FIC: Reclamation 2/?
Title: Reclamation 2/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348348.html
A/N: This chapter gets into the meat of things. Reminder that this is AU so I have taken liberties.
Feedback Please please please.
Chapter 2
They began meeting almost every night that they were home and not on a case. The walk to Reid's door ending in kisses that left them both thrumming with excitement and desire.
While working, sneaking little glances were all they shared to indicate what was going on.
Two weeks after their first kiss, Sasha invited Derek up to her flat.
Climbing the stairs, while watching Sasha's backside move before him, Derek tried to find his normal cool and casual lady killer facade. It wasn't working, he couldn't pretend with Reid.
The apartment was small but the tidy clutter made it feel homey. The smell of coffee lingered in the air. He had a soft expression as he took in the space his Pretty Girl spent her time in.
The profiler's attention was drawn by the sound of small pattering feet and a curious meow. He looked at the floor to find a pair of luminescent green eyes looked back at him.
"Hello Aristotle." he said and stooped to scratch the pretty black cat. The feline rubbed his head against Derek's hand, before trotting after his mistress into the tiny kitchen.
Sasha gave the cat a treat and some fresh water before coming back into the small living room.
Derek was scanning the hundreds of books that sat on shelves lining the walls. There was a small but comfortable looking sofa and a wing-back chair. Down the shadowed hall, he assumed, was her bedroom. Turning as she came back, he smiled.
Reid looked a little nervous and she tugged at her sleeve. Understanding, Derek crossed to the sofa and sat down. Sasha seemed to be relieved at his action and moved to sit next to him.
"This place is very you, Sash." he said extending an arm behind her shoulders to draw her closer.
She smiled and looked at him through her lashes. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was sure he could hear it. She gave a small thank you, before curling up against his side.
It wasn't long before they were wrapped around each other, kissing deeply. Hands roamed, learning the slopes and curves of each other.
Encouraged by the breathy little whimpers she gave into his kiss, Derek pulled her to straddle him. His hands slipped up her back, threading into her hair and holding her head in place.
He could feel the curves of her body as she pressed against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she let him kiss her as deeply as he wanted.
He knew he needed to stop this soon. His cock was more than half hard and he could feel the want burning in his belly. While he was sure they were more than just dating now, he didn't think Sasha was ready to sleep with him.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Derek held her face in both hands.
"Baby Girl, I don't want to rush this, for either of us." he said in a low husky voice. Sasha shivered and pressed her forehead to his. Her breathing was short as she sought to pulled herself together.
"I-I know, you're right." she said, her lashes fluttering. "This just feels so...wonderful." she whispered and kissed along his strong jaw.
The way she shifted in his lap caused her to rub against the growing bulge in his jeans. Derek growled and caught her face again.
"Baby, please. There is only so much a man can take." he said his voice rumbling with a sexy laugh. "We got all the time in the world. I want you, but I know that we aren't there just yet." His honesty touched her deeply.
She smiled so brightly, it should have lit the dim room. Derek returned the smile and slowly eased her off his lap.
"I never felt such an attraction to some one before." she said laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry if I'm being over eager." she said feeling embarrassed. She wasn't acting like an inexperienced virgin. That sibilant sinister voice in the back of her head whispered softly.
'Inexperienced? HA! Get on your knees and show him how inexperienced you are.'
It scared her, that voice. It had appeared when she had finally gotten away from the man who took advantage of her. A remaining scar of her abuse.
Reid shivered at the dark words, pulling away from Derek. His brow went up, wondering what had changed.
Reid gave a weak smile. She patted his arm and said she needed to use the bathroom. Derek nodded and tilted his head.
"Maybe, I should go." he suggested, knowing if he stayed this close to her right now, he would talk himself into more. Sasha looked a little let down for a beat before she nodded.
"Yeah, that is probably a good idea." she agreed and leaned in to give him a small kiss. Derek wasn't sure what had put her of kilter but took it as a sign that she wasn't ready yet. Feeling better about his decision to stop, he kissed her deeper and then tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
"I'll see you in the morning, Pretty Girl." he murmured and then made his way out the door.
*****
Another week passed and they spent every night, after work, together. Their make out sessions got more and more heated.
The feeling of her slender body under his hands was driving him mad. He wanted to see her, see all of her. Still, they stopped just short of the act.
Cold showers were becoming the norm for Derek. He began to fight with himself over waiting and taking slow verses throwing caution to the wind and fucking like bunnies.
That is why, Derek swore a blue streak when both their cells chimed, to signal they were being called in on a case.
He couldn't believe it. Not now, not this night. The fates couldn't be that cruel.
They had made it to Sasha's bedroom. The young woman assuring him that things were good and she wanted more. His hand had been poised to pull the frumpy tan slacks off her hips.
The chime sounded again, only to be followed by the sound of Derek's cell ringing with JJ's ring-tone.
"FUCK!" he groaned, before leaning to grab his cell off the bed table.
"Clearly not tonight." Sasha joked as she got up and righted her clothing. Derek made a face at her snark.
****
The case was bizarre.
They were heading to Georgia. A home invasion killing team with one member who called in the attacks. Biblical references and professions of angelic influence clouded the truth.
There was so much information to gather. Things were unraveling and coalescing at the same time.
They worked the long nights and slept when they could. When the videos began popping up, the tension in the team increased.
These guys were really sick fucks and Derek couldn't wait to get them.
He caught moments with Sasha, here and there. There wasn't any time to steal away and lose themselves in each other.
When Jason made the finial connection, they realized JJ and Reid had gone to the unsub's house, unaware who he was. Morgan thought the bottom had dropped out of his world.
The drive out to the rural farmhouse was too long, no matter how fast he drove.
When they searched the house and found no sign of the girls, Derek felt the rising panic beginning to swamp his higher brain functions.
The discovery of JJ, in the barn with the remains of the last victim and the dead dogs, pushed his heart rate sky high.
"JJ, where's Reid.?"
"W-We s-split up, she went round back."
The words were barely out of her mouth before Derek was moving. They searched, the cornstalks seemed to mock them.
No, No, No, this can't be happening!
"Looks like someone was dragged."
Derek's vision narrowed and he thought he might black out. His mind couldn't wrap around the facts. The simple words he could see in his head, but couldn't make sense of it.
The unsub had taken Sasha.
***
They stood in the farmhouse and faced each other. All the team members could feel the rage and blind fear radiating off Derek. If the team had still been unaware of the growing relationship, it was pretty clear now.
Hotch commanded Derek to take a moment and calm himself. Garcia was working the tech, trying to find the bastard that took Sasha.
Derek paced the kitchen, attempting to focus on the scuffed and faded linoleum. His mind was supplying him with countless things the psycho could be doing to her. His eyes stung with unshed tears as he quelled the gut deep desire to scream his lungs out.
A pained cry from Penelope brought them all running. The screen showed a ramshackle room with Reid cuffed to a chair in the middle of the frame.
She looked terrified and exhausted. The figure, they now knew as Tobias Hankle, crossed in front of Reid.
"They say you can see inside men's minds." he hissed at her. "That makes you a witch." Sasha trembled as she shook her head.
"N-No, I-I'm just a woman." she said and held her head up to face her tormentor. "My name is Sasha, Sasha Reid..."
"Lying Whore!" Tobias shouted and backhanded the girl across the face. Reid's head snapped to the side, blood on her lips.
There was a collective outcry in the room. Derek gripped the back of the wooden chair he was leaning on. The wood creaked ominously.
Tobias moved around behind the camera as Sasha tried to reason with him. Assuring the mentally fractured man that she wasn't a witch, she just wanted to help him.
"You stop your lying, bitch." he snapped and brought a length of wood toward her. She tugged on the shackles holding her to the chair. Tobias knelt in front of her and grabbed her foot.
"W-What are you doing?" she stuttered and tried to pull her foot away. "Y-You don't have to do this." she pleaded. The man ignored her begging, stripped the shoe and sock, baring her wiggling foot.
"You will confess your sins and be judged," he shouted and brought the plank down on the sole of her foot.
The scream that tore from the young woman sent Derek pacing and shouting his intention to take Hankle apart.
Garcia tried to hack the feed with tears running down her cheeks. The blows continued and Reid's screams of pain ripped through them all.
The feed stopped and they all began to talk. Jason shouted for silence. Breathing heavy, the profilers all looked around and tried to gather their composure.
Hotch, now collected once more, began to give orders. If they were going to find Reid, they needed to work the case.
****
Time moved too slowly. Derek tried to keep himself busy, doing anything to help the search. He poured his umpteenth cup of coffee and turned to find JJ standing behind him. Her face was contorted in guilt
"You think I was wrong to split up from Reid, don't you?' she asked in a low rasping tone. Derek's mouth formed a straight line.
"It doesn't matter, JJ. The fact is, one of you is here and the other isn't." he said and made to move past her.
The emotions were just too raw and exposed for all of them.
***
"She's back!" Garcia's shrill cry brought them running to the room. Prentiss and Rossi were gone, tracking down some known associates of Hankle. The remaining members huddled around the screen.
Reid was still lashed to the chair. Her face was bruised on one side and looked very painful. The swelling almost closing one eye. She was breathing heavily.
The sound of foot steps told them Tobias was back, though his posture was different. He seemed furtive and frightened. He held a syringe in his hand.
"I told you not to anger him." he said to Reid. "Just confess and he will give you your judgement." She lifted her head and looked at him with one eye closed.
"Tobias, you can help me out of this. Please, just untie me and we can leave." she said and looked at him with her good eye. He shook his head.
"Nope, he'll find us. This helps." he said and tied off her bared arm. He plunged the needle into her white skin.
"No." Sasha pleaded. "I don't want it. Just untie me, We can...get...away...." She was losing the thread of her words as the drug surged into her system.
"Please...T-Tobias, Let me go, I can h-help y-ou..." she gasped out. He suddenly turned violent and leaned fast into her face, making her flinched backward.
"NO! He'll follow, he'll know! He always knows." he said and turned to walk to the other side of the room. Throwing more fish gut on the fire.
****
"So tell me, witch. What do you confess?" The persona of Tobias' father demanded and stared at the cowering girl. Reid shook her head.
"I've done nothing." she gasped and braced for the blow. It was hard and caused the young woman to cry out.
After several long moments of watching Sasha be beaten, Derek gave a pained roar and punched a hole in the wall.
*****
They were getting nowhere. The time stretched on, as they tried to figure out the location where Hankle was holding Reid.
When the streaming video came back, the psycho was demanding Sasha pick a person from the screens to die. She refused. There was a battle of wills before the girl compromised and picked the people to live.
The team scrambled to try and intercept the killer before he struck.
They were too late.
***
Jason leaned in to the camera, speaking to Reid. Telling her that she was stronger than Hankle. She clung to the words, trying to keep faith that they would find her, before the mad man killed her.
***
When Hankle returned, he was in a rage. The beating continued. Reid cried and begged for him to stop. He insisted she confess her sins. She bantered with him about biblical passages. He wasn't subdued.
Grabbing the profiler up by the collar of her shirt, he ranted into her face, his fetid breath making her gag. Standing so close, he looked at the sinner in his hold and his eyes fell on a mark on her pale throat. It wasn't a mark he put there. It was a bite bruise, one created in passion. His evil eyes narrowed and he pushed her back.
"WHORE!" he shouted, his voice thundering in the small shack. Reid shook her head frantically.
"No! No I'm not a whore," she sobbed. He glared at her, his finger pointing in condemnation.
"You fornicator, SINNER!" he bellowed. Reid shook her head in denial. He began to strike her again.
"NO. I'm not..." she pleaded, his blows having tipped the chair on it's side. She lifted her head from the floor and she tried to focus on the lunatic.
"I'm not a whore. I-I'm a virgin." her voice dipped to almost a whisper.
The watching figures all shared a plaintive gasp as Hankle stopped moving and looked at her with intensity.
"Liar. You are no virgin." he said and his feet moved closer to her. Reid sucked in lung fulls of air as she tried to distract him from further violence.
"I have a suitor but I'm not a whore." she said painfully. Hankle's posture stiffened and he reached down to hoist her up.
"Well, that is easily proven." he said menacingly and unhooked the handcuffs from the chair, yanking Reid to her feet.
She yelped in agony as she tried to put weight on the injured foot. The swollen appendage wouldn't hold her and she began to fall. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her off screen.
Garcia gave a pained cry of NO! while the others stared in abject horror.
What they couldn't see was made more agonizing by the fact that they could hear it all. Somehow, being forced to imagine it was worse than seeing it with their own eyes.
TBC
**The next chapter will be very harsh and graphic, just a heads up.
xposted
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/349128.html?#cutid1
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348348.html
A/N: This chapter gets into the meat of things. Reminder that this is AU so I have taken liberties.
Feedback Please please please.
Chapter 2
They began meeting almost every night that they were home and not on a case. The walk to Reid's door ending in kisses that left them both thrumming with excitement and desire.
While working, sneaking little glances were all they shared to indicate what was going on.
Two weeks after their first kiss, Sasha invited Derek up to her flat.
Climbing the stairs, while watching Sasha's backside move before him, Derek tried to find his normal cool and casual lady killer facade. It wasn't working, he couldn't pretend with Reid.
The apartment was small but the tidy clutter made it feel homey. The smell of coffee lingered in the air. He had a soft expression as he took in the space his Pretty Girl spent her time in.
The profiler's attention was drawn by the sound of small pattering feet and a curious meow. He looked at the floor to find a pair of luminescent green eyes looked back at him.
"Hello Aristotle." he said and stooped to scratch the pretty black cat. The feline rubbed his head against Derek's hand, before trotting after his mistress into the tiny kitchen.
Sasha gave the cat a treat and some fresh water before coming back into the small living room.
Derek was scanning the hundreds of books that sat on shelves lining the walls. There was a small but comfortable looking sofa and a wing-back chair. Down the shadowed hall, he assumed, was her bedroom. Turning as she came back, he smiled.
Reid looked a little nervous and she tugged at her sleeve. Understanding, Derek crossed to the sofa and sat down. Sasha seemed to be relieved at his action and moved to sit next to him.
"This place is very you, Sash." he said extending an arm behind her shoulders to draw her closer.
She smiled and looked at him through her lashes. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was sure he could hear it. She gave a small thank you, before curling up against his side.
It wasn't long before they were wrapped around each other, kissing deeply. Hands roamed, learning the slopes and curves of each other.
Encouraged by the breathy little whimpers she gave into his kiss, Derek pulled her to straddle him. His hands slipped up her back, threading into her hair and holding her head in place.
He could feel the curves of her body as she pressed against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she let him kiss her as deeply as he wanted.
He knew he needed to stop this soon. His cock was more than half hard and he could feel the want burning in his belly. While he was sure they were more than just dating now, he didn't think Sasha was ready to sleep with him.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Derek held her face in both hands.
"Baby Girl, I don't want to rush this, for either of us." he said in a low husky voice. Sasha shivered and pressed her forehead to his. Her breathing was short as she sought to pulled herself together.
"I-I know, you're right." she said, her lashes fluttering. "This just feels so...wonderful." she whispered and kissed along his strong jaw.
The way she shifted in his lap caused her to rub against the growing bulge in his jeans. Derek growled and caught her face again.
"Baby, please. There is only so much a man can take." he said his voice rumbling with a sexy laugh. "We got all the time in the world. I want you, but I know that we aren't there just yet." His honesty touched her deeply.
She smiled so brightly, it should have lit the dim room. Derek returned the smile and slowly eased her off his lap.
"I never felt such an attraction to some one before." she said laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry if I'm being over eager." she said feeling embarrassed. She wasn't acting like an inexperienced virgin. That sibilant sinister voice in the back of her head whispered softly.
'Inexperienced? HA! Get on your knees and show him how inexperienced you are.'
It scared her, that voice. It had appeared when she had finally gotten away from the man who took advantage of her. A remaining scar of her abuse.
Reid shivered at the dark words, pulling away from Derek. His brow went up, wondering what had changed.
Reid gave a weak smile. She patted his arm and said she needed to use the bathroom. Derek nodded and tilted his head.
"Maybe, I should go." he suggested, knowing if he stayed this close to her right now, he would talk himself into more. Sasha looked a little let down for a beat before she nodded.
"Yeah, that is probably a good idea." she agreed and leaned in to give him a small kiss. Derek wasn't sure what had put her of kilter but took it as a sign that she wasn't ready yet. Feeling better about his decision to stop, he kissed her deeper and then tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
"I'll see you in the morning, Pretty Girl." he murmured and then made his way out the door.
*****
Another week passed and they spent every night, after work, together. Their make out sessions got more and more heated.
The feeling of her slender body under his hands was driving him mad. He wanted to see her, see all of her. Still, they stopped just short of the act.
Cold showers were becoming the norm for Derek. He began to fight with himself over waiting and taking slow verses throwing caution to the wind and fucking like bunnies.
That is why, Derek swore a blue streak when both their cells chimed, to signal they were being called in on a case.
He couldn't believe it. Not now, not this night. The fates couldn't be that cruel.
They had made it to Sasha's bedroom. The young woman assuring him that things were good and she wanted more. His hand had been poised to pull the frumpy tan slacks off her hips.
The chime sounded again, only to be followed by the sound of Derek's cell ringing with JJ's ring-tone.
"FUCK!" he groaned, before leaning to grab his cell off the bed table.
"Clearly not tonight." Sasha joked as she got up and righted her clothing. Derek made a face at her snark.
****
The case was bizarre.
They were heading to Georgia. A home invasion killing team with one member who called in the attacks. Biblical references and professions of angelic influence clouded the truth.
There was so much information to gather. Things were unraveling and coalescing at the same time.
They worked the long nights and slept when they could. When the videos began popping up, the tension in the team increased.
These guys were really sick fucks and Derek couldn't wait to get them.
He caught moments with Sasha, here and there. There wasn't any time to steal away and lose themselves in each other.
When Jason made the finial connection, they realized JJ and Reid had gone to the unsub's house, unaware who he was. Morgan thought the bottom had dropped out of his world.
The drive out to the rural farmhouse was too long, no matter how fast he drove.
When they searched the house and found no sign of the girls, Derek felt the rising panic beginning to swamp his higher brain functions.
The discovery of JJ, in the barn with the remains of the last victim and the dead dogs, pushed his heart rate sky high.
"JJ, where's Reid.?"
"W-We s-split up, she went round back."
The words were barely out of her mouth before Derek was moving. They searched, the cornstalks seemed to mock them.
No, No, No, this can't be happening!
"Looks like someone was dragged."
Derek's vision narrowed and he thought he might black out. His mind couldn't wrap around the facts. The simple words he could see in his head, but couldn't make sense of it.
The unsub had taken Sasha.
***
They stood in the farmhouse and faced each other. All the team members could feel the rage and blind fear radiating off Derek. If the team had still been unaware of the growing relationship, it was pretty clear now.
Hotch commanded Derek to take a moment and calm himself. Garcia was working the tech, trying to find the bastard that took Sasha.
Derek paced the kitchen, attempting to focus on the scuffed and faded linoleum. His mind was supplying him with countless things the psycho could be doing to her. His eyes stung with unshed tears as he quelled the gut deep desire to scream his lungs out.
A pained cry from Penelope brought them all running. The screen showed a ramshackle room with Reid cuffed to a chair in the middle of the frame.
She looked terrified and exhausted. The figure, they now knew as Tobias Hankle, crossed in front of Reid.
"They say you can see inside men's minds." he hissed at her. "That makes you a witch." Sasha trembled as she shook her head.
"N-No, I-I'm just a woman." she said and held her head up to face her tormentor. "My name is Sasha, Sasha Reid..."
"Lying Whore!" Tobias shouted and backhanded the girl across the face. Reid's head snapped to the side, blood on her lips.
There was a collective outcry in the room. Derek gripped the back of the wooden chair he was leaning on. The wood creaked ominously.
Tobias moved around behind the camera as Sasha tried to reason with him. Assuring the mentally fractured man that she wasn't a witch, she just wanted to help him.
"You stop your lying, bitch." he snapped and brought a length of wood toward her. She tugged on the shackles holding her to the chair. Tobias knelt in front of her and grabbed her foot.
"W-What are you doing?" she stuttered and tried to pull her foot away. "Y-You don't have to do this." she pleaded. The man ignored her begging, stripped the shoe and sock, baring her wiggling foot.
"You will confess your sins and be judged," he shouted and brought the plank down on the sole of her foot.
The scream that tore from the young woman sent Derek pacing and shouting his intention to take Hankle apart.
Garcia tried to hack the feed with tears running down her cheeks. The blows continued and Reid's screams of pain ripped through them all.
The feed stopped and they all began to talk. Jason shouted for silence. Breathing heavy, the profilers all looked around and tried to gather their composure.
Hotch, now collected once more, began to give orders. If they were going to find Reid, they needed to work the case.
****
Time moved too slowly. Derek tried to keep himself busy, doing anything to help the search. He poured his umpteenth cup of coffee and turned to find JJ standing behind him. Her face was contorted in guilt
"You think I was wrong to split up from Reid, don't you?' she asked in a low rasping tone. Derek's mouth formed a straight line.
"It doesn't matter, JJ. The fact is, one of you is here and the other isn't." he said and made to move past her.
The emotions were just too raw and exposed for all of them.
***
"She's back!" Garcia's shrill cry brought them running to the room. Prentiss and Rossi were gone, tracking down some known associates of Hankle. The remaining members huddled around the screen.
Reid was still lashed to the chair. Her face was bruised on one side and looked very painful. The swelling almost closing one eye. She was breathing heavily.
The sound of foot steps told them Tobias was back, though his posture was different. He seemed furtive and frightened. He held a syringe in his hand.
"I told you not to anger him." he said to Reid. "Just confess and he will give you your judgement." She lifted her head and looked at him with one eye closed.
"Tobias, you can help me out of this. Please, just untie me and we can leave." she said and looked at him with her good eye. He shook his head.
"Nope, he'll find us. This helps." he said and tied off her bared arm. He plunged the needle into her white skin.
"No." Sasha pleaded. "I don't want it. Just untie me, We can...get...away...." She was losing the thread of her words as the drug surged into her system.
"Please...T-Tobias, Let me go, I can h-help y-ou..." she gasped out. He suddenly turned violent and leaned fast into her face, making her flinched backward.
"NO! He'll follow, he'll know! He always knows." he said and turned to walk to the other side of the room. Throwing more fish gut on the fire.
****
"So tell me, witch. What do you confess?" The persona of Tobias' father demanded and stared at the cowering girl. Reid shook her head.
"I've done nothing." she gasped and braced for the blow. It was hard and caused the young woman to cry out.
After several long moments of watching Sasha be beaten, Derek gave a pained roar and punched a hole in the wall.
*****
They were getting nowhere. The time stretched on, as they tried to figure out the location where Hankle was holding Reid.
When the streaming video came back, the psycho was demanding Sasha pick a person from the screens to die. She refused. There was a battle of wills before the girl compromised and picked the people to live.
The team scrambled to try and intercept the killer before he struck.
They were too late.
***
Jason leaned in to the camera, speaking to Reid. Telling her that she was stronger than Hankle. She clung to the words, trying to keep faith that they would find her, before the mad man killed her.
***
When Hankle returned, he was in a rage. The beating continued. Reid cried and begged for him to stop. He insisted she confess her sins. She bantered with him about biblical passages. He wasn't subdued.
Grabbing the profiler up by the collar of her shirt, he ranted into her face, his fetid breath making her gag. Standing so close, he looked at the sinner in his hold and his eyes fell on a mark on her pale throat. It wasn't a mark he put there. It was a bite bruise, one created in passion. His evil eyes narrowed and he pushed her back.
"WHORE!" he shouted, his voice thundering in the small shack. Reid shook her head frantically.
"No! No I'm not a whore," she sobbed. He glared at her, his finger pointing in condemnation.
"You fornicator, SINNER!" he bellowed. Reid shook her head in denial. He began to strike her again.
"NO. I'm not..." she pleaded, his blows having tipped the chair on it's side. She lifted her head from the floor and she tried to focus on the lunatic.
"I'm not a whore. I-I'm a virgin." her voice dipped to almost a whisper.
The watching figures all shared a plaintive gasp as Hankle stopped moving and looked at her with intensity.
"Liar. You are no virgin." he said and his feet moved closer to her. Reid sucked in lung fulls of air as she tried to distract him from further violence.
"I have a suitor but I'm not a whore." she said painfully. Hankle's posture stiffened and he reached down to hoist her up.
"Well, that is easily proven." he said menacingly and unhooked the handcuffs from the chair, yanking Reid to her feet.
She yelped in agony as she tried to put weight on the injured foot. The swollen appendage wouldn't hold her and she began to fall. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her off screen.
Garcia gave a pained cry of NO! while the others stared in abject horror.
What they couldn't see was made more agonizing by the fact that they could hear it all. Somehow, being forced to imagine it was worse than seeing it with their own eyes.
TBC
**The next chapter will be very harsh and graphic, just a heads up.
xposted
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/349128.html?#cutid1