EDIT 26/12: Thanks for reviewing so far everyone. The next update will be up in the next day or two. Apologies, had a busy week as I was directing a play and then obviously it's been Christmas. Merry Christmas everyone. x

Okay, WARNINGS WARNINGS WARNINGS!
Sorry for the looooong winded author's note this time

This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature and deals with the subject of sexual assault. Whilst the imagery is not necessarily graphic, the emotions related to the event are. If this bothers you at all then please do not read. This story is now rated M for a reason!

There is also swearing in this chapter. Please take heed of these warnings, if you go ahead and read and are offended then I claim no responsibility for that.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm glad you are all enjoying the story. I just wanted to comment on a couple of reviews.

Lolyncut – Thanks for your review. I was saving the comments about Reid's apartment for this chapter, as I just wanted a short snappy ending for chapter 7, I felt that was appropriate. So the team will discuss Reid more in this chapter.

CMSP – Cheers for the reviews! Just referring to your review of chapter 6 and how you didn't like it :( lol. Made me sad! Just kidding. No, I totally understand where you're coming from. It completely depends on how you interpret it really. From my point of view, I was trying to show Garcia as I feel she is on the show. Always believing in the good of people, and the thought that someone she knows pretty well could do that to someone else would (I think) be inconceivable to her. Where as, Reid's issues with mental health have been pretty well discussed so I thought it would probably be easier for her believe that he is mentally ill, rather than think that Jason is a sadist who has worked in the office next to her for the last 2 years, if that makes sense? Also, the cookies thing was just another thing that I thought she might do. Particularly her and Emily, as they are always the ones who try to lift the spirits of the team. Sometimes on Emily's part, at inappropriate times (again, my opinion) but I felt they would try to act as normal as possible until they had more info. Hope this answers your questions anyway and at least helps you understand why I made certain character decisions.

Enjoy this chapter! And remember my WARNINGS! :)

Jason sat in the corner of the dark room staring intently at Reid, who was lay on the bed in the centre. His heart was pounding so fast, he thought it might jump out of his chest. He couldn't believe he had done it. He had finally gotten Reid to himself.

Jason felt a flutter of excitement in his stomach as he watched the young agent stir slightly. He knew Reid would be scared, and the thought made Jason tingle. There was just something about Reid that made him want to control him. He had tried to fight it, but from the moment he laid eyes on the younger man he knew he wanted him. And like with Stephen Thompson before him, if Reid wouldn't give him what he wanted, he would be more than happy to take it.

Reid's head was pounding. He rolled slightly onto his left, moaning as another sharp pain lanced into his eyes. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he brought his hand up to rub at them. Suddenly, he froze, as the haze started to clear from his mind. Where was he?

Slowly and carefully, he opened his eyes. Initially his vision was blurred but after a few seconds it cleared. He was in a dark room, on a comfortable bed. A movement from the corner of the room caught his eye and he shot his gaze towards it. A tall, dark haired man stood staring at him. It was Jason.

His mind was racing, desperately trying to figure out how he had ended up here. All he could remember was reaching for his bag, then waking up. He desperately wanted to pretend to still be asleep, as much as he knew that wouldn't work. Some childish part of him hoped that this was all a dream. Pushing down the panic that was rising in his chest, Reid knew what he had to do.

He sat up, wincing as he did so. Before he could even focus, Jason was behind him, helping him up.

"Easy, easy." He said gently, kneeling across the bed to prop Reid up.

"I'm okay." Reid said, wincing again. He felt Jason sit behind him, one knee either side his back. He instantly tensed.

Pulling Reid back by the shoulders, Jason ensured that Reid's back was resting against his chest. Jason stroked a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hit you, but you were calling that bastard, Morgan." Reid pulled his head away from Jason as his breath hit his ear. "He would have taken you away from me."

Reid fought his urge to jump away from the contact, knowing full well that the last thing he needed to do with someone like Jason was anything to annoy him. As much as Reid hated it, if he was going to do what he would advise any other person to do, then he would have to play along. It was his best chance of survival.

Reid shifted his weight slightly, trying to get more comfortable, this was when he felt a chain around his ankle. His right ankle was chained to the base of the bed. He stared at it, as if it was going to kill him. Jason obviously had no intentions of living a normal life with him. Any chances of that were probably blown by his phone call to Morgan. Reid cursed his own stupidity. He needed to get Jason to trust him, and through his own blind panic he had gotten himself into an even worse mess.

Reid was brought back to his current situation when two arms snaked around his body and drew him even closer to Jason. A cold shiver went down his spine as Jason nuzzled his face into his neck. Trying desperately to distract him, Reid looked around the room.

"Where are we?" He asked quietly.

"Shhh... don't ruin it." Jason whispered, bringing his hand up to Reid's mouth. He stroked it gently.

Reid closed his eyes tightly trying to dispel the building panic. Voice shaking, he tried again.

"Are we in a basement?"

Jason merely laughed then kissed Reid's neck.

"You've always gotta know what's going on, haven't you?"

Trying to pull himself away slightly, Reid nodded.

"It's just my nature."

Jason suddenly shook him, giving him a warning not to move any further away.

"Just relax, Spence. Relax." He shook Reid again until he no choice other than to let his muscles relax a little. "That's better." He breathed in his ear.

Licking his lips thoughtfully, Reid knew he had to buy himself some time. It was clear that Jason was unstable, but it was also clear that he truly believed that he cared for Reid, in his own twisted way. He also knew that Jason's belief, that he was doing what was best for Reid, would also lead him to defensively snap. Which is when he would be most in danger. The idea of playing along, made Reid feel sick to his stomach, but he knew it was the only way he was going to buy himself any time. Steeling himself, he relaxed further into Jason's grasp, a shudder ran through his body.

"I'm sorry. This is all just happening very quickly." He spoke gently, his voice still shaking. "One minute we're friends, and now-" No matter how Reid tried, he could not finish that sentence, the breath caught in his throat.

"I know. Great isn't it?" Jason smiled, stroking hair out of Spencer's face and kissing him on the cheek.

Spencer gave an uncomfortable laugh, trying his best to be calm.

"I know you want... you want to be close to me." Reid tread carefully. "But, I- I just need some more time... to get used to it." As much as it pained him to do it, he turned his face up to look at Jason, trying to be as believable as possible. He smiled a small nervous smile.

Jason stared down at him, a look of irritation crossed his features. Then he tightened his grasp on Reid, smiling.

"Could you be any more perfect?" He held Reid in place as he gently kissed him on the lips, Reid automatically regretted lifting his head. Closing his eyes, he tried desperately not to panic. It was easier said than done. Jason then stroked his face. "Open your eyes, I wanna see your eyes." He whispered. Swallowing hard, Reid obeyed. Jason stared deep into his eyes and couldn't help but notice the slight fear that flickered across them. He kissed him again, this time not allowing Reid to break his gaze. Stroking his face again, he then released his grip. "I think you need a drink."

He shifted away from his captive and walked over to the corner of the room picking up a bottle of whisky. Reid watched him intently, breathing a sigh of relief when the man was no longer near him.

"I got some of this for you." Jason held up a bottle of whisky, identical to the one they had been drinking earlier. "You said you wanted to do it more often, so I thought, why not?" He smiled, turning to fill up a glass. He then came across the room and held out the full glass to Reid. Pulling his face, Reid paled slightly. Clearly feeling quite queezy. "Here. Take it."

Shaking his head, Reid politely refused.

"No thank you, I'm okay." He even managed a small smile.

"But I got it for you." Jason pushed.

Staring at the glass, Reid didn't know what to do. His mind was screaming at him to take it, just to have a few sips. But deep down, he knew that Jason would make him drink it all. He wasn't sure his stomach could take it. But the advice he had given to himself was do whatever he asks. Why is he offering you drink, Reid? Hotch's voice asked in his head. To weaken me.He answered. If I'm intoxicated, I can't think straight and he has the control. Reid knew what the pros and cons of both situations were, but he just simply couldn't give his mind freely to Jason. With little physical strength to speak of, Reid knew that his mind was the only thing that could be considered a threat. And he was sure that Jason was more than aware of that.

"I know, Jay." He tried to be friendly and casual. "And that's really kind of you, but like I said, I'm really not much of a whisky drinker."

Jason's face dropped.

"Drink it." He pushed the glass into Reid's hand.

Reid looked up at him, eyes pleading.

"Please, Jay. Don't do this to me." He smiled again, trying to calm the other man down. He really didn't want to lose his senses in this situation. He needed to keep his mind straight.

"I'm doing you a favour, Spence." He stroked his face. "I don't want you to hate me, it'll make things easier to start with. Trust me."

Reid's heart started pounding, he knew exactly what Jason was talking about. The temptation to take the easy route was overwhelming. But he couldn't help but feel that drinking that drink would somehow make the inevitable even more inevitable. At least if he had a clear head, he had some way of fighting it. Or that's what he hoped.

Looking down at the drink, he licked his lips nervously, then placed it on the floor.

"I don't need it. Thank you." He smiled again, his hands were shaking.

Jason's face was completely unreadable, expressionless. He bent down and picked up the glass. Reid watched him examine it for a few moments, he could barely breathe he was so nervous.

Suddenly, Jason looked directly at him. He face was full of anger. Reid's heart leapt in fear. Jason swung the glass straight towards Reid's face and smashed it into his uninjured cheek bone. It smashed, painfully cutting his flesh. The whisky flew into his eyes and soaked his hair and already stained jumper.

He cried out in agony as shards of glass stuck into his face. The force of the blow knocked him sideways and he brought his hands over his face to protect from any further attacks.

"You ungrateful son of a bitch!" Jason screamed at him. "I try to make it easier for you! I knew you would find this hard! And I try to fucking help you and you throw it back in my fucking face!" Jason was then picking up broken shards of glass and throwing them angrily at Reid in a kind of childish strop.

"I'm sorry!" Reid screamed desperately, his voice broke and tears started to come to his eyes. He was in terrified shock. His hands were shaking violently. He wished so much now that he had just taken the drink.

Jason stood over him, watching him shaking in pain and fear. Then suddenly his face crumpled in sadness.

"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry Spence." He grabbed his victim by the shoulders and pulled him up to a sitting position. Reid flinched at the touch, his eyes wide, untrusting. His hands were still defensively up by his face. "I'm so sorry!" Jason knelt in front of Reid, trying to get him to look him in the eyes. When Reid wouldn't, Jason stroked his face again. "Spence, I didn't want to hurt you. If you'd have just done what I asked... it would have all been okay." Blood was running down Reid's face, mixing with tears and whisky. Jason reached up to his cheek to pull out a couple of stray shards of glass. Reid winced as he did so. Jason hissed. "Sorry, sorry." He spoke gently. "Don't cry."

Reid automatically felt embarrassed, he wasn't much of a crier. It must have been the shock. Taking some deep breaths, he managed to gain control of his emotions once again. He did not want to be seen as weak by Jason.

Pulling Reid into an embrace, Jason rocked him back and forth like a child, stroking the back of his head. Reid found it oddly comforting, then he mentally slapped himself for thinking such a thought. That'sexactlythepoint.He told himself. Associating Jason with anything positive, Reid knew, was a dangerous thing.

Feeling how tense Reid was, Jason started massaging circles on his back. This just made him even more tense. Jason smiled.

"You've never been this close to a man before, have you?" Reid's hands came up to Jason's chest to create some sort of barrier. Before Reid even had chance to react, Jason had grabbed his wrists snapping them down to his sides. The speed and force he used made Reid gasp. He knew this wasn't going somewhere pleasant.

"Please." He whispered, unable to look his captor in the eye.

"Oh god," Jason gasped, "the things you do to me." He brought his face down to Reid's neck, who in return, tilted his head trying to refuse him access. Quickly responding, Jason moved his head to the other side and kissed into the juncture of Reid's neck, pushing him down onto the bed so he was on top of him. Still securely holding his wrists. He gasped again. "You're pure filth." He whispered, completely turned on.

Reid winced at this, no matter how much FBI training he had received over the years, no matter how many books he read, no matter how many different ways he tried to profile this guy, nothing could prepare him for this. The panic was overwhelming, he couldn't help but try to free himself. There was no way he was going to be able to 'play along' with this.

Screwing his eyes tightly shut, he twisted and turned his hands trying to free his wrists from Jason's grip. However, the more he focused on freeing his wrists, the more control Jason was getting of the situation. Reid knew he was trapped. He tried kicking the bigger man off him and rolling him over but Jason just interlocked his own legs with Reid's. Every time Reid struggled, Jason's strength overpowered him. In the sheer panic, Reid's mind started to wander. He thought about Gideon, and how he had said that you didn't need a gun to take down an unsub. He thought about what Gideon might have done in this situation, he cursed himself for never having picked up a weight in his life, for never having made the effort to train himself physically as well as mentally. He thought about Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, how they would deal with this. He knew that a man like Jason could never overpower one of them. He felt sick.

Reid's thoughts were suddenly broken by Jason's hands letting go of his wrists. They quickly came up to pull at his jumper. Reid's hand automatically grabbed Jason's, trying to stop him from removing his clothing.

"No, Jason. Please, please don't." Reid begged.

Grabbing Reid by the collar, Jason suddenly lifted him and pushed him up the bed until his chained right leg was completely straight, the chain was at full stretch. Reid hit at Jason in complete desperation. In return, he received a hard head butt to his eyebrow. Stars danced in front of his eyes as his already punished head complained. His head dropped to the pillow beneath him and his arms, for a few moments, fell limp. This was all the time Jason needed, as he shackled Reid's left arm to the corner of the bed. He now had little room for movement, stretched between two corner of the bed. When Reid came back to his senses, he realised his position and started kicking and hitting desperately. He was terrified.

"Please! Please Jason! I'm begging you, please, just leave me alone." Reid was sweating profusely, his breathing was coming in short sharp gasps, he was moments away from a panic attack. Then Jason stopped, straddling Reid's hips, he sat up, looking down at his captive in his vulnerable position. Reid froze, too nervous to believe that Jason might just leave him alone.

Jason's eyes were clouded with lust as he surveyed the mess beneath him. Reid's hair was stuck to his flushed face, he was covered in sweat, face still bleeding, his clothes were askew and his chest was rising and falling at a disturbing rate.

"Oh god." Jason breathed out, clearly aroused.

Reid once again screwed his eyes shut, tears escaping, running down his face. He kept trying to tell himself that this just wasn't happening. Jason then started running his hands up Reid's chest. He pulled the younger man's shirt out from his trousers and took his hand up underneath Reid's clothing.

"Relax, Spence." He said in a soothing voice. "Relax." Spotting Reid pulling at his bonds, he held his hand steady on his chest, trying to calm him. "You're gonna end up hurting yourself." He leaned over and held Reid's face tight, kissing him hard. "It's no use fighting, Spence." He said gently into his ear. "We're meant to be together. You'll see that." Giving him another quick kiss, Jason then sat up and crawled off his victim. Pulling his clothing back into position, Jason stood up straight. "I'll get you something to eat." With that, he promptly left.

Reid was left panting on the bed, the panic and shock taking over. Angrily he hit out at the mattress with his free arm and leg trying to dispel some of the frustration he was feeling. Feeling utterly helpless, he screamed in frustration banging at the mattress again. His heavy, fast paced breathing then turned into little sobs and he cried, his whole body shaking. He just wished that someone would find him.

"If his phone's here, he's not been gone long." Rossi stated.

"That's not a comfort, Rossi." Morgan snapped.

"Just saying, he's still gotta be in the area. We need to find out what he drives and alert local police to keep their eyes open." Rossi took out his phone and dialled Garcia. He moved into Reid's bedroom to speak with her, allowing Morgan and Hotch to keep talking.

Morgan was pacing the apartment, taking dramatic steps to avoid the mess.

"What the hell's been going on here? This isn't Reid. Reid is an anal retentive neat freak."

"An anal retentive neat freak who has been convinced that he's mentally ill." Hotch corrected. "It's only natural for him to actually experience some of the symptoms if he has been so strongly convinced."

Morgan picked up one of the glasses on the table.

"Looks like they were drinking."

"So Reid obviously let him in." Hotch added.

"But that doesn't make sense, Hotch. Reid was only just accusing Jason of having something to do with the whole phone number thing. Why would he let him in?"

Hotch dropped his gaze, knowing the answer deep down lay with him.

"Because when everyone's treating you like you're crazy, I suppose you start to believe it."

Morgan looked to Hotch, brows furrowed.

"Hotch, this isn't your fault."

"I sent him home, Morgan. I suspended him and told him he needed psychologically evaluating. If that's not saying 'you're crazy' then I don't know what is." Hotch stood, deep in thought. The guilt was written all over his face.

"Hotch, don't do that, man. Every one of us had our chance to do somethin'. I mean there is still a chance that he is mentally ill and Jason has just used that as an opportunity to get to him."

"I don't think that's the case." Rossi intervened, gaining Morgan and Hotch's attention. "Prentiss and JJ are at Jason's house now. He has a collection of books all about Schizophrenia, the signs, symptoms, everything is in there. Everything he would need to convince Reid that he was going mad."

Morgan shook his head in disbelief, how was this happening? Right under their noses.

"He also has a huge collection of photographs and keep sakes." He paused, knowing this would be bad news. "All Reid's."

"Keep sakes?" Morgan questioned.

"I'll put Prentiss on." Rossi said, dialling her number and switching her to speaker phone.

"Hey." She answered shortly, she was clearly not happy.

"Emily, what have you got?" Hotch asked, his face grave.

"What haven't we got? This guy has charted Reid's life for like the last year. We have literally hundreds of photos, his published works, even a file which seems to contain his whole life history. The access he has been able to gain through his job has been used to it's full potential. Anything he could find out about Reid, he has done."

"Anything that might help us understand where he's taken him?" Morgan asked.

"We're still looking, but the guy appears to have little connection to the outside world. Which is weird."

"How is that weird?" Morgan asked again, finding it quite normal that someone so obsessive has so few friends.

"His level of confidence suggests otherwise." Rossi explained. "This guy is no Reid. He's confident in his abilities, almost to the point of cocky. He had the balls to take a team of BAU profilers and breach our defenses. You don't learn that through isolating yourself."

"But he has such a need to be accepted by Reid." JJ's voice came over the line for the first time. She sniffled, she'd obviously been crying. "Why would he be so confident and then worry so much about what Reid thinks of him?"

"Because he loves him." Hotch said suddenly, in realisation.

"In his way." Rossi added.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked, confused.

"Well the man is clearly a sexual sadist-" Rossi was cut off.

"Yeah, we've more than enough evidence of that here." Prentiss spoke, clearly sickened by something she was looking at.

"-and he is clearly a sadistic stalker. The control he has had over Reid's life for the last week or so has shown that. And the fact that Reid had become so dependent on him, that just strengthens the case. However, with this type of unsub, usually they will have some reason for disliking the victim, something in their life that they want to pull apart. And because of this, they can't resist taunting the victim. But Reid's never had that."

"Rossi, the man made him think he was mad." Morgan shook his head, not understanding where Rossi was going with this.

"Yes, but I don't think that was actually for the purposes of driving Reid mad. I think it was a way in to fulfil his true aim, which was to have Reid all to himself. A sexual sadist wouldn't necessarily focus all of their attentions on one person like that, unless there was a deeper connection there. The stalking and driving him mad were just a means to an end. The fact is, he's obsessed with Reid and only Reid. Why else would he spend a year of his life working on this?"

"But how does this help Reid?" JJ spoke down the phone, clearly frustrated.

"It doesn't." Morgan said, sharply.

Rossi quickly cut in.

"If we know what his aims are, then we know as much as Reid does. Which can help us predict how he might react. This guys smart. We need to keep our heads in this."

Hotch nodded.

"Dave's right. Just because we know who the unsub and the victim are, it doesn't mean we shouldn't get a working profile."

"Don't call him 'the victim'." Morgan growled. Hotch glanced to Morgan, slightly taken a back. Tears were welled up in the dark man's eyes. "Just don't you call him that. The things that could be happening to him right now, Hotch. He'll be a victim for the rest of his god damn life... So until I know what's happened to him, he ain't no fuckin' victim. You hear?"

They all went quiet for a few moments, Hotch and Rossi stared at Morgan concerned.

"Okay." Hotch answered. His stomach churning at the suggestion of what might be happening at that very second. He tried not to think of it like that. "We need to get the two scenes processed, gather any evidence that may be of use to us. We start from square one."

Reid had finally managed to calm down, his breathing was back to a regular rate and he had stopped sweating. He felt exhausted. His face was stinging from where it had been battered. He was truly miserable. For the last ten minutes, all he could think about was the team. Did they even know he was missing? He wasn't expected to come back into work, so how would they know? They wouldn't come round to his apartment. No one invaded his privacy like that. They knew he didn't appreciate it. In fact, he could count on one hand the amount of times anyone, aside from him, had actually been in his apartment. He really did have trust issues.

Reid's exhausted mind eventually accepted the fact that the chances of anyone noticing he was missing before his Psych. Eval. on Friday were practically non-existent. The thought devastated him, but also had an oddly calming effect too. At least he wouldn't be wasted his energy on false hope. At least not til Friday anyway. Now he could focus his energies entirely on surviving and keeping his attacker at bay. He hoped that by Friday, he might as least still be in one piece.

He thought about the team again and couldn't help but feel slightly angry. They hadn't believed him. They hadn't believed he wasn't losing his mind. Didn't that technically make this partly their fault? No. Reid shook the thoughts from his head. You sound like him. That's what he wants.

Suddenly, Reid heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the room that he was in. He'd decided it was definitely a basement. It had that horrible 'basement feel' to it.

He looked up to see Jason entering with a tray. He smiled brightly.

"Are we a bit calmer now?" Reid didn't answer. Only glared. "I've made your favourite. Ravioli."

Reid looked at the meal. It was no longer his favourite. In fact, he doubted he would ever eat it again after this.

"Now I can either feed it you myself." Reid looked at him in horror. "Or I can trust you. I will let your wrist free and you can eat it yourself. But you have to promise to behave." He spoke to Reid like a child. Ruffling his hair as he did so. "What do you reckon?"

"Free my wrist, please?" Reid asked quietly.

"And you promise you won't start anything?" He leaned over him, looking deep into his eyes.

"I promise." Reid replied, weakly.

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, he used this to unlock the shackle around Reid's wrist. As he bent over, a pair of handcuffs fell out of his pocket. He picked them up, blushing slightly. Reid looked at them and then to Jason questioningly.

Jason merely smiled uncomfortably, putting them back into his pocket.

"Come on, eat up."

Reid sat up, his head spinning. The last thing he felt like doing was eating, but his stomach growled at him, desperate for nourishment. He had really been punishing himself recently. Not eating much and drinking far more coffee than is healthy. Reluctantly, he grabbed the fork and prodded at a ravioli.

"You need to keep your strength up." Jason added with a hint of innuendo.

Reid felt sick. His fork stopped moving for a few moments whilst he dealt with his emotions. He had never felt so objectified or violated in all his life. Not even after the football pitch incident, and that to date had been the most embarrassing moment of his life, second most terrifying – after Tobias Hankel. Reid wasn't happy to now put this experience to the top of that list. No matter how much Tobias Hankel beat him, it would never compare to the mental torture of having someone physically force themselves on him. He shuddered. Continuing to eat, purely because he knew he had to.

Soon he had finished the meal and had drank the water provided with it. The warm meal had made him tired. He was soon struggling to keep his eyes open, as desperate as he was not to fall asleep around Jason.

"Spence. Wake up." Jason prodded him. He opened his eyes with a start. He must have dozed off for a few moments. The thought worried him. "We're not done yet, Spence. I've done something nice for you there, giving you something to eat. Your favourite meal no less. It's only fair that you do something for me. This relationship has to be equal."

Reid's brows furrowed, clearly concerned now. Before he had a chance to answer Jason, he was rolled onto his front. Panic shot through him once again as Jason climbed on top of him.

"What are you doing?" Reid asked frantically.

"You were wondering what these were for." He pulled out the handcuffs. He grabbed one of Reid's wrists and shoved it behind his back, cuffing him. He then grabbed the other wrist and cuffed that too. Reaching round in front of Reid, between him and the bed, Jason grabbed at Reid's belt buckle.

"Oh god, no, please. Please Jason. Please!" Reid begged, digging his face into the mattress.

Jason started laughing.

"Oh calm down." He pulled the belt free from Reid's trousers. Reid's eyes were tightly shut. Examining the belt, Jason seemed satisfied. He wrapped it around Reid's neck and pulled upwards, trying to guide him off the bed. "Come on." He encouraged. Reid stiffly moved with his captor, finding himself standing at the side of the bed. His eyes darted around, unsurely as Jason's gaze levelled with his. "Get on your knees." He commanded.

Reid's eyes opened wide, his mouth dropped open in shock.

He started stuttering.

"I said, on. Your. Knees. Now."

Reid's eyes started to water. Jason pulled the belt tight around Reid's neck cutting off his airway for a few seconds. He coughed trying to recover his air. He was then sent to the floor by a hard blow to the back of the knees.

Crying out, due to the weakness from where he'd been shot, Reid gracelessly fell on to his knees. Wincing as he did so. Reid frantically turned his head away from his captor as he started to unzip his pants.

"Please Jason, don't do this." Begging was starting to become common place for him. 'Playing along' was an option long forgotten once sexual acts became an issue. Reid was under no illusions, fighting wasn't going to get him far, but it would certainly give him some self respect.

Shoving himself forwards, Reid tried to knock Jason over, all Jason did was pull the belt tight again, incapacitating him. Reid fell forwards, with no hands to rescue him. The belt throttled him painfully and he found himself gasping for air.

"Don't fight me, Spence." Jason spoke softly over Reid's coughing. "It'll do you no good." He bent down and dragged him as far away from the bed as the chain on his ankle would allow. With Reid still coughing, he took out a piece of black cloth and blindfolded him.

"Jason! No!" Reid managed to choke out, between coughs. Now his fear of the dark was kicking in.

"Spencer, yes." Jason mocked. Going completely silent, he didn't move.

All Reid could hear was his own panicked breathing. After around twenty seconds, he became nervous.

"Jason?" He asked tentatively. Receiving no answer, he licked his lips nervously. "Jason?" He tried again.

Jason was watching, lust building up in him as he watched Spencer nervously trying to figure out what was going on. Seeing him bound and blindfolded like that gave him a control high like no other and he loved it. He walked around his victim. Reid jumped at the footsteps.

"Jason – what are you doing?" Reid asked nervously. He heard the slight movement of clothes and the clink of a belt buckle. Terrified, he froze. Not knowing exactly where his former friend was.

Slapping Reid hard across the face, Jason aimed to surprise. Which worked. The action caused Reid to jump and gasp loudly. Allowing the older man entry to his mouth.

Reid gagged as the invasive flesh abused him, over and over. Jason held his head tightly with one hand as he had his 'favour' from Reid, the other hand held a small knife firmly to the young man's throat, keeping him under control.

He moaned, obviously enjoying the experience.

"Oh god, Spence. Oh god." He breathed, his breath hitching.

Tears were soaking the piece of cloth covering Reid's eyes. He had never felt so helpless in all of his life. He knew he wasn't weak, he knew people saw him as weak, but he knew he wasn't weak. But at that moment, he felt like the weakest person in the world. He was disgusted with himself. He had become an object.

Reid let his mind slip off to other places. If he didn't, he knew he would be sick at that very moment.

The abuse seemed to go on for an eternity, Jason pushing Reid further and further back until eventually he came with a loud, satisfied moan.

Reid automatically spat, heaving as he did so. He was bent forwards as waves of nausea swept through his body. He was very still for a good minute or so. Trying to come to terms with what had just happened to him.

Jason in this time was getting redressed. He then removed Reid's blindfold and ran a hand through his hair. The touch brought Reid back to reality and he suddenly vomited, bringing up all of his dinner and eventually dry heaving.

Jason just watched him, smiling kindly.

"You feel better now?" He stroked his head again.

"Don't touch me." Reid said, in something of a trance.

Jason started cleaning up the mess Reid had made, he was obviously prepared for it.

"Don't hate me, Spence. I'm teaching you valuable lessons. You'll realise that one day."

Reid's brows furrowed, he couldn't even answer. His mind was in turmoil.

Reaching round the young agent, Jason opened the handcuffs and removed them, putting them back in his pocket. Bending over, he kissed Reid on the top of the head. He didn't react.

"Get some rest." He instructed, and left.