Taken ⇗ Spencer Reid AU

Chapter 5

Spencer Reid screamed as the hot blade pierced his skin. Magnus chuckled in amusement at the young boys pain. Jonah winced, laying against the cold stone of the cell.

"What? More?" Magnus sneered, sticking the blade under a portable stove again. Spencer shook his head and whimpered, tempted to grip his leg in pain. If he did that, he may lose some fingers.

Magnus just chuckled again and took the blade, red and smoldering, out of the heat. He gently pushed the tip into Spencer's heel, near the Achilles' tendon. The tip broke through skin on the other side; Spencer howled in pain.

His yelped and screamed in more pain as the heat became too much for the tendon and it snapped. Jonah flinched, feeling the pain for the young boy. Spencer passed out in pain, his whole body went completely limp.

"Now he's no fun." Magnus announced, throwing the knife in frustration. It embedded itself in the concrete wall, the metal contracting as it cooled.

"Maybe you should lighten up on him?..." Jonah half-heartedly suggested, trembling as he said the few words. Magnus cackled, pulling the knife out of the wall.

"He knows our names, don't you want to not get caught?" Magnus informed, twisting the knife in his hands. Jonah nodded and sighed, careful with what he said next.

"Don't- don't we not want to kill him? You said no killing the kid.. Then why are we even keeping him? We've tortured him enough, haven't you? I- I mean we. Can't we just let him go-"

Magnus threw the knife, the blade nipping at Jonah's cheek before clanging off the wall. "Who's in charge here? Huh? Me! That's right! So what I say goes!" Magnus roared, stomping off before he completely lost his temper and killed his partner. He took the lamp with him, leaving Jonah and Spencer in darkness.

Jonah clicked on the flashlight he had in his pocket and looked over at the unconscious boy. Blood oozed from cuts on his face, but his legs and feet were the worst. 

Blood pooled and dried on the stone floor, adding layers to the already crusty blood. His left foot was twisted oddly due to the broken tendon. Jonah wouldn't let this happen, he had to do something.

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"Ma'am, we'd like you to go home." Agent Rossi said, keeping his voice soothing and calm. Diana just looked up, she didn't even move any more except for flipping the pages of a magazine.

"No." She stated, her tone not even changing. Diana had a history of being miserable due to schizophrenia, but now that didn't matter. She was stubborn, especially when it came to her son.

"Ma'am, you need to go home. We're working on finding Spencer." Rossi insisted, keeping his tone as low and as calming as possible.

Diana set the magazine gently down and looked up at the agent. She stared into his brown eyes and smiled, reminding Rossi of some unsubs he's worked with. Only Diana wasn't murderous.

"Agent Rossi, I have my medication. That's all I really need from home. I've slept in this chair just fine. I won't go home until I have Spencer back." Diana informed once again before taking her magazine and acting like nothing happened.

Rossi was taken aback, she was a stubborn woman. All the more reason they needed to find her son.