The 12th
Reid groaned as he awoke. His chest hurt. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked around. It was pitch black, but he seemed to be able to hear an engine… he was lying on a stiff carpet, and it was vibrating and bumping… Reid frowned and lifted his hand, feeling around him… the trunk of a car. He was in the trunk of a car. He groped around and his hands fell on something long and cylindrical… with a button. He pushed it, and the flashlight clicked on. Against the side of the trunk was a bottle of water and what looked like a peanut butter sandwich in a zip lock bag. Reid sighed and relented, devouring the sandwich and draining the bottle. It looked like they would be on the road for a long time… He tried to kick out the rear lights, but they had been reinforced. The whole trunk had. There was nothing he could do but sit back and enjoy the ride…
It was several hours before the car stopped and the engine turned off. Reid listened. It sounded like they were at a gas station. Sure enough, they filled up and were back on the road. Reid cursed. He had to go to the bathroom. Hours passed. He banged on the lid of the trunk, but was ignored. Eventually he gave in and emptied his bladder into the empty water bottle.
The drive continued. It was starting to get warm. Reid sighed. Where the hell were they taking him? The minutes continued to tick by slowly. Eventually, the car stopped again. People got out. Slowly, Reid adjusted his position and tensed, waiting. When the trunk popped open, he leapt out and tackled the man standing there.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The man yelped, and fell back with a crash. Reid leapt to his feet and ran.
“You idiot! Stop him!” Shouted the other. A gun shot went off. Reid yelped and ducked and swerved. They seemed to be in some kind of warehouse. He reached the door, flung it open and fell out into intense heat. He was immediately blinded by the glaring sun. He raised a hand before his eyes and waited for his vision to adjust. They were by a river… a muddy looking river. And he was staring at a city. He knew that skyline. The tower off to the side topped with a large ball. That was Reunion Tower…
He was in Dallas, Texas!
“Gotcha ya little brat!” Came a snarl, and powerful arms wrapped around his torso.
“GET OFF!!!” Reid shouted at the top of his lungs. “HELP!!!”
“Shut up!” The man hissed, and lifted a hand to cover Reid’s mouth. Reid thrashed and writhed as he was dragged back into the darkness.
“… If you let something like that happen again, you’re fired!” Hissed a familiar voice. Reid knew who it was now…
“He’s stronger than he looks.” The man holding Reid snorted. Reid glared at the mastermind.
“Well, don’t leave any bruises. We’re taking pictures of him.”
“HRM!?” Reid yelped, struggling more. The man walked over.
“Let him speak.” He said. Reid sucked in a breath when the hand left his mouth.
“Andrew Cane.” He gasped. The UnSub tensed.
“What?!”
“You’re Andrew Cane. We’re in Dallas. Because of our investigation, you lost your reputation and your job. And your daughter committed suicide. I guarantee you… my team knows who you are, too.”
“I know they’ll figure me out. But by the time they find me…” He smiled and walked over, removing his mask and running fingers through Reid’s hair. “YOU will be on your way to your new… owner.”
“… My… e-excuse me?” Reid stammered, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly.
Cane smirked. “There’s a market out there for young men like you.”
“Market?” Reid repeated, weakly.
“I’m putting you up on auction to sell to the highest bidder.”
“That’s illegal!” Reid cried, as if this would dissuade the man who had assaulted and kidnapped him and dragged him all the way across the country.
“It still happens, Agent Reid. Human trafficking is a… big problem in this country.”
“Didn’t think that a man like you would have connections in that industry.”
“Well… life is full of surprises. Let’s go upstairs. The photographer should be waiting for us.” Cane said, and headed to a set of stairs. Reid grunted and struggled as he was dragged along after him.
They stumbled up the stairs and through the door. It was as if they had stepped out of a dilapidated warehouse and into a professional photographer’s studio. A man and two women turned.
“Hi.” The elder woman said, shaking hands with Cane. “I’ll be creating the auction page. This is my colleague.” She gestured to the other woman. “She’s wardrobe. And of course, our photographer.” She waved a hand at the man.
“HE is FBI?” The blonde woman asked, sounding doubtful.
“They must have lowered their standards.” The Photographer chuckled, eyeing Reid up and down. Reid said nothing. He just stared back.
“Any particular requests?” The blonde asked Cane. The man smirked.
“Let’s just say… I don’t want him to end up in a nice cushy bed as some softie’s companion. I want him to be someone’s dog… someone’s whore… a piece of property…” Reid gave a thick swallow, staring at the man. “I want him to go to someone with some… extreme fetishes…”
“Then that’s what we cater to.” The blonde said. “Okay, honey. Strip.” She said, looking at Reid.
“What?! No!”
“You’re just going to take a shower.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. Reid winced as he was dragged across the room and tossed into the bathroom. “Bathe on your own, or we’ll do it for you.” The woman snapped. He was then given privacy.
He sighed and slowly stripped. Afraid that it would be taken from him, he removed his necklace. He stared down at the golden ring in his hand, the ruby winking up at him. Hotch’s birthstone. Reid rubbed the band with his thumb, then tucked it into his pants pocket. He used the bathroom, then showered. When he was finished, he was dismayed to find that while a towel had been brought in for him, his clothes had been taken away. He wrapped the towel tightly around himself. A moment later, the door opened. The brunette stood there.
“Come on out, dear.” She said. Eyeing her, Reid slowly stepped out of the bathroom. He clutched the towel tightly as she slowly circled him. “Hmmm…” She mused, scribbling on a note pad. “Tall. Thin. Light muscle tone. Not an ounce of fat on him whatsoever… pale… hmm… those dark circles under his eyes aren’t that appealing… But some men like that… Awkward hands and feet… He needs a mani/pedi…” She snorted, then suddenly reached out and placed a hand on his face, messing with his lips, pushing them away. “Neat even teeth. That’s good.”
“Stop it!” Reid howled, now backing away. But Cane’s big goon quickly grabbed his upper arms and held him still.
“Are you a virgin?” The brunette asked, suddenly.
“I… what?!”
“Are you a virgin?” She repeated.
“That is NONE of your business!” Reid cried, now turning red.
“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“What!? I… No! That… This is completely—“
“Okay, no.” She interrupted. “Have you ever had sex with a man?”
Reid just opened and closed his mouth, flustered.
“… Hm. Okay… Are you a top or a bottom?”
“… I am NOT answering these questions!!!” Reid cried, his voice high pitched and half hysterical.
“Kid, I will find out either way. It will be easier on all of us if you just answer.” She sighed. Reid said nothing. She sighed. “Fine.” And she walked across the room and rummaged around in a desk. A moment later, she was pulling on a pair of latex gloves. “Bend him over the table, please.” She said in a bored tone. Reid’s eyes widened.
“What?! No! Don’t touch me!” He howled, and started fighting with the strong hands dragging him across the room. He was spun around and the man gathered Reid’s wrists in one hand and held them tightly, and pinned his torso to the table top with another hand on the back of his neck. Reid grunted and squirmed. “Let… GO!” He cried, and then feminine hands removed the towel from his waist and the woman kicked his legs further apart. Reid felt his face burning in humiliation when the latex covered hands spread him open and he was inspected.
“Hmmm… He’s been penetrated…” The woman announced. “There’s some damage… scarring… Either he likes it rough or… were you raped, kid?” She asked. Reid winced, his mind flashing back to Shane Harvey back in November… He said nothing. But then he gasped as two fingers slid into him and pried him open.
“STOP! DON’T!” He cried, straining against the hand holding his wrists.
“He’s been used. That will hurt the price you can get for him. But at the same time, with the buyers you’re trying to reach, they will probably prefer someone who’s had experience. The stuff they’re into is too hard core for virgins. So this might actually work in your favor.” The brunette announced, then slid a finger deep into him. “But he’s nice and tight. That’s a good redeeming factor. Buyers like them tight.” She curled her finger and Reid jumped and yelped. “Healthy prostate, strong response from stimulation. Also good redeeming factors. Stand him up and turn him.”
Reid gasped as he was jerked upright and spun around. And then he found himself being fondled. “Circumcised, average girth. Good length, but nothing that noteworthy. Overall, he’s a good product. Just a bit of wear. But he should fetch a good price.”
“Shall I work my magic?” The blonde asked, smirking at Reid as her partner removed her gloves. Reid eyed the blonde nervously.
“Please.” Cane said, amused at Reid’s humiliation. He nodded to his henchman and watched as Reid was dragged behind the screen into the dressing area.
Behind the screen the blonde was pawing through the clothes she had. She pulled out some black vinyl pants that laced up the side. Reid said nothing. She dressed him and laced them up, smirking and slapping his backside when she was done. He glared at her. On request, the man spun Reid around and he felt tight gloves being pulled up his arms. He felt her lacing them up and winced when she began to lace them together. They held his arms firmly behind his back, straining his shoulders. Then there was a loud familiar click as handcuffs closed around his wrists.
The blonde then turned on a blow dryer and began to brush through Reid’s hair, drying it out. Reid grimaced at the hot air blasting over his head, but his hair dried relatively quickly. Then the blonde stepped back and looked over him, thoughtfully. She turned and picked up a black leather collar and buckled it around his long slim neck, then ran her hands down his chest. She paused, fingers on his pectorals, then suddenly began to pinch, twist and tug on his nipples. Reid yelped.
“Ow! H-Hey! Stop it! STOP IT!!!”
“Oh, hush.” The woman snorted. “Don’t be a baby.” And she continued to torture the sensitive flesh between her fingers. Reid just winced every now and then and kept his eyes tightly closed. A few minutes later she stopped, but she quickly pulled out a silver chain with little silver clamps on each end. She pinched them open and fastened them onto Reid’s swollen nipples. Reid yelped at the sharp pain they brought, but his yelp was silenced by a rubber ball being forced into his mouth and buckled behind his head. His heart pounded in his chest and his eyes rolled in his skull as his fear began to mount.
The blonde picked up a bar with leather cuffs on each end and a long strip of black cloth, then walked away. Reid stumbled after her, being guided by a rough hand on the handcuffs around his wrists.
“… Perfect. Presenting him like this should lure in the type of buyer you’re looking for.” The brunette said, smiling. Cane just smirked. He liked the growing look of fear on the young man’s face. The photographer led Reid over to a box draped in a cloth and forced him onto it on his knees. The blonde knelt behind Reid and forced his legs apart, wrapping the leather cuffs around his ankles and linking them with the spreader bar. Then she stood and blindfolded him with the cloth. Reid turned his head as they moved away from him and clenched his fists.
The brunette stood behind a video camera on a wheeled tripod and focused it on the boy, then slowly moved around him in a circle, filming it.
“There’s our 360 degree view…” She said, cheerfully. “Simple enough. Now the pictures.” Reid gasped as he was jerked to his feet and stripped naked again.
“D-Don’t!” He gasped. His arms were held out and the photographer snapped a shot of his hands. His feet. His calves. He was pinned down, blushing and shouting as his thighs were photographed. He was grateful when they did not take pictures of his buttocks or genitals, but they snapped shots of every thing else. When all they had left was his face, he refused to look up at the camera.
“Surely by now you know that we WILL get what we want.” The brunette sighed, rolling her eyes. Reid kept his head bowed.
“You know.” Cane called across the room. “You will be on auction for the entire world. You can be purchased by anyone, anywhere. You may find yourself being bought by the head of a terrorist organization in Afghanistan or something. Imagine what they will do to you… An FBI Agent… we are not going to lie about who you are. That too will ensure you are purchased by the… “right” people…” Cane sneered.
Finally, Reid looked up. He stared at the man in horror. A flash went off, and his look of fear and despair was captured on film for all eternity.
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