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Demonic Whispers	By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anthony kept both of the boys on their feet while he thought of what to do next. With his previous victims, none of them lasted long. He wouldn't let them last longer than a few hours, but there was something different about Peter and Tom. There was spunk hidden deep within their eyes, and he wanted to break that spunk. Once the spunk was gone, their lives would soon follow. Without any warning, Anthony swung a punch on Tom's cheek. The punch was so hard it swung Tom's head around, and he fell on his knees. He cried out from the sudden pain, and when he looked back up at them, his cheek was dark red and blood was coming out of the side of his mouth. Anthony smiled.
"Hey man!" the agent shouted from the floor. "That was uncalled for!"
Anthony didn't take his eyes off of the two prisoners in front of him, and he never lost his grip on Morgan's gun. "Michael, would you mind tying up Morgan Freeman? I don't think he's going to like what we're going to do next."
Morgan pushed himself onto his butt and used his arms to scoot back away from them. He couldn't do that much anyway, but Anthony didn't want to risk it. The FBI agent looked like he worked out often from the size of his arms. It would be better for everyone if he couldn't get in the way of their plans. "You aren't touching me. Either one of you."
Anthony sighed loudly and pulled young Peter next to him. He put the gun next to Peter's temple, and he swore he could hear the kid's heart pounding in his chest. "You will cooperate unless you want to see this boy's brains all over the floor."
"You're bluffing," the dark agent managed to say, but he didn't look convinced himself.
"Want to try me?" Anthony said smiling. Peter looked like he was about to cry, and Tom was staying quiet on the floor. Michael picked up the rope near the couch, and slowly made his way over to Agent Bigmouth.
As hard as it probably was for the agent, he kept his mouth shut. He kept his eyes locked on his friends, and he didn't say anything as Michael pulled him back towards the staircase. The ropes were tied to one of the railings. It wouldn't hold him long term with muscles like he had, but it would do for now. Anthony was the only one in charge here, and we would kill them if things didn't go his way. It wouldn't be fun or exciting for them just to die with bullets to their heads, but he would just find more prisoners in the morning if that happened.
"Back on your feet skinny," Anthony told Tom. When the dweeb made no move to get back up, Anthony kicked him on the thigh. Tom took a deep breath and used the wall behind him as support to get on his feet. It wasn't helping much, and when Anthony took a step back, Peter turned around and helped his friend get up. When Tom was finally standing next to Peter, Anthony clapped.
"Okay, so I'm sure you guys are really curious about our plans," Anthony said smiling. "We are going to play a game. Sounds fun, right?"
Neither one of the boys answered him. Tom kept stealing glances at bigmouth agent, and Peter had his eyes pretty much glued to the floor. That was so rude. Anthony wanted to save the surprise for later, but the guys were leaving him no choice. He pulled the dagger out from the back of his jeans and sliced it across Peter's stomach before the idiot knew what hit him. Dark blood followed the trail the weapon left across the kid's tummy, and Peter screamed. He didn't know how deep into the kid's body that the knife went, but Peter put both of his hands against the wound. Blood was seeping out from between his fingers at an alarming rate. Anthony didn't want to kill them yet though. He wanted them to pay attention. Tom looked over at Peter's bloody cut and stepped in front of him like he wanted to shield the boy, but Anthony was done with the knife. For now.
"Like I said, sounds fun right?" Anthony asked with a firmer voice.
"Sounds like a lot of fun," Michael answered stepping next to the boys. Anthony didn't want Michael to answer, but it worked. Tom and Reid were finally paying attention.
"After the game, we can all break for lunch. I'll make some toast for all of us to share. I know I always get hungry after playing," Anthony said. None of the guys answered, and he couldn't honestly imagine any of them would be the least bit hungry with what was going on. They would be thirsty for sure, but not hungry, and he wasn't planning on giving them water.
"What kind of a game?" Michael asked. Tubby seemed like he was only one who was really paying attention.
"You two are just digging yourselves further and further into the hole," the agent shouted. "You know that? Unless you let Peter and Re-Tom go right this instant, the courts aren't going to go easy on you. You understand that? Get that through your thick skulls? Let them go!"
Anthony noticed the mess up saying Tom's name. It wasn't that difficult to pronounce Tom, and those two obviously knew each other before the abduction. Tom didn't flinch when the agent almost got his name wrong, but Peter looked over at the agent with worry in his eyes. Morgan and Tom were hiding something. He decided not to mention it right then because he wanted to get playing the game, but he wasn't going to forget. Those two were hiding something.
"I will put a bullet in Tom's brain right now if you don't shut up," Anthony warned. The agent looked over at his buddy and shut his mouth. Anthony lowered the weapon. "Okay, I'll tell you guys the rules of the game if you listen." Lines of blood were dripping down Peter's slash, and every now of then, Peter would wince from the pain. This was going well so far.
"I want to play," Morgan shouted from his spot by the stairs. Anthony rolled his eyes.
"Maybe later," Anthony told him. "I only need 2 players." Anthony nodded at Michael to go get the pot they left in the hallway. Michael took the cue and left. That guy was good for something Anthony guessed. "Game is trivia. Simple enough, right?"
Tom looked up at the mention of trivia, and his eyes lit up. Anthony didn't care. His trivia questions were always hard. "The winner is the one who is still standing by the end of the game."
"Why would the other guy be on the ground?" Peter asked. As if on cue, Michael strolled back holding the pot in his hands. The pot wasn't that big. They couldn't find anything bigger in Tatiana's kitchen, but it would serve its purpose.
"Would you like to show them Michael?" Anthony asked stepping back. "Aim for their knees if possible. Boys are used to getting scabby knees."
Both boys were already backing up. Tom was looking at the pot with his big eyes just as Michael tossed the boiling water on them. It splattered across their lower thighs and knees, and Anthony shut his eyes when he saw the skin on their knees almost start to sizzle. Both of the boys screamed and bent over from the immediate pain. It wasn't a lot of water though, and it probably cooled down some from sitting in the hallway, but at least the players knew what they were dealing with now. Morgan couldn't refrain himself from cursing from where he sat. It made Anthony smile. The skin on their knees and lower legs was already a deep shade of crimson. How the boys were still standing by this point was a mystery that wouldn't ever be solved.
"This, my new friends, is why you would be on the ground," Anthony told them when they got their breathing under control. "Of course, every wrong answer won't result in scalding water. We do have other goodies like hammers, and Peter is all too familiar with my little knife. Are you ready to play?"
"They look like they're ready," Michael said giggling. Anthony saw the younger man already reaching for his hammer. They were ready to begin.
"What if you just do the trivia questions for me?" Tom suddenly asked. "If I get all of the questions right, I win the game. Peter doesn't need to play. If I don't get all of the questions right, I'm sure you can come up with something just for me. Let Peter sit this one out."
"Or put me in his place," Morgan added from where he was tied up. "Wouldn't it be more fun using those little weapons against someone that is actually bigger than you? I can lean against the wall so I wouldn't even need to be sitting for this."
"I'm not afraid of them," Peter meekly said. "Nobody needs to take my place."
"What wonderful suggestions!" Anthony said clapping his hands. "I'm delighted to see how protective you are of this boy that we found on a park bench, but there won't be any trades. Peter will be playing this game with Tom. Your time will come though. Believe me agent, but for now, all we need are the two in front of us. I'm actually really enjoying the view your friends are giving me. Can you imagine if one of the punishments was cutting it off? Now that would be a memory that would last a lifetime."
Both boys immediately covered up their nudity to the best of their abilities. Peter covered his member with his blood-stained hands while Tom was bending over one of his knees. Anthony could still see both of their sexes despite their attempts to cover themselves.
"Are we really going to cut them off?" Michael asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Just wait and see," Anthony said smiling.
"Don't touch them!" Morgan shouted. "I will personally make it that neither one of you ever see the light of day again if something happens to them."
"First question will be for Tom," Anthony said. He put his still gloved hands together and reached them up to his mouth like he was thinking of a good question. He already had questions lined up though. He had been doing this much too long. "What was the first planet to be discovered using a telescope?"
Tom licked his lips nervously but didn't break eye contact with Anthony. "Uranus was the first planed discovered using the telescope in 1781."
Morgan was laughing, but Anthony ignored him. Michael even looked slightly disappointed, but it wasn't that hard of a question. "Lucky guess. Peter, your turn."
Peter looked at Tom for some kind of emotional support, but he couldn't be as lucky as the best buddy of the FBI agent.
"Who was the youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia?" Anthony asked.
Peter bit his lip. "I, uh." He looked pathetically at Tom for help, but help wasn't allowed. "Um, was it Olga?"
"Wrong!" Anthony shouted. Before Peter could figure out some way out, Michael grabbed the hammer from his back pocket, and slammed the hammer onto Peter's left kneecap. Anthony swore he heard some kind of cracking as the hammer collided with the bone, but he couldn't be sure. All he knew for sure was that it hurt like hell having that kind of injury over the blistered skin, and Peter screamed again. Peter fell on his good knee, but caught himself before he fell all the way down.
Tears were running down Peter's eyes, but he got himself back on his feet. He refused to look at Anthony again. That amused Anthony. Peter was supporting most of his weight with his right leg. The left kneecap was swelling up before Anthony's eyes. It had to be broken.
"Her name was Anastasia," Anthony said when the excitement from Peter getting the question wrong was over. "Next question for Tom. Who averaged one patent for every three weeks of his life?" Anthony smiled. This was a hard question.
"Thomas Edison," Tom answered without even taking a breath. Anthony always gave credit where it was deserved, and Tom certainly knew his trivia.
"Peter, what time did the Titanic sink?" Michael was already swinging the hammer back and forth in his hand, and Anthony was sure it was freaking the already nervous Peter out.
"Um," Peter was biting his lip again. "2:20am. Right. 2:20am."
Michael held him hammer still. The kid was right. This game was proving to be a lot more interesting than Anthony had planned. "If someone suffers from oneirophobia, what are they afraid of Tom?"
"Dreams," Tom said without missing a bit. Tom told everyone earlier that he liked to read, but what exactly did this guy read? Textbooks?
"Okay Peter, who was the Roman god of fruit?" Anthony asked.
Peter glanced at Tom, but it was obvious that blondie didn't know the answer. Anthony wasn't going to wait to see if Peter could come up with it. He nodded at Michael, and the younger man lunged at Michael. The hammer went down on Peter's shoulder, and the kid screamed again. Anthony never liked predicting the winners of games. He was usually bad at it, but he had a feeling that the mysterious Tom was going to win this round.
Prentiss hated this feeling. It didn't feel like they were really accomplishing that much at the dance studio. J.J. was using some impressive coping skills with Boyle's mother. The woman was frantic that her only son had been kidnapped. Boyle's father took the younger sister to get a late night icecream as a distraction, but it seemed like nothing would stop the woman from crying. It broke Prentiss' heart, and she wondered when Reid's mother would be notified. She prayed they would bring Morgan and the boy genius back home before Reid's mother would ever know he was missing. Prentiss sat on one of the chairs in the back office. She just wanted to be away from the reporters outside and concerned parents wanting to know if it would be safe to bring their children back to their dance lessons next week.
J.J. found her a few minutes later. Boyle's mother wasn't screaming anymore, but Prentiss could still hear her sobbing. Nothing could tear at the heart strings more than a mother crying for her child. J.J. brushed the stray hairs from her face, but didn't say anything. They hadn't even had the case for more than a few hours, and they were already exhausted. They didn't have any leads other than the unsubs live about forty minutes from the dance studio. Prentiss was willing to go door to door if it led to that though. She would do anything to bring the boys back home, and she felt so guilty about not taking Reid to the bookstore. Maybe none of this would have happened if she offered to go with him.
"Agents?" An officer knocked softly on the door and peaked his head in. "I have a young lady here who would like to speak with you. She said she witnessed one of the abductions."
Prentiss lifted her head up. A young girl clutching a few books in her arms stepped in the doorway. Her curly red hair ran down past her elbows, and Prentiss could just make out the freckles this girl was trying to hide behind her make up. She wore a red shirt underneath a black jacket and a pair of dark blue jeans, but she stood hunched over like she really didn't want to be there. The police officer helped her further into the room, but then left to go back to his other duties. J.J. stood up, and offered the girl a seat across from Prentiss.
"Hi, my name is J.J." she said smiling. "And this is Emily. What's your name?"
"Eva," she said quickly. "Eva Bloom. I'm not supposed to be out. My dad is going to kill me."
"Why?" Prentiss asked. The girl was fidgeting, and kept looking down at her short finger nails.
"Dad doesn't like me going out alone, but I really wanted to go to the bookstore. They were having some sale, and I want to spend my birthday money the way I want to so I snuck out and now I'm pretty sure he's going to kill me."
Prentiss smiled. They didn't meet book fanatics that often, and the one time they did, Reid wasn't there. Eva was shifting her weight from one leg to the other, but she didn't sit down.
"Which abduction did you see?' J.J. asked changing the subject.
"Book store," Eva said. She avoided eye contact with them. "Two guys. You didn't mention them on the news. I was watching at home so then I was thinking it was probably nothing or someone else called it in. I mean, I'm sure someone else saw it too. Right? But then I kept thinking, what if they didn't see anything? It kinda looked like one of the guys got hurt."
"Would you mind coming down to the station with us?" Prentiss asked. "What you saw was really important, and we want to see what you remember before too much time passes."
Eva didn't look too eager to come with them, but she didn't run out either. "I guess. Does this mean my dad is going to find out I snuck out?"
J.J. called Hotch, and he was outside to meet them when they arrived at the station with Eva. She accepted a coffee to drink, and she ended up calling her dad when they found out she was under 18. Her dad would probably be calling the police soon if he didn't find her in her room. Hotch spoke with her father, and they both agreed that it was good to find out what Eva saw.
"Why didn't you tell anyone earlier?" Rossi asked her while they were waiting on Hotch. Prentiss agreed. If Eva called the police when she first saw the abduction, the police would have easily been able to catch them.
"I thought somebody else would call," Eva mumbled. "I really did. Why didn't you guys mention them on the news? I saw a woman got abducted from the movie theater and a guy from the dance studio, but no one mentioned the bookstore guys."
"What did they look like?" Prentiss asked. They needed to make sure Eva really did see Morgan and Reid get taken. "The guys who were abducted I mean."
"Black guy," Eva said thinking back. "No hair. He was with a skinnier guy. I think his hair was brown maybe. He had like a messenger bag or something."
Prentiss looked at J.J. and Rossi. Eva really did see the abductions of Reid and Morgan. J.J. was chosen to be the one to talk to Eva about what she saw. J.J. was closest to the girl's age, and Eva did seem more relaxed when J.J. was around. J.J. took her to the conference room while the others waited outside the door. Eva sat across from J.J. She still had a book on her lap, but she left her others books along with her purse in the coffee room.
"Okay Eva, I know this will seem strange, but just go with me on this. Okay?" J.J. asked. "Doing it like this will help you remember things that you might have forgotten earlier."
"Okay," Eva said.
"Close your eyes." Eva smiled at first like she thought it was a joke, but when J.J. didn't start laughing, Eva closed her blue eyes. "Okay, think back to earlier tonight. You're at the bookstore. Why are you at the bookstore?"
"They were having a sale," Eva said.
"Was there a book you wanted in particular?" J.J. asked.
"Where the Red Fern Grows," Eva said. "I got a lot of books, but I really wanted that one. I read it in 6th grade, and it's always been one of my favorite books so I wanted my own copy."
"Did you see anyone else in the bookstore? Was it crowded?" J.J. asked.
"No," Eva said. "I actually didn't see anyone in the store. Except for like the people working there, but I didn't see anyone else but me buying the books. I didn't see the guys there."
"Did you stay to read for a little bit or did you leave right away?"
Eva was doing a good job at keeping her eyes close, but her hands kept fidgeting. "I couldn't stay. I had to get home before dad caught me."
"Could you smell anything outside? Was it windy?"
"No," Eva said. "No wind. It was cold though, and it still kinda smelled like the rain from yesterday. Super cold though. I had to zip my jacket all the way up."
"Did you have to walk home or did you take a car?"
"I had to walk," Eva said quietly. "I couldn't take the car or dad would hear me so I crossed the street. I was going to start reading one of the books on the way home, but I stopped when I heard someone shouting. I thought it was going to be a fight. This isn't exactly a well-lit neighborhood, and it's always kinda scary walking home at night."
"Who was shouting?" J.J. asked.
"The bald guy. Big muscles. He was standing next to the skinny guy. He was talking to some other guy. I couldn't hear what they were saying though."
"What was the other guy wearing? Did he have brown hair?"
"Blonde hair. It looked greasy and hung around his face. White sweater and black pants. And white gloves. Like golfing gloves or something. They weren't something that most people walk around in. The skinny guy handed him a cell phone. So I didn't think anything of it and went back to reading."
"What made you stop reading?"
"The blonde guy dropped the cell phone in the water," Eva said. She stopped fidgeting. "So the skinny guy ran to get his phone and then this other guy came out of nowhere. I saw him before the bald guy did, but I didn't say anything. I ducked behind a car in the street so they wouldn't see me."
"Why were you hiding?"
"I was scared," Eva said. "The other guy was dressed like the blonde guy. He even had those same freaky gloves on, but his hair was brown. They were talking again, but then the blonde one got the skinny guy on his knees and it looked like he was going to cut his throat or something. I covered up my mouth so they wouldn't hear me breathing. It was so scary. The bald guy had a gun out, but they weren't letting go of the skinny guy."
"Did the gun with the gun try to shoot at?" J.J. asked.
"No," Eva said. "He put the gun down when they threatened his friend, and then they hit the bald guy with something. Big bar. It hit his leg and he fell down. And so I ducked down again cause I knew the weirdos had his gun now. I didn't want them to see me."
"Did you see anything else?"
"When I looked back again, they were putting the skinny guy and the bald guy in a white car," Eva said. "Guy with brown hair was driving. They put the guys in the back seat, not the trunk. Don't bad guys usually put victims in the trunk?"
"Could you see anyone else in the backseat with the guys?" J.J. asked.
Eva bit her lip while she was thinking back. "No, but I wasn't that close. They were parked across the street." Eva opened her eyes and looked directly at J.J. "Was there someone else in the car? Was it that lady or guy that got kidnapped from the dance studio?"
"We need to find an artist," Rossi said from behind the doors. "Have her describe the unsubs. We only have a blurry photo of the guy driving, and she saw both of them."
Hotch nodded, and went off to find an artist at the station. Prentiss was sure they had one. She looked back at J.J. and Eva, and Eva had moved to be closer to J.J. "Did I help at all?"
"You helped at a lot," J.J. told her.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone before," Eva said. "I'm really sorry."
Prentiss was still a little bit annoyed at the girl just because, they would have been able to stop the unsubs from taking Reid and Morgan if she called the police when it first happened. There was no point in complaining about it now though. It was too late. The white gloved pair did have Morgan and Reid, but the team was going to make sure the unsubs didn't have them for too long. They were going to bring Reid and Morgan back home.
Reid knew the answer to every single question that Anthony asked, but when it was clear that Peter didn't know the answers, Reid got them wrong too. It wasn't because he didn't know the answers. He just didn't want Peter to be the one to lose. They didn't know what the fate of would be the one who lost, but it wasn't going to be something good. Every time he got the answer wrong, Michael either slammed down on his toes with the hammer or he was cut with Anthony's knife. Reid didn't know which was worse, but after three of his toes were broken, he was starting to lose balance. He kept his back against the wall to support his weight, but it was getting harder and harder. His left shoulder was bleeding from the last cut he got, and his knees still felt like they were on fire from the boiling water, but after all of this, he was still cold. The water never dried from the bath earlier and the air conditioning was still on full blast.
"Who was the first person to win the Nobel Peace Prize?" Anthony asked Peter. Peter didn't even look up. His right knee was bleeding profusely from Anthony's knife, and Reid was pretty sure the boy's knee had actually broken from the hammer earlier. He had one of his hands over the still bleeding cut on his stomach, and Reid could count six dark bruises forming over Peter's stomach and chest. Neither one of them could stand much longer.
"I don't know," Peter whispered. Michael smiled and slammed the hammer down onto Peter's left knee again. Peter cried out from the pain and finally collapsed on the carpet. Reid followed him and let himself fall next to the kid. He didn't want Peter to be alone. Tears were running down the boy's face, and Reid scooted next to him.
"And congratulations goes to Tom for winning the game," Anthony said clapping. "It was wonderful how everyone participated, but every game must have a winner and must have a loser. This game's loser is, of course, Peter. Michael, would you mind so much helping Peter in front of the couch? There's more room over there, and Tom. It would be best for you to just stay put for now unless you want to cause more harm to your friends."
Reid looked over at Peter but decided to stay quiet. Anthony already proved time and time again that he carried through with threats, and Reid didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Michael got a handful of Peter's hair and dragged him over by the couch. A trail of blood stained the carpet from Peter's knees, and Peter was trembling all over.
"This needs to stop now," Morgan called out. "You have your little fun already. They need to rest." Morgan pulled against his restraints, and Reid thought about going over to him. Reid felt safer when Morgan was near, and he felt so tired from the short but brutal attacks. He was sure it was the blood loss that was making him feel lightheaded, but he'd give almost anything for a nap. He brought his legs up to his chest to cover himself up, but he didn't move from the spot.
"Help Peter on his stomach," Anthony said. Anthony walked over to where Michael was with Peter, and Reid's breath caught in his throat when he saw Anthony unzip his pants. Peter struggled a little, but the kid had no idea what was going on behind him. Michael got Peter on his stomach just as Anthony was lowering his pants.
"Hey!" Morgan shouted. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Peter tried turning around, but Michael smacked him across the cheek. "Just showing you boys who is in charge. I've never tried this before, but it could be interesting." Anthony stepped out of his boxers and got on his knees behind Peter. Reid wasn't sure if Peter knew exactly what was going on, but he started fighting even more.
"Get off of me!" Peter shouted weakly. Michael was holding Peter down by his shoulders, but that didn't stop the kid from kicking out his legs, but it wasn't helping.
"Leave him alone!" Morgan yelled out. "You wanna fight somebody? Well, come on over. I'm sitting right here!"
Anthony ignored Morgan's pleas and positioned himself behind Peter. If Peter didn't know what was going on before, he definitely knew now. Anthony was rubbing himself against Peter's backside and forced his legs even further apart. Peter's eyes lit up with alarm, ans he tried using his arms to pull himself away from his attacker until Michael kicked him on his cheek. Peter was still struggling, but it was a fight he couldn't win. Anthony pushed himself against the screaming boy again getting even closer to the kid's entrance. Reid could only think of one way to save his new friend.
Reid licked his lips and pushed himself against the wall. He got both heels firmly on the ground and pushed himself to his feet. He almost lost balance again, but he caught himself before he fell. He clumsily walked over to where Peter was desperately fighting, and he allowed himself to fall when he was by Peter. Anthony looked surprised.
"Take me instead," Reid heard himself saying. Reid could barely understand his own words. All he knew was that he didn't want some poor kid to be hurt anymore. "I'll take his place."
"A trade?" Anthony asked. He sounded amused. He nodded at Michael. Reid couldn't figure out their relationship still, and when he was calmer, he needed to figure out what it was. They weren't brothers. They didn't even seem like close friends so why was Michael even there? Michael released Peter from his bruising grip, and Reid watched as Peter scampered behind the couch near Morgan. He was safe. That is what Reid had to keep telling himself. Peter was safe.
Reid felt himself being pushed down face first on the carpet. His cheek hit the floor with alarming force, and strange hands were feeling down his back. Reid's breath caught in his throat. He knew what he signed up for when he volunteered to take Peter's place, but the reality of what was about to happen hit him hard.
"Let him go!" Morgan shouted again. He was pulling wildly at his restraints, and Reid closed his eyes. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst from his chest.
"You fellows sure don't know the rules of a game," Anthony said. "The losers lose, and the winners win. It's that simple."
"This isn't a game!" Morgan yelled. "This isn't some dumb ass game! Let him go now!"
Reid closed his eyes to pretend he was somewhere else. He was sure he could do that if he tried enough, but he felt his legs being spread. When he felt an erection pressing at his entrance, he immediately tried scooting away. He couldn't go through with this. Anthony started laughing again and pulled Reid back towards him. Reid had to keep his eyes closed. It would be the only way to get through this, but Peter's loud pleas opened his eyes.
Michael was dragging Peter by his hair back to where Reid was. Michael's pants were already off, and he easily forced the kid back on his stomach. Peter was moving his body every which way in an attempt to throw Michael off of him, but Michael outweighed the skinny Peter by at least 50lbs. Reid looked over at Morgan, but Morgan looked just as bewildered as Reid was. Reid tried scooting over to help Peter, but Anthony held him in place. Reid's breathing sped up, and he tried moving his hands but they wouldn't budge in the handcuffs. He couldn't do anything.
"Let him go!" Reid begged. "Please. It was just supposed to be one of us." Where was the team? Were they on their way?
"Exciting, isn't it?" Anthony asked. "We've never done this before. We've always been respectful of other people's bodies, but this is a fun change. Who knows? We might like it."
"You said only the loser had to do this," Reid heard himself saying. Peter was looking at him with fear in his eyes.
"Who said we play fair?" Anthony said. He was laughing again, and Reid felt the still gloved hand take a firm hold of his shoulder. Morgan was still cursing, but Reid couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. All Reid could do was watch Michael position himself behind Peter, and push his way inside. A bone chilling scream escaped Peter's lips, but Reid wasn't given time to register what exactly was going on as a white piercing pain ran through Reid's body. Anthony pushed himself as far as he could into Reid. Tissues were ripping as Reid's muscles reluctantly let Anthony inside, and Reid's own blood was serving as lubricant. Reid screamed. He screamed until his voice gave out, and even then, his loud cries were filling the room. Every sharp thrust from Anthony sent agonizing bursts of pain through his already taxed body.
Reid cracked his eyes back open, and the first thing he saw was Peter sobbing beside him. He was still putting up a fight, but he was too weak to get the much heavier Michael off of him. Michael was lifting up Peter's waist to get himself even deeper into his victim, and Reid saw Peter's bloody knees rubbing across the carpet leaving stains that might not ever come out. The worst part of all was that Michael was laughing with every thrust. He was really enjoying this, but there was nothing either one of them could do except for wait for the unsubs to be finished with them. Reid never could have imagined this would hurt as bad as it did. The uneven thrusts from Anthony made it feel like he was being sawed in half. Reid knew what pain was, but nothing he felt in his entire life could have prepared him for this. He probably knew enough about the subject of rape to write a book on it, and he talked to countless victims of rape over the years. He never planned on being one of them though. Tears were falling down his face, and there was no way he could even escape mentally. The rough pushes into his body kept bringing him back to the real world.
Michael finished before Anthony did. He finished with a loud grunt, and slapped Peter's rear end as he pulled out. Peter stayed on the carpet for almost a full minute before he came to his senses and lifted himself back up. His face was wet with tears. Reid could see bruises on Peter's thighs as he crawled back behind the couch. Reid rested his cheek back on the carpet when he was sure Michael was going to leave Peter alone, and he closed his eyes just as Anthony spilled hot seed into his body. Anthony let out a content sigh and pulled of Reid.
"Well, that was exciting. Wasn't it?" Anthony asked. Reid wanted to crawl next to Peter, but he didn't. He was already getting rug burn on his scalded knees, and on top of all of this, he was still trembling. He didn't know if it was from nerves or because he was actually cold, but he couldn't make it stop. He would just get up after Anthony and Michael left. For now, he was perfectly happy lying on the floor.
Michael was out of breath, but Reid saw him sending a wink in Peter's direction. It made Reid's stomach roll. "I had a fun time, Anthony."
Anthony and Michael both pulled their pants back up, and Michael was brushing the hair out of his face. Reid did feel more comfortable that Anthony wasn't hovering over him anymore. Reid scooted closer to the couch. His rear end was burning, and his mouth was dry.
"It's time for a lunch break though," Anthony said. He had Reid's blood on his white gloves, but he didn't seem to notice. "I'll going to make some toast. That sounds good, doesn't it? I can add some cinnamon and sugar to it. That was always one of my favorite lunches growing up."
"You guys will love it," Michael said smiling. Reid wasn't hungry. He was so thirsty that he could feel his lips cracking, but he wasn't hungry. The thought of eating anything was enough to make him feel nauseous. He was hoping they would bring some water back with the toast.
"You guys need to stop this," Morgan said. "Just leave us here. We can find our own way out."
Anthony turned to Morgan and smiled. "I'll bring you your late lunch after I eat mine. My stomach is about to start growling. Isn't that embarrassing?"
Peter peaked out from behind the couch to see Reid. He wasn't crying anymore, but his hair was still wet from the bath earlier and he had shadows underneath his eyes. The cheek where Michael kicked him was already a deep shade of red, and Reid suspected that it would be a bruise before long. Reid was supposed to have helped him. He was a federal agent, and it was his job to keep people safe, but he couldn't do it. He tried to protect Peter, but he failed miserably. He couldn't even protect himself.
"Pay attention!" Michael shouted when he saw that Reid wasn't watching Anthony. Reid looked over at them, but Michael was already in front of Reid. He took Reid by his hair, and slammed Reid's head down on the floor. He cried out, more from shock that the pain, and he tried twisting his body around to protect his head, but Michael was faster. Michael kicked Reid twice. The first kick slammed into Reid's left eye which almost hurt worse than the hammer breaking Reid's toes. Reid didn't know where the second kick got him. He was knocked out cold from the first kick. Reid welcomed the blackness that swept over him. The last thing he was aware of was Morgan screaming his name.
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