𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟗. 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

TRIGGER WARNING: violent situations and ideas. 

you woke up, your eyelids fluttering open. your head stung and eyes ached as the bright light overhead pierced your sight. you were still sitting in the metal chair, restrained. your right side ached and as you flipped your head to the side to toss hair out of your face, you felt thin hairs stick to your forehead. you figured it was blood. you had passed out some way, right?  your wrists and ankles were sore, chafing against the nylon rope that constrained you. your body was completely sore and any move you'd make, your muscles pulled like strings on a broken violin. as far as you could tell, you were alone in the sound proofed room. then again you couldn't see anything behind you. you felt tears slowly gather around the rims of your eyes as the realization set in. 

you were kidnapped. and alone. and afraid.

the hot tears ran down your cheeks, stinging your skin against the cold sharp air in the unit. you opened your mouth and screamed,

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU-" you screamed, until you were surprised by a hand around your mouth from behind you. you attempted to nudge the hand off of you and closed your eyes, a low growl emitting from your throat in protest as you sobbed. the hand released and you snapped your head forward. you opened your eyes and turned your head as far as you could to the side to find marcus walking around the front of the chair to face you. you breathed hard in anger and resentment,

"you fucking monster.." you sighed, shaking your head. you panted through gritted teeth before your neck snapped to the side. the feeling of his palm hitting against your cheek sent shivers up your spine. the feeling came back to the right side of your face soon as you felt tingles running through your cells in your face. a red hand mark grew more noticeable as you lifted your head to sob again, staring at him towering over you.

back at the BAU, the team was working hard in trying to figure out what was going on. people reported seeing your car around town, but nothing that could give them a lead. spencer, of course, was extremely worried and upset. the rage he had inside of his body that filled him whenever he would think about the possibility of you being kidnapped was untamable. he'd already had 2 breakdowns at work. some members of the team advised him to take a few days off, but he refused. he wouldn't let this slide by.

"you've made a big mistake, y/n." marcus sighed, shaking his head,

"thinking that baby is spencer's? it's not.." he said, clenching his jaw. you assessed him again, confusion riddling your face,

"it's mine." he said angrily, pointing at himself,

"mine, mine, mine, mine-" he growled, backing up as he pulled at his fingers. your heart sunk again. this couldn't end well. he was going through some sort of mental break. he was unstable, fragile, and unpredictable. marcus snapped towards you, pushing you by your shoulders to the ground. you let out a cry as the metal chair hit the floor and your back connected with the hard supporting rods of the chair in a sharp movement. the back of your head hit the concrete and you groaned. your face was tingling and so was the rest of your body. marcus bumped you back up. you let out a silent cry, the pain of the whiplash running through your body,

"you WILL get rid of that baby yourself. and if you won't, i will." he said. his face was inches from yours. you cringed back, feeling his rough finger poking deeper and deeper against your uterus. he dug harder and harder against you until you let out a small cry and closed your eyes. his hot and musty breath rested against your face and you finally relaxed once again as he walked away, his back to you,