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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3

Reid awoke feeling… delightfully warm. He opened his eyes and took in the sun rising over the sea, and his breath was almost stolen from him by the sight of it. But then it WAS stolen from him when he heard the loud tapping of expensive boot heels coming across the deck of the boat towards him. And then reality came crashing down. He was curled up on the deck of a boat buck naked, a collar around his neck keeping him chained to a dog crate and a subtle throbbing pain on his chest reminded him of the humiliating experience he had gone through last night of being… well… in his opinion, mutilated. He tried not to look down at his chest, not wanting to see the rings that had been put through his nipples, or the tag that hung from the left ring.

“Buenos dias.” Coronado greeted. “Did you sleep well, Cachorro?” He smiled down at the boy who slowly raised his eyes and fixed a near-lethal glare on the man. Coronado could see how tense the boy was and he was shaking. But it wasn’t in fear… it was in anger and fury, and the boy’s eyes burned with defiance.

Coronado felt a thrill run down his spine. He had been looking forward to this for a long time, and he could tell that this boy was NOT going to disappoint. It was going to be a brilliant challenge breaking his fiery little spirit, but he looked forward to every minute…

“Looks like a beautiful day, no?” The man said casually, moving to stand beside the boy and stare out at the sparkling sea. A moment later, he laid a hand on Reid’s head. The boy snarled and jerked away. Coronado chuckled, looking down at him. “Do not pull away from my touch. A gentle hand can be hard and cruel if you bite it.” And he held his hand up, letting Reid see the markings that his teeth had left of the man’s hand last night. Coronado watched the boy smirk at the sight.

“Pet me with your other hand and you’ll have a matching set.” Reid said. Coronado chuckled, then lunged and seized a handful of Reid’s hair, dropping to his knees. Reid yelped as he found himself on his back and his hands flew up, clawing at the man’s hand in his hair.

“LET GO!!!” He shouted, struggling. Coronado stared him in the eyes, then lowered his free hand to Reid’s chest. Reid froze and his eyes widened, and then he let out a little yelp as the man tugged and twisted the ring that was through the agent’s right nipple. He watched a small drop of blood roll down the youth’s chest, and his captive let out a thin wail as the man then lowered his hand to fondle his genitals. The man from El Salvador smirked as he watched tears well up in the eyes of his prey.

“D-Don’t…” Reid gasped, his entire boy now tense and trembling in fear of what the man may do to him. “Please…”

“Shhhh…” Coronado hissed, beginning to massage the young man into a forced arousal, bringing soft whimpers and moans from the trembling lips. A moment later, Reid move his hands down to try and push the man’s hands away from his groin, but the hand in his hair tightened.

“You will NOT resist me in any way, Cachorro. You will not like the consequences if you break that rule.”

“I don’t want this… please…” Reid cried, writhing. “I don’t want this!”

“Why not? Does it not feel good?” The man asked, and the young doctor whined and shook his head. “What is wrong with it?”

“… The identity of the one touching me…” Reid hissed in a vicious manner, narrowing his eyes at the man. Coronado stared back down at him silently for a long time. Then, he suddenly tightened his grip on both Reid’s hair and genitals. The boy squealed slightly, struggling to get loose. But the grips only tightened, making him yelp and struggle even more.

“HOLD STILL!!!” The man ordered, and Reid fell still immediately. But as the man began to massage his genitals again, Reid’s mind was racing. And after a moment, he exploded into action.

“LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” Reid shouted, arching up off of the deck and managing to slam his knee into the man’s head.

“AH!!!” Coronado yelped, and toppled backwards. Reid quickly flipped over onto his front and moved into a crouch wedged between the dog crate and the railing again.

Coronado stumbled to his feet, rubbing his head and glaring down at Reid. The boy glared back, his position hostile, in a crouch that he could easily leap out of into an attack.

“You will regret that…” Coronado snarled, and advanced on the young man. He leaned in and seized the chain, jerking Reid forwards. But Reid didn’t fall forwards, he LEAPED onto the man. His Fight or Flight response had kicked in, but being unable to flee, he had to fight. Coronado was startled, not expecting his captive to attack. The pair grappled with one another, but the tall athletic South American quickly got the upper hand over the lithe North American.

“G-Get… OFF!!!” Reid shouted as he was pinned down, thrashing. He threw his elbow back and the man howled and cursed in Spanish, English, and some Portuguese. Reid turned and threw a punch. This time the man stumbled away, blood dripping from his nose. After a moment, he turned back and he and Reid stared at one another, one with rage burning in his veins, the other with adrenaline rushing through him.

“… Mongrel!”

“Treat me like a dog and I’ll bite like one!” Reid snapped. Coronado glared, shoulders heaving in his anger. But a moment later, he suddenly relaxed.

“Then I will leave you be.” He said, calmly running his fingers through his mussed hair. “We will see how long it will be until you are whining for your Master…” He smirked. “… Like a dog.” And then he turned and walked away. Reid didn’t move a muscle until the man disappeared below deck, and then he fell out of his crouch and onto his backside, leaning against the dog crate with a rough panting. He rubbed his eyes with his hands in jerky, frantic movements. Then he just forced himself to relax and savor the warmth of the sun and the soothing breeze.

But as the sun rose higher, its warmth began to lose its appeal as it beat down mercilessly on the young man’s fair skin. And then Reid realized… there was a strategy to his placement. If he stayed where he was, he would get a painful sunburn. The only way to avoid that would be to voluntarily crawl into the dog crate, which would be a step towards becoming what Coronado wanted to mold him into.

Reid weighed his options. Facts and statistics of the damage that the sun could do to him whirled through his mind. He rocked himself slightly as he thought. And finally, he reached his decision. He had to let go and have faith in the belief that his team was on the trail and coming for him. He had to believe that they would bring him home. That was their job. HIS job was to endure until they could reach him. This wasn’t about pride. It was survival. And the profiler in him told him one thing. If he did not cave under Coronado, the man’s efforts to break him could potentially kill him. And with this in mind, Reid crawled into the dog crate and curled up, hiding from the blistering sun.

He stayed there almost all day. The only time he ever came out was when he needed to stretch his limbs. In the evening, Coronado came out onto the deck with his… “employees” and sat around a dining table. To Reid’s annoyance, the smells of the meal reached him within minutes of it being brought out. He could hear the men chatting away in Spanish. Laughter was frequent, and every now and then they would glance his way. But Reid remained where he was, curled up in the back of the crate, watching them like a hawk.

When the meal was cleared away desert was delivered, and after that they all sat around drinking beers. Their conversation carried on well into the night. Reid was beginning to doze off when he heard the loud expensive boots approaching. His eyes snapped open and he immediately shifted into a crouch, huddling at the back of the crate. A moment later, Coronado was kneeling and peering in at him.

“Are you thirsty, Cachorro?” He asked, pleasantly. Reid just glared at him through narrowed suspicious eyes. The man chuckled and held out his hand, palm up. “Come here, Cachorro.” He said, smiling. “Come to Master.” Reid leaned away, his lip curling into a snarl. Coronado raised an eyebrow, and then his hand fell to the chain and he gripped it. The moment he began to tug, Reid threw his arms and legs out, bracing his feet on the sides of the door and gripping the little slats around the top half of the crate, wedging himself firmly in place in the crate, not about to just let the man drag him out without a fight.

“REALLY now?!” Coronado cried out, then chuckled and shook his head. “As you wish.” And he stood, walking away. He reached the table and after a moment, the other men broke into raucous laughter. Slowly, Reid relaxed. He watched them, and after a few minutes, they stood and headed below deck to turn in for the night. And only when all was dark and quiet did Reid relaxed and curl up in the crate before allowing his eyes to close.

The next two days were spent all the same. Reid stretched out on the deck whenever there was shade to enjoy the breeze, but once the sun reached his sensitive skin he would retreat into the crate, only coming out to stretch his limbs or relieve himself over the side of the boat… while he still had anything to get rid of...

Coronado had every meal on the deck, and he would watch Reid. Reid would watch him. But not once did he approach the boy. Not for three days. And it was taking its toll.

Reid was starving. He was badly dehydrated. And he knew that he would have to give in to the man if he wanted to live. That evening when Coronado and the others were having their after dinner beers, Reid made his decision.

Coronado’s laughter trailed off when he noticed movement from the crate that had been still and silent. And a moment later, he saw his captive’s face in the light, eyes staring at him. The other men grew silent when Coronado stood and strode over to the crate and knelt.

“Did you need something, Cachorro?” He asked gently. Reid just stared at him. After a moment then man reached out. Reid flinched but did not recoil. He simply bowed his head slightly as the man stroked his tangled hair. Then, his eyes widened when the man produced a bottle of water. “Is this what you want, Cachorro?” Reid’s hand darted out, but the man caught it as it reached out for the bottle. “Ah! No… Now snatching like that is not polite… just ask, Cachorro. Now… is this what you want?” He asked again. Reid was still for a bit, then gave a small nod. And the man smiled and opened his arm.

Reid eyed him nervously, but he reminded himself that his job while his team hunted for him was to stay alive. And so he slowly crawled out of the crate and into the man’s arms. He couldn’t help but tremble as a hand stroked down his spine a few times. But then the bottle of water was pressed to his lips and Coronado smiled at the small cry that the boy uttered before he began to suck own the water like the cracked ground sucked up the rain.

“Easy, Cachorro.” Coronado crooned, taking the bottle away from the boy. “Breathe. You are an intelligent creature. You know you will make yourself sick. Just relax and breathe.” And slowly, Reid did as he was told. And after a moment, the water bottle was back to his lips and he was drinking again. And bit by bit he was allowed to finish the entire bottle.

“There now… better?” Coronado asked. Reid sat there for a moment, then turned and crawled into the crate and huddled at the back, eyeing the man. Coronado chuckled. “You need to show more gratitude, Cachorro.” He said.

“For what?” Reid hissed. “Saving me from dying of dehydration?” Coronado’s eyes flashed. “You’re the reason for it.”

“You will learn your place, Cachorro.”

“And you will learn yours.” Reid hissed. “Your place is in prison.” He and Coronado stared each other down for a long time, before the man suddenly smirked.

“We will be docking tomorrow. When we get home, you will learn.” The man said, then turned and walked away, leaving Reid alone.

“No.” Reid snorted. “I’ll pretend to learn.” And feeling much better with some water in him, he curled up and drifted to sleep.

The boat pulled into the marina early in the afternoon. Reid watched as the authorities boarded the vessel and greeted Coronado with smiles and handshakes. They talked for a moment, and then Coronado gestured towards the crate, and the authorities peered in at the boy glaring at them. The leader frowned and Reid watched as his body posture lost its casual appearance and became businesslike and forceful. The man groaned loudly.

“Arturo! No! Por favor! No mas!” He howled. Reid perked for a moment. Then, he watched as Coronado passed the man a wad of cash. The man smirked and nodded, then shook hands with Coronado and the police left the yacht, calling “Adios!” and “Hasta luego!” over their shoulders. Reid’s heart dropped.

Then Coronado walked over and shut the door of the crate, trapping Reid inside. The crate was lifted off of the yacht with a crane, which Reid was none too thrilled about. His heart was pounding as he imagined something going wrong and the crate falling into the harbor… With him trapped inside of it, unable to swim to the surface…

But the crate reached the dock safely and was loaded into an old pick up truck. Then they took a bumpy drive to a small airport and Reid was loaded onto a little plane, still in the crate. They took a flight that lasted several hours, and then landed at another small airport. This one was surrounded by jungle, and Reid couldn’t help but take in the sights and sounds and smells of the place. His crate was once again loaded into a truck and then they drove a VERY bumpy road. And then, finally, they arrived at their final destination. A wall surrounded the sprawling grounds of the Estate. A well manicured lawn surrounded the gardens, which surrounded a large, elegant hacienda.

The crate was unloaded and carried into the house, which was just as lavish on the inside as the outside.

“Master!” Reid heard a female voice cry.

“Paloma!” Coronado called, and then a young woman ran into the room and threw her arms around the man, who kissed the top of her head. Reid frowned. The girl had tan skin and dark brown hair with black, almond shaped eyes. She was wearing a lightweight cotton dress of the simplest design. And she wore a collar and two gold rings in her ears… a little round golden tag dangled from one… Reid frowned. The pair chattered away for a moment, and then the woman looked over to the crate, curiously.

“Cachorro?” She asked, looking up at Coronado.

“Si.”

There were more voices. Looking up, Reid saw two men and two other women leaning over the railing of the landing at the top of the stairs. The women were all in the same simple white dress. The men were wearing long white flowing pants and a simple long sleeved shirt that hung open, leaving their chests bare.

Coronado smiled up at them and waved, and they smiled and waved back. Reid frowned… the men had rings through their nipples… and had little gold tags hanging from the left one. His heart pounded… these people were slaves…

A moment later, they were all filing down the stairs, staring curiously at Reid’s crate, which was then set down on the floor. Coronado knelt and opened the door, taking hold of Reid’s chain.

“Come on out.” He said gently. “Meet your new friends.”

“No.” Reid hissed. Coronado sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned to the slaves and spoke to them, and a moment later Reid froze, eyes wide as they took the crate apart, leaving him huddled down in the bottom of it.

“Come now, Cachorro. Won’t you be polite and greet your new family? This is Paloma.” And he pat the head of the girl hanging off of him. “This is Sirena.” A tall, elegant girl smiled slightly. She had long, sleek black hair and her skin was a bit more fair than Paloma. “This is Preciosa.” And he pointed out the last woman, the shortest of the trio. Her eyes were hazel and her hair was a more golden brown.

Then Coronado turned to the two young men. “This is Aguilo.” He said, introducing the taller of the pair, who had shaggy chocolate brown hair and mocha skin with piercing golden eyes. “And this is Jaguar.” Reid eyed the other man. He had bronze skin and his brown hair had a coppery sheen to it. And it wasn’t until he heard this man’s name that he realized that perhaps, these people had all been given degrading pet names just like himself. He could guess what Preciosa meant, but he was clueless as to what Aguilo, Sirena and Paloma meant…

“They are your brothers and sisters now.” Coronado was saying. “They are your new family.”

“They are NOT my family!” Reid snapped, and nearly rolled his eyes when Preciosa translated to Sirena since she apparently didn’t speak English. The slaves were now all looking at him with scandalized expressions.

“That isn’t very nice, Cachorro. They have offered to help teach you what is expected of you in your new home.”

“I don’t give a DAMN what’s expected of me, and no way in hell will this EVER be my home, OR my family!!!”

Coronado’s eyes flashed.

“I told you, Cachorro… if you do not co-operate you will be punished.”

“You don’t scare me.” Reid growled. “And you can do whatever you want to break me down. But I will not be broken.” Coronado seized the chain and Reid was jerked to his feet and he and Coronado stared each other in the eyes.

“You will break.”

“You may do whatever you want to me.” Reid hissed. “And you may one day think that I am broken. But it will be nothing more than an illusion. And when my REAL family comes for me, I’ll take you down myself, and show you that I am stronger than you. You cannot break me.” He smirked. “Like I told you before… better than you have tried. Oh, and if you don’t get out of my face, I’ll just spit in it again.” The moment those words left his mouth, his head was whipped to the side with the force of the man’s slap. And then the man grabbed his hand and stared down at Reid’s finger, and the ring gleaming on it. He looked up and stared Reid in the eyes for a moment, before he seized the ring and jerked it off of Reid’s finger.

“HEY!!!” Reid shouted, and lunged. “GIVE THAT BACK!!!” The men who had carried his crate in seized him. “NO!!! LET GO!!! GIVE IT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!”

Coronado simply smirked, then turned and walked away, and the men who had carried the crate inside dragged Reid into the house, the young agent kicking and screaming the whole way, cursing at Coronado. They went through a door and down a set of stairs into a dark, cold basement. On a side wall was a small door. And through the door was a damp cell. He was dragged into it and his chain was fastened to a ring drilled into the stone wall. Then the door was closed and Reid found himself in pitch blackness. And within minutes, he was huddled in the driest corner he could find, shivering…

Morgan glanced down at his phone when it rang. “Talk to me, gorgeous. Tell me something I wanna hear.”

“The thought of you in Speedos makes me almost cream myself?”

Morgan froze, a shocked look on his face, then sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head and letting his chin fall onto his chest. “Garcia…” He mumbled, and if he had his head up, the team may have been able to detect a bit of red in his cheeks.

“Too much?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotcha.” Garcia said calmly, grinning in amusement. “Anyway, Coro—“

“Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker.” Morgan said, and the team gathered around the phone. “Go ahead.”

“Coronado’s yacht has been logged in for a long stay.”

“Where?” Hotch demanded.

“It’s home port.” Garcia said. “Anyone a fan of Enya?” The group was silent.

“… what?” Emily finally asked.

“Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco Flow! Let me—“

“A port at the mouth of the Orinoco River?” Emily asked, cutting her off.

“You got it.” Garcia said.

“… Why…?” Rossi asked.

“Why what?” Garcia asked.

“Why go to South America?” Rossi asked. “Why not head to a port in Honduras? That’s closer to El Salvador…”

“I’m not so sure he’s HEADING to El Salvador.” Garcia announced. “He has houses in several countries… One in Buenos Aires in Argentina… Lima, Peru. One on the coast of Chile… Though he’s probably not heading there… His house is undergoing renovations, there…”

“But then again, he could be heading there to oversee those renovations?” JJ suggested.

“Regardless, this guy is FILTHY rich.” Garcia snorted. “His father, Sergio Coronado, is from San Salvador. And his mother, Irena Zapata, is from Manaus, Brazil. The house in San Salvador is the family house. And might I add, both families were filthy stinkin’ rich. So he is like… one of the filthiest, stinkyest, richiest people in Central and South America. And… oh… oh no…”

“What?” Hotch asked.

“He also has a place in Spain, and another in Portugal, the bastard. And he’s… he’s got a yacht there, too. He cruises the Mediterranean for a couple of months every year.”

“When?” Rossi asked.

“… Different times. Just… whenever he feels like it, I guess. No rhyme or reason…”

“But… he could have taken Reid halfway across the Atlantic by now!” JJ exclaimed in dismay.

“I know this looks bad.” Hotch said. “But we have to keep moving.”

“So where to?” Morgan asked. “The port where the yacht is?”

“No. We go back to Quantico. This is far out of our jurisdiction. We’ll need to tread carefully or we’ll piss of other governments. And if we do that, we may never find him.”

“I’ve got something else.” Garcia said, suddenly. “His house in Florida… he’s put it up for sale.”

“… He’s not planning on coming back to the States. Ever.” Rossi growled.

“But… we can’t just go home without Spence!” JJ gasped.

“We have to go home to do the things we need to do to get him back.”

When the team returned, Hotch and Rossi immediately went to the office of Erin Strauss.

“What’s going on.” She demanded angrily, standing. “I’ve been getting bits and pieces of frantic information. You left your case in Arkansas?!”

“Perry’s team went to take over.” Hotch said.

“Agent Reid’s plane was forced down?”

“Apparently they received radio contact.” Hotch said. “One of the pilots’ daughter had been abducted. And they were told to land immediately if they wanted her back. They landed at an abandoned air strip and a small private plane was waiting. The little girl was let go. Witnesses say there were half a dozen men, five carrying automatic weapons.” Strauss had the man in her intense focus now. “They were commanded to hand over ‘Cachorro’.”

“… That sounds familiar.” Strauss said, frowning.

“At the beginning of the summer, Reid was abducted by Andrew Cane.” Rossi said, handing over the case file. Strauss opened it.

“I remember. He was sold in an online auction to a man from South America?”

“Central America. El Salvador. His name is Arturo Coronado.” Rossi said. “He bought Agent Reid to be a slave, and he named him ‘Cachorro’.”

“So… if he wanted him back, why do this?” Strauss asked.

“It’s ingenious, really.” Rossi said. “He had a little girl hostage. And by forcing the plane down, he suddenly had a couple hundred hostages. He knew Agent Reid wouldn’t risk anyone just for himself. Agent Reid turned himself over. And this is what happened.” And Rossi set a laptop on the desk and showed her the video that a woman on the plane had taken from her iPhone.

Strauss watched, her face grim as she watched Coronado backhand the agent to the ground. Her eyes widened as the young man was forced to his knees, his arms held out to either side by the men accompanying Coronado. Her breath caught in her throat when the whipping began, and her hand slowly moved to cover her mouth.. When Coronado finished with Reid’s back and moved to his chest and stomach, she winced, and then paled when Reid collapsed onto the ground and tried to drag himself away, then struggle and writhe when the large man pinned him down with a foot on the back of his neck. Then she watched as Reid was dragged to his feet, and stuffed into the plane. A few moments later, the plane took off. The video ended.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to look at Agents Rossi and Hotchner.

“There’s something I left out on the report of that case with Cane and Coronado.” Hotch said, and Strauss looked at him. “Though he only had him for a few hours, Coronado abused Agent Reid… sexually.” Strauss’ hands fell to the surface of her desk.

“What?” She demanded.

“He didn’t rape him… but he molested him.” Hotch said. “And he’ll do it again. We have to find him.”

“Where has he taken Agent Reid?”

“… We don’t know.” Rossi said. “All we know is his yacht is at a port at the Orinoco River.” Strauss blinked. “Uh… a major river in South America? Empties into the Caribbean in—“

“I know what the Orinoco River is.” Strauss snapped, glaring.

“According to the information we have,” Hotch said, “He has houses in El Salvador, Argentina, Peru, Chile, Portugal and Spain, and another yacht in the Mediterranean. We have to find out where he is.”

“… Then we have work to do.” Strauss said, and picked up her phone. “And we need to do it fast.”
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