can't help falling in love- spencer reid

six

a/n: trigger warning for this chapter. it will have mentions/innuendos towards rape, abuse, and miscarriages, however, it will not go into detail. if that triggers you, please skip it. it will have a warning in bold before and after.

Evelyn groaned as she sat up on the cold, dust covered concrete floor. she rubs the spot she was hit in, looking around as she noticed a radio playing old-timely music (soundtrack). she looks down at herself, realizing she was in different clothes. does that mean he's seen me in my underwear? she thought to herself. and if he has, that means he's also seen my boobs. she continued, remembering she wasn't wearing a bra last night, nor was she now in the new clothes. she shudders at the thought, continuing to look around the cell like room she was in. she got up quickly, looking for anything that could help her escape. "you're not gonna be able to get out." Michael chuckled darkly, standing in front of the bars. Evelyn walked to the bars, wrapping her hands tightly around two of them, her knuckled turning white from how tight her grip was. "you're never going to get away with this, you took an fbi agent, they're going to find you. and fast." she spat at him. he chuckled darkly again before speaking. "being an fbi agent doesn't mean shit. they're just going to keep looking for you. that's all it means. especially that Dr. Reid. he seemed the most affected by your disappearance." he said, knowing it would hit a nerve with her. "leave Spencer out of this." she said coldly, gripping the bars even tighter. "I'll talk about whoever the hell i want." he retorts, beginning to pace, smiling devilishly. "especially when the sweet sweet caterpillar has had a crush on- oh what was it again? oh yes, earthworm for quite some time. 20 years, right?" he taunts, tears welling up in Evelyn's eyes. "don't you dare touch him." she spat through gritted teeth, a few tears falling. "yet little does he know. he's so caught up in his own little fantasy world, obsessing over that Jennifer Jareau." he said, trying to get under her skin. of course it was, but she knew he couldn't know. "I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work." she lied. "oh really? cuz by the way you're almost sobbing, I'd say it's working pretty well." he taunts, stopping his pacing and leaning in front of her. "screw you." she glares at him, spitting in his face. bad idea. "so you want to be a little brat?" he says loudly, wiping the glob off of his face and using his key to come into the cell. TRIGGER WARNING HERE!!!! once he was in he began to unbuckle his belt, Evelyn's heart dropping. after what seemed like an eternity, he was finally done with her, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he dressed himself. "you did good for me princess." he said. "dont call me that." Evelyn spat through her sobs, frozen in herself on the tiny worn out bed. he scoffs at her before walking out, locking the cell back up before going back upstairs, leaving Evelyn alone. after a few more minutes of sobbing she finally got the strength to put her clothes back on, her brain going a million miles an hour. little did she know it would become a reoccurring event, Michael's excuse being 'if I can't kill you, might as well make sure you never forget me.' implying his intent was to get her pregnant. TRIGGER WARNING END!!!

*one year later*

she sighed to herself. please find me soon. I'm begging you, please please please find me soon or end it now she thought to herself. it had been one year. one very long year and she was still stuck in this hell hole. her hair had grown quite a lot and she had gotten much skinnier. she'd thankfully get showers every now and then,  however, it was only with cold water and she'd always have to be supervised, just in case she tried to escape. at that point, she had begun to wonder if the bau team had given up on her, assuming she was dead. of course in reality they never stopped, especially Spencer, and she knew deep down that they were still looking. SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING!!! about six months into her captivity, she had gotten pregnant, but as bad as it sounds, she was thankfully when she ended up having a miscarriage around 3 months into the pregnancy, TRIGGER WARNING END!!! it had been a long, hard, tiring year, but she knew she'd eventually be found, that little piece of information helping her hold on and get through the living hell she was put through. TRIGGER WARNING!!! whether it was being raped, being abused, or something else, TRIGGER WARNING END!!! she had clung on, hoping the day her suffering ended would come soon. but it seemed as if it would never come.