Hey everyone. I hope you have all had a lovely Christmas! Sorry to keep you waiting longer than usual for this chapter, just had a very busy week. It's hard explaining to everyone where you keep disappearing to for hours on end. Lol. Thank you for all the great reviews for the last chapter, I really hope you are all enjoying the story. Please keep reviewing! Apologies for any grammar mistakes, I haven't read this through properly as it is very long and has been written in something of a hurry.
WARNINGS: Same warnings as the last chapter apply. Sexual assault, swearing and violence. Generally Jason is one very sick dude!
ENJOY!
Hotch stood in the conference room surveying the evidence pinned up on the boards. Photos of Reid's apartment and similar pictures of Jason's house. Numerous pictures of Reid taken from the walls of Jason's bedroom also decorated the wooden boards. They intended to profile Jason's thoughts of Reid by examining the possible reasons for why he chose those pictures in particular. All Hotch could come up with so far was that they were the pictures where Reid looked at his most attractive. His eyes were big and expressive, in some pictures he was smiling fully, teeth on full display. Hotch couldn't help but stare at those pictures. Reid smiled like that so rarely, and when he did it was usually only for a few small seconds, then he would retreat back into his usual self-conscious, nervous state. It made Hotch consider whether Reid was ever truly happy, or whether he lived constantly in a self-doubting, mistrusting world. He furrowed his brows as he looked at another picture of Reid, deep in thought. This was obviously a more recent picture.
Hotch had never noticed how much Reid spoke through his eyes. It sounded ridiculous, he was a profiler, after all. Reading someone's eye contact was part of that job. But working day in, day out with someone, Hotch realised that it had become easy to dismiss Reid's expressions and thoughtfulness as another symptom of his intelligence. But sometimes, as he could see so evidently in this picture, Reid was simply just unhappy and clearly had worries on his mind.
Dismissing his distracting thoughts, Hotch moved to the box of evidence on the table. JJ and Prentiss had collected this evidence from Jason's house. By the looks on their faces when it was placed down on the table, Hotch wasn't going to like what he saw. He had asked for a few moments to go through it all alone and set up the room as their base. But it was more than that, he knew it wasn't an advantage he deserved, but he really didn't think he could manage his own emotions and those of the team right now. He blamed himself, and he needed some time to focus his energies in the right place. He knew blaming himself wouldn't do Reid any good.
Removing the lid to the cardboard box, he found literally hundreds, perhaps even a thousand or so, more photographs of Reid. His face remained calm, but his heart was pounding. He reached his gloved hand into the box and pulled out a pile of photographs. Many of these were damaged. Straight away, he saw why. Jason had been erasing the other team members from the photographs. Some pictures were burned, some had simply been torn, others – particularly photographs involving Morgan – had been scratched at in a mad fury. Especially where Morgan had been touching Reid, with a simple hand on the shoulder or ruffle of the hair. Even where there had just been eye contact, Jason had erased all of Reid's interactions. Hotch stared at the mutilated pictures. He was starting to understand the level of control Jason wanted to have over Reid. And the thought made him feel physically sick.
JJ peered around the door, seeing Hotch had organised the room somewhat, she pushed the door open and entered. The rest of the team followed her in.
"Hotch, you ready?" She asked gently, glancing back to Morgan giving him a knowing look.
Coming out of his trance, Hotch met JJ's gaze, his eyes betraying nothing.
"Yeah." He answered simply. "Sit down." The team all sat in their chairs, exhausted. "What do we have?"
Prentiss was the first to speak.
"Well, you can see most of what we found here in this room. Like I said, the guy has documented Reid's life for the last year at least. He has thousands of pictures. He must have followed Reid whenever he wasn't here. There are literally hundreds of photographs at a time, all taken on the same days. He must have just followed him round taking as many pictures as he could in the little time he had spare."
"The most we found from one day of shooting was five films worth." JJ spoke dryly. "It's all in there." She motioned to the box on the table.
"Most disturbing though is his obsession with carving people out of Reid's life. Any pictures with us on have either been defaced or we have been removed from the photographs entirely." Prentiss stated in a matter of fact professional tone.
Hotch pushed the photographs into the centre of the table, holding one back.
"He resents anyone involved in Reid's life." Rossi commented.
"Not only that, but anyone who touches Reid." Prentiss corrected, presenting an example of a photo horrifically defaced because of the slightest touch. "This is quite clearly sexual."
Morgan winced at how brutally honest Emily's tone was. The team went silent for a few moments, trying to gather their thoughts.
Hotch pushed another photograph into the centre of the table.
"It seems there's another thing that gets him equally outraged." He looked to Morgan. "You."
Morgan looked at the picture, a dark skinned hand was on Reid's shoulder and the young man was smiling broadly. He couldn't even make the rest of himself out in the picture. It had been scratched beyond recovery.
"He has rage towards me?" Morgan sounded offended.
"Well it makes sense." Hotch said. "You look out for Reid. You always have."
"We all have, Hotch." Morgan spoke, his tone frustrated.
"Derek, he trusts you. More than me, more than Hotch. JJ, Prentiss and Garcia barely figure in this guy's head. He sees Reid's relationships as he sees his own. Sexual towards men." Rossi passionately argued.
"It's only natural for a man like him to look upon you as the biggest threat." He took the photograph back and held it up. "And a photograph like that, is going to fuel that anger."
"I had my hand on his shoulder, god damn it! He's a friend!" Morgan was getting very defensive. "Just because he views Reid like some sexual toy to be controlled, it doesn't mean I do!"
"Morgan." Hotch warned.
"I'm sorry Hotch, but this guy fuckin' sickens me!" The team looked around uncomfortably. Hotch knew these were old issues coming to the surface and he was desperate not to be insensitive, but in the end, this was about Reid right now. And Morgan would have to put his own demons aside. "What the fuck is he doing to him right now? What kind of sick fantasy is he playing out right now?"
"That's enough." Hotch commanded. "This is not constructive."
"Fuck constructive!" Morgan argued back. "The chances of us doing anything constructive walked out that door when Reid did."
"What, so you're just gonna give up on him?" JJ asked angrily.
"I didn't say that." Morgan lowered his voice dangerously.
"No? So what are you saying Morgan?" JJ shouted, remembering how frustrated she felt with him when he indirectly blamed her for Tobias.
"What I'm saying is this guy has a 2 hour head start on us. Whether he has taken Reid two hours away, or is just round the corner, that is two hours he has ahead of us. Do you know what he could do in that time?" He practically spat. "He could tear Reid's life apart!" Morgan banged his fist on the table, his eyes started to water. His voice broke slightly. "We're probably already too late."
The team looked at him, horrified, not sure whether it was because he had actually said it, or whether it was because they had thought it themselves.
Derek stared hard at the photo that was once him and a smiling Reid. He couldn't believe this was happening to the kid. Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and left the room muttering about needing some air.
Prentiss went to stand up, looking to Hotch.
"Shall I?"
"No." He answered. "We'll all have our moments. The important thing is that the rest of us keep working."
JJ ran a shaky hand over her face, sighing heavily. She hated confrontation, particularly with the her friends, and particularly when it was about friends. She wanted to run, she wanted to cry, she wanted to kill the man who had taken the godfather to her son. But she knew, she had to stay focused. Reid needed them all, more than he ever had before. Even more than with Hankel. There was no chance of him being able to drop them clues this time.
"Was there anything that might suggest where he has taken Reid?" Asked Rossi.
"There were a few addresses, relatives names. But we checked with Garcia, any close relatives are dead. He has an aunt in Philadelphia, but she hasn't heard from him in over ten years. His father died five years ago. We wondered whether he left him any property in his will, but no such luck." Prentiss answered, calmly.
"Garcia also checked home records for Jason and Raven Drive appears to be his only and last known address for the last two years, since he moved here. Any links to previous residences are long gone." JJ added.
"What about friends?" Hotch questions.
"He doesn't actually appear to have any. At all." Prentiss raises her eyebrows as she says this.
"Hardly surprising if he's been fixated on Reid for the last year." Rossi commented. "It's hard to keep friends when you have little interest in them."
"So what do we actually have? Any links to any properties at all?" Hotch asked, feeling slightly frustrated. This didn't go unnoticed.
"None that we could find." JJ replied, equally jaded.
"Wherever he has taken him must have a personal meaning to him." Rossi stated confidently. "It has to."
"Why do you say that?" Asked Emily.
"Because he is a control freak, he has meticulously planned every stage of this right from the beginning. He has to have the control, and these photos show he has severe insecurities too. He simply wouldn't take Reid somewhere he didn't feel completely relaxed and comfortable."
"Okay, so do you think that means he's close?" JJ asked.
"I think it's impossible to tell exactly where he is. We need the points to co-ordinate from and we simply don't have enough information. Without a geographical profile, we're looking for a needle in a haystack." Rossi answered, looking flat, remembering Reid's penchant for map reading. If he were there then, Rossi bet he would find them some points to work from.
"Okay, well Emily, JJ, I want you to go through every aspect of his life. Work with Garcia, find out where he shops, he eats, his activities, everything. Anyone he has come into contact with, anyone could be a lead. We need to start building that geographical profile." Hotch instructed. The two ladies nodded. "I think we're trying to jump ahead too much. We know Reid and Jason personally and I think we're forgetting the basics. We need to start from the very beginning."
"Victimology." Rossi stated.
"Dave, you, me and Morgan will look at that. Why Reid? Why Stephen Thompson? And if we can bring him in for interview, Prentiss, I'd like you to deal with that." Prentiss nodded. Not looking forward to that.
"I don't think that's going to be possible, sir." Garcia said meekly from the doorway. No one knew how long she had been standing there. They turned to her, intrigued. Clearing her throat uncomfortably, she continued. "Stephen Thompson committed suicide a year after he was attacked."
The energy in the room was at rock bottom, they all went completely silent as the implications of Garcia's discovery weighed on them all.
Reid shifted awake from the sleep he didn't realise he was in. His body moaned, sore from the punishment it had taken within the last however many hours. He rubbed his eyes, feeling completely groggy, looking around, his heart sank. He was still there.
He had been covered by a blanket as he slept, he could only assume that Jason had done it. Reid shuddered. Jason.
What he had done to him when he last saw him had played on his mind for what seemed like an eternity. His emotions would swing between anger, sickness and feeling completely numb. But right now, he just felt anxious. Feeling vulnerable lay down, he sat himself up and was relieved to find that his head no longer pounded, just ached. He had no idea where Jason was, or when he was going to come back. Pushing aside the feeling of impending doom, Reid decided it was time to do something useful. Actually profile the bastard.
Right. He's a sexual sadist first and foremost. Reid shuddered. He seems to be a psychopath, he believes he's in love with me, but it is more likely an obsession used to justify his actions. He is highly organised and extremely confident, although he does seem to crave my approval, which makes him unstable and insecure. If he feels that I am looking down on him or disrespecting him then he'll lash out. The glass flashed through his mind. He is obsessed with the idea of us being together and this obsession means that he is unlikely to ever let me go free. The obsession rationalises in his mind the sadistic pleasure he gains from being in control. My lack of compliance whilst initially is seen as a put down, hence the anger, it also fuels the fantasy. If I were to comply, it would cause a conflict in his mind between the sexual sadist and the part of him that is truly convinced that he has feelings for me. Reid shuddered again. Comply. Pushing the thought away, he continued. He has most likely brought me to a place that he knows well and he has decent access to. It's not easy to get a double bed down into a basement without someone knowing. Although, it doesn't feel like a house, but if it is a house, it is most likely empty. This place means something to him, he has to feel secure. It's either somewhere he's lived, worked or socialised. Although the chances of it being somewhere he has socialised are slim. He gazed around the room some more. No apparent means of escape. The question is, what is his ultimate aim? Will he keep me here? Will he kill me? He's not likely to let me go, his need for control would be too strong. Reid sighed. He will eventually kill me. It's the natural progression. The escalation. When he's no longer feeling satisfied by me, he will kill me.
Reid stared down at the mattress, completely depressed. This was never how he thought he was going to spend his last days.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps came down the stairs. Reid shuddered. He did not look up.
"Morning, sleepy head." Jason said cheerfully, walking in with a tray of breakfast. Boiled eggs and toast, orange juice and a strong coffee. He placed it down on the bed in front of Reid and ruffled his hair. Reid just stared at it. Jason sat on the chair in the corner of the room and watched his captive. "You're not still angry about last night, are you?" He leaned back in the chair, a genuine look of surprise on his face. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Reid's brows furrowed, he still didn't give him eye contact. Swallowing back the nausea that was once again rising, he answered simply.
"No." It was no more than a whisper.
They both sat in silence for a good minute or so. Reid feeling particularly self-conscious.
"I thought you might need something to eat." Jason gestured to the tray in front of Reid. This time, Reid looked him in the eye, his expression turning cold.
"Thanks." He replied, with a hint of sarcasm. Jason smiled.
"Don't be like that! I'm just trying to make it up to you, Spence. I know this is all very different for you."
"Don't call me that." Reid spoke through gritted teeth.
"What?" Jason smiled innocently. "I like Spence, it's cute." Sighing heavily, Reid rubbed a hand down his face. Jason stood and walked over to the bed. Suddenly he grabbed Reid by the hair, the young agent gasped in surprise. Gripping him tightly, Jason brutally slammed Reid's head into the bed post. Reid let out a loud cry. "Don't you dare fucking tell me what I can and can't do!" He released him.
Reid's hands automatically went up to the painful spot where he had been hit. He shielded himself from Jason.
"I'm sorry!" He cried out quickly. He then felt a soothing hand rubbing his back.
"I know, Spence. I know." Jason then moved back to the corner of the room and sat down again. "But for a genius, you ain't half stupid sometimes. How long is it going to take you to realise that I have complete control here?"
Reid looked at him, his eyes slightly pleading. He wasn't quite sure what he was pleading for, he knew the man was not going to let him go, he'd just dealt with that realisation. Perhaps it was some sort of kindness, the sort he'd shown when they were friends. Reid looked away. We were never 'friends'.
"I don't know what you expect me to do." Reid sighed.
The statement caught Jason slightly off guard. His brows furrowed for a second, clearly not sure about his answer. This did not go unnoticed. He then softened his face.
"I just want you to be happy."
Reid could have laughed out loud at this, but instead he kept his head down and spoke quietly.
"But I'm not. How can I be when you're keeping me here against my will?" He looked up sadly, hoping to reach Jason's human side. "You're hurting me, Jay."
Jason's eyes flickered angrily.
"I'm not hurting you, Spence! I'm saving you! Saving you from the people who really hurt you!" He moved quickly across to Reid, getting onto his knees and grabbing his hands. Reid flinched. "You're safer here with me than you have ever been with them!" Reid looked at him like he was crazy. "I've rescued you, I've got you away from the loneliness, the pain your colleagues cause you. It doesn't take a genius to see that you weren't happy." He pulled a number of pictures out of his pocket. All pictures of Reid with other members of the team. "Look," He pointed to Reid's expression. "Look there, you don't look happy. And those feelings are directed at him!" Reid stared at the picture of him looking unhappily at Hotch. It was clear they were discussing something quite disturbing, probably related to a case. But Jason was taking the pictures out of context. He pulled out another one. "And look!" It was him and JJ. "Another unhappy picture!" He reeled more and more off. "And another, and another, and another! Don't you get it, Spence? These people are no good for you!"
Reid shook his head in denial.
"No. My team care, they care more than anyone has ever cared about me." Reid stared Jason straight in the eyes, unflinching. Jason's stomach did a little flip, his need to control was overwhelming him again.
"Really." He said sarcastically.
"Really." Reid said, undeterred.
Jason stood and walked around the room slowly.
"Well if they care that much, how come they never asked about you?" Reid tried his best not to look confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Reid simply stated.
"Today, at work. They never asked how you were. In fact, they barely spoke about you at all."
Reid's brows furrowed.
"You've not been into work." Reid tested.
Jason showed him his watch. 12.30pm.
"Lunch hour, Spence. I clearly exhausted you yesterday, you have slept for hours."
Reid shook his head, clearly confused.
"No. No, I've not slept that long. I know I haven't."
"Haven't you?" Jason said gently, "well then you must be in a different time zone to us then. I saw your team this morning."
Reid looked up at Jason searchingly.
"You wouldn't go into work. They would be looking for me."
"Only if they thought you were missing." Jason taunted cruelly. "Right now, you're just a mentally ill liability who has pissed everyone off. Hotch has ordered the team to back off and give you time to sort your head out."
Reid shook his head, feeling slightly panicked.
"No, someone would have gone to check on me by now."
"I did." Jason said kindly.
"No, someone from the team. They'd have called and when they found no answer, they would have gone looking for me."
Jason looked at him sympathetically.
"Oh Spence."
"You're lying." Reid accused, no doubt in his mind.
"Why would I do that?" Jason smiled kindly.
"Because you want control, and if you make me think that I'm crazy that the team have turned against me then I will only have you to depend on."
"Interesting." Jason pondered.
Reid turned confrontationally towards Jason, feeling stronger with the back up of his profile.
"But you're forgetting something, Jason. I'm a profiler, and whatever you're doing, I know. I can read you, every little thing you do. It's my job, so if you are planning minds games, I wouldn't bother."
Jason stared hard at Reid, loving the strength he was suddenly seeing in the young agent.
"Okay, you got me." He held his hands up. "I manipulated you, I admit. I want to be part of your life, your team get in the way, I want rid of them. So yes, I rang Bennington. I did that, I knew it would make the team trust me, as I knew they were suspicious of me. I also got you drunk, as I know you're not exactly experienced when it comes to relationships and I knew you would fight me if I tried to tell you how I feel. But I did all of this for you. I saw you were struggling, and I saw your team doing nothing! Nothing to help you! Then I watched you get the shit kicked out of you by those brothers, and still they did nothing. I watched you losing things, and they did nothing. I watched you getting depressed and they. Did. Nothing!" Jason was getting angry now. But so was Reid.
"You watched me getting depressed?" He spat. "You watched me lose stuff?" He stood now, wincing as his abused body ached. "What the hell are you talking about? The only reason why you had to watch anything was because you made sure that I thought I was crazy! You did this to me! Nobody else!"
Jason stared at him, horrified for a few moments. Reid all of a sudden felt incredibly nervous, he searched Jason's face.
"No, Spencer. No. I rang Bennington, I gave you whisky. That's all... That's all I did. I took advantage, I know. But that's all I ever did." Jason look Reid right in the eyes, his gaze didn't falter. Reid's did. He started shaking his head.
"No. You're lying." His voice had nothing like the conviction it had only a few moments before.
Jason moved towards Reid and took his hand. Reid was too confused to complain.
"No, Spencer. I'm not."
"You're trying to make me trust you." Reid sounded like a child.
"Spence, I just told you what I did. I have no reason to believe that you will ever trust me again. What use do I have in lying to you now? I have manipulated you when you were vulnerable, I've betrayed your trust I know. What use is there in me lying to you now? I have you here, you're not going anywhere. You don't trust me. If I had been clever enough to make you think you were crazy, do you not think I would use that against you?" Reid was obviously conflicted. "I needed to get you out of there. Away from that place, those people."
"So you made me think the team was making me crazy."
"No, Spencer. No!" He grabbed Reid by the shoulders and shook him. "I did not do that to you! I saw what was happening to you and I protected you. I took you away from it."
"And you used it against me!"
"YES! Yes I did Spence, but only to save you. Do you not understand? I was saving you!"
Reid pushed Jason backwards, not wanting to hear it.
"NO! You are lying, you want me to turn against my team. I'm not stupid!"
Jason felt anger twitch through his body and he launched himself at Reid, tackling him down onto the bed. The pair struggled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally Jason straddled Reid, pushing his hands down to the bed. He was pinned with Jason looking down on him.
"Now listen!" He hissed. "Do you trust me?" Reid turned his head away. Jason released one hand and grabbed Reid by the hair, forcing him to look at him. "Do you fucking trust me?"
"NO!" Reid shouted as Jason pulled at his head again.
"Will you ever trust me again?" Jason pressed. Reid squeezed his eyes shut as the hand in his hair tightened, he tried to release some of the pressure using his free hand but to no avail.
"No." He ground out. Jason then grabbed Reid by the face, Reid let out a little yelp as Jason caught his cheek bone.
"Then why the fuck would I lie about this? You tell me, you fucking genius. What exactly is it that I have to gain? You have just said you'll never trust me. I have you here, I know at some point your team will start looking for you, they will have to, but that barely concerns me. You can't go anywhere, it's not like you trusting your team actually affects your chances of getting out of here. I already have your team well and truly out of the fucking way! So what more could I possibly want?"
"You want me to have nothing to fight for."
"Spence, I don't care whether you fight or not. To be honest, I find this whole new found strength thing rather arousing. So why the fuck would I wanna get rid of that?" Reid found himself lost for words. "The fact of the matter is, Spencer, I gain nothing out of lying about that. Nothing at all."
"You get to see me suffer." Reid quickly countered, his thoughts desperately trying to arrange themselves.
"Oh Spence," Jason pinned down his free hand again, moving down to kiss Reid on the neck, he spoke in between kisses. "I find this... a much... more effective... means of doing that."
Reid squirmed under his captor.
"Get off me." He ordered desperately.
"Not a chance." Jason whispered into his ear. Still kissing. "Don't you understand?" He kept whispering and kissing. "I have all of the control here anyway, Spence. I just simply don't need any more."
"No." Reid whispered, his belief in his mental sanity was starting to shatter. He couldn't argue with Jason's logic. There really was no reason for the man to lie. If anything, he should claim responsibility for making Reid believe he was going crazy. If he had indeed, deceived 6 FBI profilers, that was surely something a man like him should be proud of?
"The question is..." He licked up to Reid's ear. "Spence," he whispered lustfully, making Reid shudder. "Is it actually your mind that's letting you down?" He stopped and looked Reid dead in the eye. "Or is it the necessary budget cuts that each team is having to take?"
Reid stuttered.
"B-Budget cuts? There are no budget cuts."
Jason smiled, leaving go of Reid and standing up, he licked his lips as he surveyed Reid sitting up quickly and shyly readjusting his clothing.
"What have I told you about e-mail? If you had e-mail Spence, you would know about these things!"
"I receive hard copies of all bureau notifications." Reid countered, defending his anti-technology opinions.
"Yes, and on your desk you currently have two weeks' worth. I checked." Reid blushed, he knew his paper work had been getting on top of him. "This notification was circulated, gosh, about a week ago. Stating that due to statutory budget cuts, it is likely that there will be job losses, and any agents who may have an interest in transferring to any other offices/fields should express an interest within the next 21 days to be considered. Team supervisors were also asked to assess and evaluate the effectiveness of their teams and individuals within them. I know this because SSA Lewis was talking to me about the possibility of Technical Analysts being shared between teams and they had been asked to evaluate the performances of each T.A." Reid just stared at Jason, lost for words. "So I don't know what you think, Spencer, about who would go from your team. But the timing of it all ain't half strange." He went to sit back in the corner of the room, never taking his eyes off the young agent. "I mean how much do you really trust your team, Spencer? I mean, really trust them? And how much do you think they trust you?" Reid looked up, concern in his eyes. "You've been kidnapped, been through drug addiction, you've willingly walked yourself into dangerous situations completely unarmed on numerous occasions, you've been infected by anthrax and now you're suffering from debilitating headaches and are seemingly having a psychological break down."
"I'm not having a psychological break down." Reid said, dangerously.
"Perhaps not, but with a background like yours, it's hardly unbelievable is it? And if you were to 'apparently' have a sudden mental break down, who would ask questions? Surely the bureau – with a background like yours, remember – would probably find it almost... justified, their hands 'would be tied', so to speak. Or at least that's what they would say."
Reid stared into space for a good few minutes. Jason just watched him, as the implications of what he had just said, sank in. Jason was finally breaching his defenses. He knew Reid's mind would be hard to crack, but his mind and his trust issues were the very issues that could tear him apart. Jason knew that if he focused there, Reid's defenses would soon be broken.
Jason moved over to Reid and sat next to him, placing an arm around his shoulders. Reid didn't even flinch.
"I'm sorry." Jason said softly. "I've watched this happening for the last week and I just had to get you out of there."
Reid sighed.
"You don't care about me, you're a sadistic psychopath." Reid replied, his voice completely monotone.
"Oh Spence," Jason laughed. "Okay, okay I admit, I'm a sadist. That is where I get my kicks, always has been. I don't apologise for that." Reid looked at him like he was crazy. Jason tightened his arm around his shoulders. "It doesn't mean I don't care about you. I don't want to see other people hurting you. I'm crazy about you, Spence."
Reid suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, he cursed himself for letting his guard down. He had let Jason control his emotions so much that he hadn't registered the danger he was still in. Feigning a smile, he tried to shuffle away, mumbling a 'thanks' to him as he did so.
But he was too late. Reaching across Reid and pushing the tray onto the floor, Jason then leapt on top of Reid again. A similar struggle to before took place and once again Reid found himself underneath Jason, pinned to the bed. They were both panting heavily.
"When are you going to learn? Fighting will do you no good, Spencer."
Feeling the frustration building, Reid's anger level was dangerously high, he was angry with the team, he was angry with Jason but most of all, he was angry with himself, for ever trusting any of them. He flipped. He bucked and kicked out with his legs and punched out with his arms, managing to catch Jason off guard. He punched the man square in the nose, he felt a slight pang of surprise which normally would have stopped him from carrying on, but in this state he was desperate. He kept hitting until he had enough leverage to throw Jason off him. Reid got himself straight off the bed, and stood in a defensive position, ready to tackle him again if he came near him.
Jason looked up in shock at the smaller, younger man. Completely caught off guard by the sudden display of violence. Shaking his head, he gave a sadistic smile, brushed himself off and stood.
"I've gotta give you credit, Spencer. You are full of surprises. The punch to the nose was a particularly nice touch."
"Touch me again and I will give you some more." Reid said in a threatening voice that didn't even sound like his own.
Jason started laughing, Reid automatically felt self-conscious. Some of his anger dissipated and embarrassment set in. He felt like he was at school again. Jason kept laughing. Seeing his slightly hurt look, Jason stopped himself.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Spencer." He wiped a tear from his eye. "That's just the funniest thing I've ever seen."
"Don't mock me." Reid warned, his cheeks flushed. Jason laughed again. "I'm serious." Reid continued, although all he wanted to do now was cry.
"Serious?" Jason's face suddenly dropped. "You don't know what serious is." He moved towards Reid, like a predator towards prey. Reid's hands came up defensively, any threat he previously may have posed had deserted him.
"Stay away from me." He tried to sound strong, god he tried.
Suddenly Jason kicked Reid square in the stomach, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. The kick was followed by a quick succession of 3 punches to the head and back, and then another kick, this time to the shoulder knocking him backwards. Reid landed hard on the floor, his back hitting painfully against the side of the bed. He gasped for air, completely in shock.
Jason grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up so they were face to face.
"Now that is how you fight, you fucking child! Stand up!" Reid managed to stand up by himself, he swayed slightly, his eyes were wide, hair hanging in his face. "Now hit me." Jason ordered.
"What?" Reid asked, nervously.
"Hit me." He ordered again. Reid licked his lips nervously, unsure what to do. "Fucking hit me!" He shouted.
In panic, Reid lunged for him, only for his fist to be caught in mid air and twisted behind his back. He yelped in pain. Jason head butted the side of his head and Reid fell forwards when he was released.
"Get up." Jason ordered again. Reid looked to him tiredly. "Get up." He said firmly. Reid obeyed. "Try again." Feeling highly frustrated, Reid flung himself at Jason again. This time Jason grabbed his arm and punched him square in the chest twice, winding him severely. Reid collapsed to the floor, holding his chest, unable to regain his breath.
"Get up." Jason ordered again. Reid looked at him desperately. "Get up." He repeated. Reid shook his head, still gasping for breath. "Get the fuck up. Now." Jason instructed, dangerously. Reid closed his eyes, struggling to get up again. It took a good thirty seconds, but Reid finally regained his breath and was stood on his own two feet.
"Try again." Reid just shook his head again. He couldn't do this. What good was it doing him? "Again." This time Reid half heartedly kicked out at Jason. Violently, Jason grabbed his leg and twisted it, practically flipping Reid over. Reid screamed in agony as his previously injured knee struggled with the abuse. Tears clouded his eyes and he clung onto the knee, desperately trying to relieve the pain.
"Get up." Jason ordered again. Shaking his head at Reid's heavy breathing, he grabbed him by the hair. "Get up!"
"I can't!" Reid's broken voice shouted. Tears ran down his face now. He knew the point Jason was trying to make, and he had made it very well.
Reid was now sat with his back against the bed. Jason then sat behind him on the bed, one leg either side of the young agent. He stroked Reid's hair.
"Sssshh... it's okay, Spence." Reid's head dropped to his knee. "I just hope you understand now."
Reid nodded.
"I do... I do." He tried to pull himself away from Jason's grasp, but then he produced the handcuffs again. Reid's eyes opened wide and he tried to shoot forwards, but his painful knee got in the way. Jason managed to grab his right wrist and cuffed it, soon subduing his left one and cuffing it to the right, behind his back, looped through the side of the bed. Reid was stuck to the side of the bed, sat on the floor with his back up against it. He rested his head back so he could look up at Jason. "Please..." he begged. "Please just leave me alone, Jay. If you've ever cared about me, you wouldn't want to do this to me. Please." Jason just ran his hand down Reid's chest, then blindfolded him. "No." Reid whispered. Knowing what was coming. Jason pulled his head back and kissed him, upside down, fully on the lips. At that angle, Reid didn't have the strength to pull his head away.
Jason moaned at the kiss, leaning over Reid, as he was with his legs either side, it gave him complete access to his victim and he ran his hand down Reid's chest, reaching his groin. He gave a tight squeeze and Reid gasped. Taking that opportunity, Jason deepened the kiss, exploring Reid's mouth with his tongue. Reid felt sick, he desperately wanted to bite but for some reason, he couldn't find the courage. He was stilled by shock. Jason started fumbling with Reid's button on his trousers and Reid started to protest, making noises, trying to get Jason to stop. Jason pulled away from the kiss and pushed his hand into the younger man's trousers.
"No Jason, please." Reid gasped as Jason's hand grabbed his most intimate place.
"Oh Spencer. Don't be so shy." Jason mocked. Jason's hand started moving up and down, trying to bring Reid to arousal. Reid's head was tipped forwards, trying to push Jason's arm out of the way. He didn't mind too much, he liked it more when Reid tried to fight him to no avail. "Nothing is going to help, Spence." He whispered.
Jason continued moving his hand up and down, first he started slowly, then his hand speeded up its strokes. Reid gasped, turning bright red with embarrassment as his body started to respond to the unwanted touch.
"That's it, Spence, that's it." Jason continued to whisper. Reid's breathing was getting heavy now.
"Please... stop." Reid continued pleading, his voice clouded by unwanted arousal.
"Why? When you're enjoying it so much?" Jason mocked again.
Noticing that Reid was just about to bite his arm, he speeded up his strokes again. Reid gasped once more and his head dropped forwards. He was losing control.
Jason slowed down his strokes and grabbed Reid's chin with his other hand, pulling Reid's head back. Reid pushed his head forwards, trying desperately to stop his face from looking up at Jason. Jason once again speeded up the strokes and strengthened his grip. Reid moaned lightly as his body responded, losing control of his head. This allowed Jason to pull his head back and engaged Reid's mouth in a passionate kiss. As Jason concentrated more on the kiss, his strokes slowed down.
Eventually Jason stopped kissing Reid, and Reid dropped his head forwards a shattered sob escaping his lips.
Jason pushed the young agent's head to the side and kissed him on the neck, seriously speeding up the strokes. Reid gasped and panted as his body allowed him no control over his reactions. Pulling Reid's blindfold off, Jason then grabbed him by the forehead and held his head firmly so he could see his reactions. Speeding up his strokes once more he intended to finish him off.
Reid has his eyes tightly closed, tears running down his face. Jason kissed his cheek.
"Don't cry." He whispered, kissing his neck. This only made Reid cry more. As Jason was finishing him off, Reid started panting heavily, losing control of all of his senses. Jason pulled his head back further so he could look down on Reid's face as he came. Reid's whole body tensed and Jason took his mouth into a bruising kiss silencing Reid's distressed cry. He felt Reid's body go limp after he climaxed and started massaging his chest with his hands. He reached down and released the handcuffs. Reid simply sat staring at the wall in complete turmoil. He hated himself right now. Jason moved in front of Reid, pulling him up to standing. He pulled Reid up against him, and Reid weakly tried to fight him off. His hands roamed all over Reid's body then slammed him to the bed behind him. Quicker than Reid could fight, Jason chained his arms and loose leg to the bed. Reid was begging now.
"No, Jason, please. Please stop. That's enough, please." He couldn't stop crying.
Jason merely stroked his face.
"Oh Spence. You're so selfish. Why do you deserve all the fun?" He said salaciously. He pulled at the button on his own trousers and allowed his own erection to spring forwards. Reid closed his eyes, feeling dizzy with panic.
"Ah, ah, ah." Jason said to him, like a child. "Oh no you don't. Eyes open Spence." He pulled a knife from his pocket and put it against Reid's throat. Another sob escaped Reid's lips as he felt the knife. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He opened his eyes, tears ran down his face. "Good." Jason moaned as he rubbed himself up against his captive. Reid felt so ashamed. He was sweating profusely and his whole body was shaking with shock, but he couldn't move, both the shackles and the knife kept him firmly in place. Jason explored his body with his hands, no where was left untouched. Reid was grateful that he still had layers of clothing protecting him somewhat. Although Jason's hands still went underneath them, he, at least, didn't feel exposed. Bringing the knife back up to Reid's neck, Jason threatened him again.
"Open." Reid made no movement, he knew what was coming and he felt sick. He couldn't do this again. Grabbing his face tightly and painfully, Jason shook his head. "Fucking open your mouth!" He shouted right in Reid's face. Reid sobbed again. "You're fucking pitiful!" He spat, forcing Reid to open his mouth with his hands and the knife.
Once again he violated Reid with his hard flesh. Reid gagged, and struggled to get away but it was all to no avail. Forced to keep eye contact with Jason throughout the whole ordeal, he once again let his mind wander off to happier places. Times where he felt like he belonged in the world. After an agonising ten minute assault, Jason finally came.
Jason finally let go of Reid and wiped his victim's mouth. Reid made no move. He just stared at the ceiling, his eyes empty.
"Spence?" Jason nudged him gently. No response. "Spence?" He tried again with another nudge. This time he came round. Blinking away the dream-like state, Reid looked at Jason. His eyes still expressionless, but his body started shaking. Jason released Reid's arms and he automatically curled in on himself. Jason leaned over him, rubbing his back and legs. "I've gotta go back to work now, Spence. Can I have a kiss?" Reid didn't respond. Jason leaned over and kissed him on the neck. "I'll see you later, try and eat something." He gestured to the tray.
Then he promptly left. When Reid heard the door at the top of the stairs shut, he finally broke down. His body was racked with painful sobs and his body shook violently. He cried harder than he could ever remember. He just wanted this to be over.