Taken ⇗ Spencer Reid AU

Chapter 8

**I have lost all inspiration to write this so I'm gonna finish it soon and the chapters will be short. Sorry.
Enjoy the chapter. **

"It means Spencer Reid is dead."

It was only the two young agents in the room, but it was silence like never before. They could hear the blood rushing in their heads; the beeping of Rossi's monitor breaking the dead cold silence.

Hotch had hung up the phone, his fingers flexing in frustration and sadness. They'd failed to save this kid. This one kid from two guys, one of which had violent history. This should've been easy, but they were outsmarted by two idiots. The word seemed unofficial, but at the moment Hotch didn't care.

"We failed him." Rossi murmured, slicing the silence. Hotch sighed and ran his hands through his hair, tapping his foot to avoid a freak out. He nodded, not wanting to, but he had to. Rossi felt the same way, they failed the kid.

"We failed him." Hotch muttered, sitting back in the chair.

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Spencer Reid whimpered as the belt lashed at his bare skin. Red stripes formed on his back, stinging pain erupting throughout his body. "AHHHHH!" Spencer screamed in pure pain. Tears poured down his face, stinging the cuts that littered his face.

"Shut up!" Magnus screamed, whipping him even harder. Spencer drifted off into unconsciousness, hallucinations filling his brain.

-Flashback-

"Come on Spencer!" His father yelled, holding his arms open. Little toddler Spencer Reid stood up, his chubby little legs quivering due to lack of muscle. He took one step before plummeting to the ground.

"Dadadadadadadada." Spencer babbled, slamming his fists onto the ground. The chubby rolls on his arms jiggled as he moved around; William Reid smiled at his son.

"Come on Spency, you can do it!" William encouraged, helping Spencer back onto his feet before taking a couple steps back. Spencer walked, well, stumbled the few steps to his father. "Good! Great!"

Spencer giggled, balling his fathers shirt in his tiny fist. "Wuv you." Spencer murmured, burying his face into his fathers chest. William smiled, Spencer said his first word.

"Very good Spencer, very good." William muttered, keeping his son as close as he could. Spencer drifted into sleep, his thumb in his mouth.

-Flashback-

"Ouchie.." Spencer muttered, waking up. Usually he wouldn't use such a childish word, but never before had he felt like such a child. The whip cracked, snapping him back into reality.

"Alright kid, here's my grand plan. I'm going to keep you and hurt you until the police find you. If you die before then, not my problem. If you live, you live. If they find you, they find you. Am I clear? But if you fight me, you die." Magnus asked, continuing to crack the whip. Spencer nodded, instantly quieting down.

"Good." Magnus stated, whipping Spencer again. Pain began to soar through his body once again as the tough leather shredded his skin.