Angst Bingo
Title: Stop
Prompt: Emotional abuse
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Reid.
Medium: Fic
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Verbal and physical abuse, kidnapping, mention of rape, mention of human-trafficking.
Summary: Reid is held hostage and is punished as he tries to help other victims.
Unbeta
Written for angst_bingo
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“Look what you made us do,” the man snarled in his face and waved the blue clothing in front of him. Spencer knew better then to reach out and grab it but he tried to identify it. “You piece of, shit. All because you can´t behave like the slut that you are.”
Spencer drew in a shaky breath, this kind of talk wasn´t anything new. The boss and the others had used him and abused him in so many ways he´d lost count, and he was so tired. He just wanted to curl up and go to sleep but there was something new going on. He watched the cloth with intent, he wasn´t sure if he recognized it.
“Your little attempt to prep my girls, is a waste of time. They always get what they deserve in the end and you know it. You better stop your little games or I´ll need to hurt something more… of a value to you.”
Snapping his head up to face his tormentor only managed to increase his headache but he knew he couldn´t look away. He needed to know what the man was implying. He kept his mouth shut, knowing that speaking would only serve him a fist or a foot or something worse.
“Got your attention now, did I?” The man laughed, cruelly. “You need to learn you are nothing but an object to play with, we do what we want, with whoever we want and with whatever we want.”
The harsh man stood up and shoved his foot into the laying man´s abdomen. Curling in pain, Spencer shut his eyes as his empty stomach tried to object by heaving. He bit his lower lip to hold back the cry of pain, he knew well enough it would only result in another kick.
“We know who you are, and the only reason you are still alive, is that the boss needs you as some kind of insurance. So if you don´t behave, this is what will happen.” The cloth hit his face as the man threw it at him.
Slowly, Reid untangled the cloth. It was a blue t-shirt, for a six or a seven year old with a picture of Spiderman. God, no! Reid looked pleadingly at the man standing over him.
The man laughed at the look. “Recognized it,” the man said and crouched down, “the boss thought you would.”
“See, we can get to little Jack anytime, anyplace,” the man taunted. All too easily he caressed the young man´s calf with his fingers, moving upward over his knee and up his thigh.
Reid closed his eyes as repulsion set into his stomach.
“His hot-shot dad won´t even know what happened,” the man continued, ”one day he´s there and the next… puff, little Jack disappears just like his lost lover.”
“Please…” Spencer said, both to stop the fingers and to plead for Jack.
It earned him a smack across the face. “You stop talking to my girls, and I´ll make sure the kid is safe, understand?”
Reid nodded and curled the t-shirt in his hands. There was no way to know if it really belonged to Jack but they knew his name so he had to believe they could get to him and there was no other way to protect him.
“Say it, you piece of shit,” the man ordered and slapped him again, the force making him fall to his side.
“Yes, I´ll stop talking to the girls,” Reid whimpered.
“Good, now go to the pen where you belong,” the man said and turned his attention to the girl on the bed.
Reid slowly stood up, he locked his eyes with the girl for a brief moment, his eyes silently apologizing before turning around and following his guard to the cellar. Inside his cage, he brought the t-shirt to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled fresh but when he closed his eyes a picture of Jack running around in that t-shirt played in his mind.
He cried, even though no tears came, he cried.
-End.
Prompt: Emotional abuse
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Reid.
Medium: Fic
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Verbal and physical abuse, kidnapping, mention of rape, mention of human-trafficking.
Summary: Reid is held hostage and is punished as he tries to help other victims.
Unbeta
Written for angst_bingo
***
“Look what you made us do,” the man snarled in his face and waved the blue clothing in front of him. Spencer knew better then to reach out and grab it but he tried to identify it. “You piece of, shit. All because you can´t behave like the slut that you are.”
Spencer drew in a shaky breath, this kind of talk wasn´t anything new. The boss and the others had used him and abused him in so many ways he´d lost count, and he was so tired. He just wanted to curl up and go to sleep but there was something new going on. He watched the cloth with intent, he wasn´t sure if he recognized it.
“Your little attempt to prep my girls, is a waste of time. They always get what they deserve in the end and you know it. You better stop your little games or I´ll need to hurt something more… of a value to you.”
Snapping his head up to face his tormentor only managed to increase his headache but he knew he couldn´t look away. He needed to know what the man was implying. He kept his mouth shut, knowing that speaking would only serve him a fist or a foot or something worse.
“Got your attention now, did I?” The man laughed, cruelly. “You need to learn you are nothing but an object to play with, we do what we want, with whoever we want and with whatever we want.”
The harsh man stood up and shoved his foot into the laying man´s abdomen. Curling in pain, Spencer shut his eyes as his empty stomach tried to object by heaving. He bit his lower lip to hold back the cry of pain, he knew well enough it would only result in another kick.
“We know who you are, and the only reason you are still alive, is that the boss needs you as some kind of insurance. So if you don´t behave, this is what will happen.” The cloth hit his face as the man threw it at him.
Slowly, Reid untangled the cloth. It was a blue t-shirt, for a six or a seven year old with a picture of Spiderman. God, no! Reid looked pleadingly at the man standing over him.
The man laughed at the look. “Recognized it,” the man said and crouched down, “the boss thought you would.”
“See, we can get to little Jack anytime, anyplace,” the man taunted. All too easily he caressed the young man´s calf with his fingers, moving upward over his knee and up his thigh.
Reid closed his eyes as repulsion set into his stomach.
“His hot-shot dad won´t even know what happened,” the man continued, ”one day he´s there and the next… puff, little Jack disappears just like his lost lover.”
“Please…” Spencer said, both to stop the fingers and to plead for Jack.
It earned him a smack across the face. “You stop talking to my girls, and I´ll make sure the kid is safe, understand?”
Reid nodded and curled the t-shirt in his hands. There was no way to know if it really belonged to Jack but they knew his name so he had to believe they could get to him and there was no other way to protect him.
“Say it, you piece of shit,” the man ordered and slapped him again, the force making him fall to his side.
“Yes, I´ll stop talking to the girls,” Reid whimpered.
“Good, now go to the pen where you belong,” the man said and turned his attention to the girl on the bed.
Reid slowly stood up, he locked his eyes with the girl for a brief moment, his eyes silently apologizing before turning around and following his guard to the cellar. Inside his cage, he brought the t-shirt to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled fresh but when he closed his eyes a picture of Jack running around in that t-shirt played in his mind.
He cried, even though no tears came, he cried.
-End.