J's hearts leapt at the possibility.
"There's a small hole that goes outside," Luke admitted.
A crawl space. There was a crawl space. If just J.J could get out and find help there might be a chance.
"Luke, can you bring us to it? I don't know how long J.J has," Reid urged.
Luke seemed to be struggling with the idea for quite some time while the agent's hearts raced at the thought of escaping. Reid already decided he had to remain here and find Emily. He would rather die than leave her behind.
Suddenly, he came to a decision.
"Yes."
A/C To say it's been awhile would be an understatement… thankfully I'm coming to the end of my undergrad and I'll have more time for writing. I didn't know what to do with this story for a while, but suddenly it all came together in my head and I knew I had to update it. Please forgive me for keeping you guys hanging! I will definitely complete this story, don't worry. xoxo