Criminal Minds (Dan Howell x Reader) [completed]

Chapter 14: The Escape

I FOUND ANOTHER ONE OH MY GOD HELP ME PLEASE I AM RUNNING ON LIKE 2 HOURS OF SLEEP TOTAL FOR THIS WEEK

Phil's POV (still? You'll see why, my pretties)

"P-Phil!" Oh right. Dan.

And yet, I still couldn't move. I hope that PJ and (Y/n) got out of here okay. (Y/n) had slammed the door earlier, and I heard their footsteps fade away, so they probably made it out of the building.

I was basically paralyzed.

There was a man that shouldn't be touching Dan, touching Dan. Right in front of me. I could throw him off, hurt him, I could do anything. Why? Why didn't I just throw him off?

Because it was making me horny.

"Go ahead, Mark. Keep doing what you're doing."

Dan's POV (I'm really sorry)

"What?!" I screamed. Phil is just going to let him do this! No, no, no...

"S-stop! Don't touch me, please, Phil, do something, please!" I yelled into the pillow. Phil looked around the room for a moment, and I turned my head to see him pull up a chair near the bed. Is he going to just watch, or...?

"Now, Bear, I can give you your punishment in piece, okay?" Mark whispered into my ear. I shuddered and shifted my legs away from Mark; he had already touched me in so many other places, and my ass is now the most vulnerable in many ways.

"N-not the belt, please..." I paused, sighed, and whispered, "Daddy..."

I could feel Mark's smirk burning through the back of my head. I heard him drop something, most likely the belt, and instead I felt a rough slap on my ass. I bit my lip to hold in the pain.

Of all these years as a criminal, this was definitely a first.

Although, after a few more slaps, I was starting to get...pleasured...from it.

And then it happened.

"A-ah! Daddy!"

Your POV

PJ led me through the long hallways, carrying Chris on his shoulder. Well, not really Chris. Just his body. He's dead.

Oh yeah...

"Have you been here before, Peej?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. PJ nodded before saying, "Once or twice, yeah. Drugs and shit." I nodded, and then PJ picked up his pace a bit.

"Hey! Who the fuck let these assholes escape?!" I heard a voice yell from down the hallway. I turned around to see Anthony Padilla running towards us.

"Run, Peej!" I screamed, pushing past him and running down the hall, not wanting to be stuck in a damn chair again. I realized that PJ wasn't keeping up, and we both knew why.

"PJ, what would Chris want you to do?" I asked quickly, still running away. PJ dropped Chris onto the ground softly, kissed his forehead, and ran after me.

"He would want me to let him go."

Phil's POV

I watched intently as Mark flipped Dan back over and started touching him pretty much everywhere. It interested me, seeing Dan so flustered and basically defeated.

Well, I've seen him in a similar position before, although a bit closer, but still.

Mark was definitely enjoying this. I could tell by the erotic look on his face every time Dan moaned or said something, he was just overall enjoying the mess of a human being he had created in front of him.

"Phil, p-please, I don't want him to make me do anything, don't let him do this!"

He's close.

Your POV

Yeah, this is basically every scene in every movie ever.

Bad guys chasing good guys.

Actually, we're all kind of the bad guys in this case, since we're all technically criminals, but you get the idea.

Everyone's running, some with guns, making really bad shots, others just running in hope of making it out alive.

Looks like we went to the school of running away from things courtesy of BBC since we live in the UK. *ding*

Anyway, PJ had finally caught up, after letting Chris go. I feel bad, honestly, but I don't want to die, so...

Finally, I saw a door. I pushed it open and let PJ run out before slamming it shut. We slammed our backs up against the door so nobody could follow us, but soon I heard several people crash into the door.

"Fuck! Well, we still have two. That's good enough for me."

Dan's POV

"Stop!"

He won't let me go, and Phil's just watching. That sick bastard, who does he think he is?

Oh, right. He's the all-powerful Phil Lester, everyone. I mentally pat myself on the back for achieving ultimate sarcasm levels, and then focus on the problem.

Which would be my crotch.

"P-please, it hurts now, it's too much, please!" He's working me over my limit, and he said he'll hit me again if I mess up.

I can't take this anymore.

Ingrid's POV (this is really important)

"Has anyone seen Cat?" I asked, looking around the building. Then I remembered.

"Hey, Cat! You know that Mark is 'punishing' Dan right now, right?" I called up the stairs. Cat came running down immediately after I finished talking, running towards the room.

"Cat, you realize Dan's gay, right?"

"No he's not. He told me he was straight when we were working to get that huge marijuana shipment."

"Wasn't he high then? On the damn marijuana?"

"I-I dunno, he didn't look high..."

"He has a tolerance level. He probably didn't look high, but in reality, he had probably smoked so much of it that it would be a full meal from McDonald's, plus the extra large Coke. Come on, Cat."

"He's not gay!"

"Then how come we all heard him moaning when Mark kissed him before bringing him to the room?"

"Probably an accident."

"That was no accident. Not only was Mark enjoying that, but Dan was too. He's gay."

"Straight as your mom."

"Gayer than a rainbow."

"Straight as a ruler."

"What about those floppy rulers?"

Cat finally sighed in defeat when we reached the door. She pulled out a spare key and unlocked it slowly, then opened the door.

"See? Gay."