Protection program [A Criminal Minds fan fiction]

Chapter Thirteen: Torture

I was sleep deprived and starving. It had been three days since in threw me in here and nothing had happened. My voice was gone, completely gone. I screamed it away. Nobody came in or out. Nobody made a sound. Nothing. It was hot. This spotlight burning my scalp. I struggled all I could but it was obvious I wasnt going anywhere.

The door swung open and. He strolled in carrying a tray of tools. I knew what was coming next. Ive seen plenty of tv shows, JJs' files and Garcias' Screens. Not pretty. He hummed and waltzed over to me. I thrashed wildly and he pushed a button I slowly reclined until I was laying flat. He grinned and went over to the tray.

“Now to begin.” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think happy thoughts. As easy as it may seem, it was the most difficult task locked up in here. My mind kept wandering to Spencer, and when I think of spencer I think of him pleading with me to run, and me being so stubborn leading to him getting shot.

I was launched back into reality as a sharp pain started in my stomach. He was cutting me. Sharp, precise cuts. They were thick. He was carving. I tried to see what he was carving but i couldnt move. One, I was strapped down and Two, it would've hurt to much anyway.

An agonized cry escaped my mouth and he chuckled. When he was done carving I was laying in a pool of my own blood. I was in to much pain my body shuddered. He then grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. “You bastard!” I cried. He smirked “All this and your still fighting? Thats good I like the strong ones.”

He poured the peroxide over my wounds and I screamed. Well I tried. A deep throaty sound came out. My body shuddered for a moment then everything went black.

When I woke up I wished I hadn't. My body was filled with shallow cuts and small cigarette burns. My captor sat staring at me watching my every move.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked roughly. “Well because, Ashton, He told me to.” He said pointing to an empty corner. “Who are you?” I sighed. “Im Felix.” He smiled, walking over to touch me. He hand gently touched my thigh. He rubbed it slowly. Smiling a big nasty smile. “You know there's nobody like you, Ashton”

I swallowed back throw up. “My name is, Alex.” he stood up and slapped me. “I hate liars.”

The door slammed open. “FBI!” Morgans voice boomed. Tears ran down my face “Yes!” I cried “Yes You lose!” my attacker raised his knife A gun fired. I squeezed my eyes shut. When i opened them felix laid in a pool of blood. “We need a medic'” Hotch barked.

My eyes wandered to Spencer. Who dropped his gun and ran towards me. I struggled in my restraints. He ran over and kissed me the salt of our tears mixed together and made a salty kiss. But it was Sweet.

It was quick. People rushed in and the next thing i knew i was free. The restraints taken off. But then i was lifted on to a gurney. “We need to clean this up!” A medic barked. They got peroxide and a cloth and washed away the dried blood. Only know did I see what the bastard carved on my stomach. Hope.

Four simple letters, that were impossibly complicated. Tears trailed down my cheek they were deep it would leave a scar. Im left with a piece of Felix, Forever.

“Were going to take you to the Hospital, Ma'am.” a medic with brown eyes and glasses. His eyes were comforting. I winced from the pain, tears flowing freely and hugged him he hugged me back. It wasnt romantic, just comforting. He rubbed small circles on my back, and told me everything was okay. I believed him.

The tears stopped but the pain was still completely blinding. I laid back in agony and groaned. “Lets go!” said the medic. “Wait!” A familiar voice, Spencer, called out. He stepped up effortlessly into the ambulance and sat on the end of my gurney.

He just stared at me for a while. The deep brown taking me to quiet happy places. I could feel the vehicle start to move, but neither of us said anything. Spencer finally gently rested his hand on my cheek. “Im so glad..” His voice was strained. “So glad your okay.”

I nodded “Im glad your okay!” I said jumping up to wrap myself around him. I winced in pain, a yelp escaping my lips. Spencer wrapped an arm around my waist and gently helped me sit up. “Relax, babe.” He said softly.

When we got to the hospital, they put me in a room. It was a small room containing a television and hospital bed. There were a few chairs by the window.

I had to stay overnight to make sure I was in stable condition. Spencer insisted on staying with me, despite my pleads that he go get some rest.

“I wont be able to rest thinking about you up here all alone.” He told me smiling.

I sighed and he wedged himself into the bed, which wasnt hard, seeing as im small and he pressed me against him anyway. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, where they should be. His face was buried in my hair.

“I missed you.” He mumbled.

I smiled and put my small hands over his large ones. My stomach still hurt but it was bearable. It had already started to heal.

Soon he drifted off. And i did too, to the steady sound of his heart beating.