The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

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Warnings: Forced sedation/bondage, kidnapping/abduction, violent/dangerous situations, descriptions of blood, descriptions of physical assault, descriptions of the effects of being sedated, mentions of track marks, allusions to sexual assault.

The screaming was by far the worst part.

It had been quiet for quite some time before you heard it.

Sure, there was some shifting you could hear coming from beyond the door and the light sounds of buckling of metal- you hated that you knew why metal was buckling.

But there was nothing for the most part. No voices, no crying, it seemed as though even the water had stopped dripping.

But that was before the screaming.

You had flinched when you heard it, fighting violently with the wire around your wrist, wanting nothing more than to bring your hands up around your ears.

Please, please god let it stop please.

You had thought you said that last thing in your head but actually found yourselves surprised when your screaming voice bounced around the walls of the room you were in, back at you.

Spencer was crying- hard.

You heard him gasping for breath, choking as he struggled whether to breathe in or out but every time seeming to make the wrong decision.

You hated that no matter what you did, you had to analyze the sound. You hated how hearing it made thoughts flood into your head- like how when you look at a word you can't help but read it, once you've read it before, you always read it again, even if you don't want to.

That's how you knew it was Emily screaming first. She had started off by saying something, her words muted through the door so you couldn't make out what she was saying other than she would cooperate.

"Please don't, you don't have to do this" are the only words you actually understood before the screaming started. Mixtures of "stop" and various pleads leaving her mouth so fast you were sure even the people in the room with her couldn't understand.

You were sure they could hear you as well, the sound of her screams making your stomach tense- your eyes were closed so tight, you felt them rolling back into your head involuntarily after a few minutes and you had to let them go. You gritted your teeth hoping somehow that would translate to not having to listen to the screaming any longer- but it didn't work. You opened your mouth not any more than twenty seconds later to continue screaming yourself.

Spencer was doing the same, but you suddenly found yourself on high alert when he suddenly let out a particularly powerful sib before stopping all together- you were confused until you saw him convulse a few times before violently throwing up, and continuing to sob.

Spitting a few times as he tried to purge himself of the experience while he was still knee deep into it, you saw how his sobs slowly transformed into just a fit of screams and gasps, yours doing the same as you figured the only way to stop listening to Emily's screams was to produce louder ones of your own.

You tried to yell a few times, bargaining within the empty room for them to let your friends go, but your screams just ended coming out as more incoherent sobs. You had been sure it wouldn't work anyway. This was part of the psychological torture they got off on.

And it was one hundred percent effective.

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It had been about forty seven minutes since the screaming stopped. Give or take. Spencer had counted two thousand, eight hundred and twenty seconds since the last time he heard JJ or Emily scream.