Reid

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Bryn Reid

When I wake up, my head hurts and I feel dizzy as I look around. I can barely hold my head up, but I manage for a few seconds to get a glimpse of the room around me. I pull on my wrists slightly, but I notice that they're tied with something almost like wire.

It has wooden floors with cement walls, a chain connected to one. I shudder at the thought of whoever took me chaining me to that.

All of the sudden, the door slams open and I jump.

Cant play dead now, idiot.

"Well, looky here." A creepy man says, clapping his hand together. "The wife of Dr. Spencer Walter Reid. The mother of four children, Atlas Derek Reid, Harlow Jennifer Reid, Emerson Penelope Reid, and last, but surely not least, Jaxon David Reid."

"What do you want with us?" I growl out, grinding my teeth together.

"I want to hurt you so bad that even your husband or your children won't be able to recognize you." He says, stalking forward.

I gulp, scooting back in my chair. He grins manically, his fist raising in the air.

My jaw stings and burn as his fist connects with it, the pain not hitting me until anyone tries after. He does it again, this time hitting my cheekbone on the other side of my face.

His leg bends backwards and his shoe makes contact with the chair in tied to, making me grunt as I fall onto my side.

He kicks my stomach and I curl into a ball, but he doesn't stop as he does it again.

"Who are you?" I mutter out and he stops, foot mid-air.

"Your husband put me away 13 years ago. He was so scrawny that a fly could've broke him."

"Don't talk about my husband like that." I growl, trying to kick my way out of the chair.

"I can talk about whoever I want, however I want. Especially, with this." He pulls out a knife, flicking it open as he traces my body with it. He forced my chair upwards, and I let out a small cry.

He slices open the front of my shirt, leaving me in just my jeans and a nude bra as he yanks it off.

"No!" I cry out, trying to kick him away from me as my mind travels.

"Oh, yes." He grins, slicing off my pants. "Beautiful. I'm gonna make sure that only I can use you again."

-

For the past three days, I've been tied up to this wall. Every once in a while, the man would come back and repeat everything until he felt satisfied.

I haven't shed a tear yet, which makes him angry. The only decency the man has is to put my underwear and bra back on me before leaving. Sometimes he doesn't even take them off, just pushing them aside and continuing with his disgusting mindset.

I just want Spencer to hold me. My face hurts and my lower part hurts from the force he uses on me. I feel like I'm going to cry, but nothing will come out. I've tried to scream, but my voice either doesn't work or it hurts to continue.

He doesn't give me any food or water, just pain. I want Spencer to come and whisper to me that everything will be alright. I want him to hold me and tell me how much he loves he and he always will, even after this. I want to go home and have a movie day with my family, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to do that again.

"Get up, bitch." The man hisses, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. I didn't even see him come in. "I'm letting you go."

"What?" I ask, making him turn his head and glare at me.