You are a young and educated fbi agent who worked as a profiler in new york for some odd years. it wasn't until a case that risked not only others lives, but your own as well, causing your transfer to the quantico branch. your world takes a turn whe...
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TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: TORTURE
You slowly regain consciousness, wincing when you lifted your head up and opened your eyes. Your head felt like it was going to burst. You also could feel that you had a large gash on your forehead. You noticed that you couldn't move your arms or legs either and you began to panic, struggling against your restraints.
"Hmm, I wouldn't do that if I were you, you'll only hurt yourself." A voice came from the other side of the room.
You scanned your surroundings, noticing you were in the basement of some kind of cabin. Your heart instantly sank, realizing you must've been surrounded by acres and acres of forest.
"Already planning your escape eh? Have fun with that." He spoke, stepping closer to you.
"What the hell do you want from me?" You spat out, looking at him.
"I'm sure you'd like to know." He said, a sadistic grin on his face.
"You know I'll have people looking for me, right? How stupid can you be to kidnap a federal agent?" You glared in his direction.
He stomped towards you, pulling your head back.
"I would watch what you say, gorgeous." He moved his face towards your neck, breathing on it.
You held in your gag, looking away. He smirked and quickly moved away from you, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a pack of cigarettes. He took one out and lit it, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out.
"I've been watching you for some time, as you know. It nice to finally see you in person, when it's just us." He said, taking another drag.
He flipped your arm over, a sly smile on his lips.
*TW*
He took the cigarette from his mouth, moving it down to your arm and placed the lit end on your skin, burning you.
His smirk grew wider.
"We're gonna have so much fun."
☼☼☼ THIRD POV
Spencer was currently sitting outside of your apartment building. It was now almost 8 o'clock and he had called you twice already. He just assumed you had slept in too late. He tried calling you again, no answer.
He turned off the ignition and got out of the car, going inside the building. He looked at the mailboxes on the wall and saw your last name and apartment number on your mailbox, heading to the elevator as soon as he saw your apartment number.
