𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Spencer Reid | Wrath of God pt.2

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape, abuse, blood and violence, Homophobia.
Summary: Part 2 of "The Wrath of God."
A/n: MALE READER.

Your head throbbed, the scent of alcohol and Marlboro cigarettes punching through your nose as you looked around. Unfamiliar, dark- you were laying down, but as you tried to get up, you realized you couldn't move. You couldn't convince a bone in your fucking body to move. Then it struck you; your father had taken you away. When? How? Where was Spencer? Was the rest of your team okay? Were you about to die? The questions swirled around your head, the sound of a door opening and shutting rang in your ears. You couldn't speak. Not just out of fear; you couldn't feel your lips. His laugh echoed through you- down your spine, circling your fingers, around your neck.

"You think I wouldn't have caught on?" The gravel in his voice pierced you with a fear that left you frozen. Your breath was caught in your throat, there was no way out- there was never a way out. Why did you tell JJ to pick the case? Why did you think you could beat him? You were going to die and it scared you more than your own brain could comprehend. You worked with cases like these to the point where you were almost numb to it, but here you were, about to become one of them. He leaned over your catatonic body and laughed. What did he give you? Why couldn't you blink? Why could you feel the pain in your head but not move? "In the name of The Lord, I will save you. No son of mine can be an abomination in the eyes of God." There was a venom that laced his words. You looked at your body in the mirror on the ceiling, watching and listening as he twisted and cracked your fingers into impossible positions. Why could you not feel it? Your mind was hazy.

The fear in your eyes made your father happy. He loved that you feared God, that is what a man is supposed to do. You heard the pops, the cracks. You saw how your arms became littered with bruises; the blood pooling under your skin. Your face and chest beaded with sweat. You tried so desperately to scream but all that came out was a muffled whimper. What would be waiting for you on the other side? Your world was spinning- were you going to die here? Surely you wouldn't be saved from him; not if this was actually God's will. Your eyes followed his knife, you saw him stab into your gut. Once, twice, three times, slicing into you as if you were a piece of meat. Your blood spilled out of you, onto the table you were laid across and you stared blankly. This was your end, this was where you fell.

"Y/n?" Your name went from being faint to something that pulled you to your feet. In a split second you drew your gun and pointed it to the head of who you thought was your father; but was only Hotch. For just a moment, you stood your ground. How did you go from telling your father to kill you to napping? Why were you in the conference room again? Your guard was up, but he wasn't afraid you'd pull the trigger. He knew being under the stress caused you to be extra forgetful, so he just smiled warmly and waited for you. Your muscles loosened as you put back your gun and let out a breath. "Do you want to talk about it?" Hotch pulled a chair next to you, and you sat down in the one you were previously napping in.

"I couldn't move or feel what he was doing but I could hear it... I could see it. He kept stabbing me and all I could do was watch as I slipped away." You looked at him. "I was scared, Hotch. I was scared that it really was God's will for me to die. I was scared of what came next." He frowned and gripped onto your shoulders.

"You know I wouldn't let that happen," You sighed. Hotchner was protective over you; but was it really enough to catch your dad before he killed you? You already planted the seed, it was all going to happen tonight. What if this was all the time you had left? That thought was the very thing that made you pull Hotch into a hug. It was tight, warm, comforting. He held you just as tight as you held him and it made you feel safer than you ever felt before. "We're gonna catch him, we already have a plan." A plan, huh? "You and Reid will both go." Your stomach dropped, making you nauseous and dizzy. "We will wire you up, follow you, and it will all be fine." You let Hotch go and shook your head, leaving him to go find your father without another word.