Spencer Reid - One Shots

It is a dream

I don't really know how to do the warning for this, I might not fully have it right. But yeah...
⚠kind of rape, and mentions of it ⚠

Loud bangs could be heard throughout the house, you weren't sure where they were coming from though. It had been three days. Within those three days you had felt more pain than ever felt. The bar wasn't very high, but nevertheless.

Your head hung low, eyes hardly able to open due to the bright light pointing towards you. Hands and ankles tightly tied to the metal chair you were sitting in. The goosebumps were clearly able to be seen on your skin, the house was freezing.

A loud ringing was ringing through your ears, but quickly it faded away, and you were able to tell where the pounding was coming from. The door in front of you.

It was unclear if it had been the man, or if it was someone trying to help you. Even after the door fell to the ground it was still unclear. Until he spoke.

"(Y/n)." His words came out softly. "(Y/n), it's me, Spence." Lifting your chin up while talking.

Your vision was still fuzzy, but you were slightly able to make out Spencer's face. Mainly by the mop of hair on top of his head. A slight smile appeared on your lips.

"Is this a dream?" Was all you could say. A horrible smile rushed onto his face.

"Yes. Yes it is." The smile showing more and more teeth. While yours dropped completely.

Slow but fast your eyes started to tear up. The man who had quickly become your best friend, and now possible love, just told you that he isn't saving you.

"Wha-" painful screams filled the room.

Your painful scream, filled it.

Spencer had brought a hot iron to your stomach. Heat overtook your body, and not even the coolness from the chair helped. Soon the awful words that Spencer was saying to you morphed, into a deeper more authoritative one. Still keeping Spencer form though.

Your eyes shot open, darting all over the room. Turns out it was an actual dream, probably the ninth one of the same thing. However, there was one thing from that dream that was real.

The pain.

There was in fact a hot iron pressed hard against your stomach. Just instead of it being Spencer, it was the guy whom took you, Ted. (No not like Ted Bundy or something. Unless your mind didn't go there...)

He was an interesting guy to say the least. Ted loved to vent about his day to you, whilst at the same time using any type of torture device he could find. From the looks of it that's what he was doing again, and the iron was just to wake you.

"Thank GOD! You're awake." Throwing his arms in the air. "You know I have a lot to say today! *laughs a bit* But I don't want to be interrupted, so I'll be back."

He exited into a small room connected to the one you were in. More than likely to find a gag of some sort, he liked using that. Muffled screams, torture, and venting. Not sure why, but that was his thing.

Not giving you a moment to think of anything, he walks back in. Gag and tape in his hands.

Gently he lifts up your hair and puts the gag around your mouth, making it as tight as possible. This caused you to let out a small whimper. He yanked on your hair when you did that, whispering not to do that.

Quickly then he moves down to your wrists, that were tied behind your back. He released them, but held onto them as tight as possible. Bringing them around the front of you, he taped them as tight as possible to the chair. Making the tape to dig deeply into your (pale or dark) skin. Moving down once again, he moved towards your ankles. Which if anyone asked you they were tied pretty weirdly. They rested on the outside of the metal chair, and at the back legs instead of the front ones. That is until Ted changed the position to the front. All to make it easier for him to hurt you...

"You know, I'm gonna do some different things today. Yeah... How about I show you some good old, pain and pleasure. But, at the same time!" A wide toothy grin spread across his disgusting face.

Your eyes widened like crazy, you had been raped before and it was an obviously it was horrible. But to have something have the same thing happen again... You didn't know if you could handle it.

When the shushed whimper came from you, he grabbed something. It had been a vibrator. Ted then stood up, sliding his hands down the short shorts he put you in. He then pushed the object roughly into you. You jumped slightly, or as much as you could, it was painful for you.

Ted's eyes lingered around the tight sports bra, that he also allowed you to wear. Before moving back over to the table next to the chair, grabbing some things, then started talking.

"Ah, I'm sure you love the pleasure I've allowed you to have. But now it's time for the pain as well, man I'm gonna love this part!" That's when the blood started to trickle down your arms, and the pain overtook you.

"You know, (y/n), people are just so rude to me." The vent started and it went on for what felt like hours.

Tears were running rapidly down your face, and have been for a while. Attemptive cries left your mouth, as the rest of your body shook in pain. This angered Ted. So fastly and very roughly pulled out the vibrator, that had been previously inside of you.

"I try to give you a break for once, and this is how-" a loud thud came at the door behind him. He was interrupted, by the person you had been hoping to come through that door for days now.

Spencer.

"FBI!" He yelled.

The next few minutes of taking Ted to one of the police cars was a blur. The loss of blood, and lack of food and water started to kick in, and you were feeling very light headed. Even after Spencer took of the gag and placed his hand on your leg, you were fully brought back.

"(Y/n)!" Apparently he had been yelling your name for a few minutes now.

You looked at him, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. You attempted to return it back, not having much luck due to the pain. Taking note of that, Spencer got to work on freeing you. Which only took a few moments.

"This isn't a dream, right?" The words hardly came out, but you managed.

He looked at you a bit puzzled, before speaking. "No sweetheart, it most certainly isn't." You both smiled at each other lightly.

He tried to help you up a bit, at least to the point where he could pick you up. But you were stubborn, to say the least. Trying to get up when he wasn't looking, instead regretting it though. The second full weight was added to your legs, they gave out from weakness, blood lost, and overall tiredness.

Thankfully Spencer turned around just in time, picking you up. He had one arm around your lower waist, the other holding your upper body, as if he were holding on for dear life. You had your head rested on his chest, slightly in the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, I've got you." His voice as soft as ever. Those words were the last you heard, before sleep overtook you.

Spencer watched as your eyes rolled back, and you fell unconscious. He then started walking up towards the ambulances, kissing your forehead before placing you on the stretcher. For the next few days he refused to allow anyone near you, from that day on he became more protective then ever.

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Ok so umm, 20th part! That's pretty neat. Also, this book is almost at 9k reads! That's insane if you ask me. Thank you to everyone that is currently enjoying this book!