Dr. Spencer Reid's head was spiraling out of control. The last thing he remembered was being locked in a room that was filled with a gas that knocked him unconscious. He tried to break the window right before that moment, hoping to get fresh air; But he passed out before he could. He could hear his pulse in his head. He could feel metal cuffs around his wrists. His eyes were heavy, and he struggled to wake up. While he tried to open his eyes, his brain started to rapidly process information of his surroundings. When he first woke up, he could only keep his eyes open for a few seconds at a time. But as he became more conscious and aware he returned back to a normal state of mind.

Okay. Calm down. Think. I'm in a concrete room, and it feels cold. I might be underground; or in a location that often has cold weather. Which doesn't really help narrow it down. There are hundreds of locations or places I could be.

He felt his back against the wall and he was sitting on the floor. The entire room was made of concrete. The room was almost completely bare. The only things he could see were the chains bolted into the walls, two large hooks that were dangling from the ceiling; that were placed a few feet apart, and a single chair in the corner. There was a single folded blanket on the chair, and a bowl of water. The only window in the room was the one on the huge steel door on the other side of his stone prison. His mind started racing.

Why was I taken? I'm not rich, and I don't really own anything of great value. I'm not important enough to be taken hostage for large sums of money, and I'm not that useful unless it involves my brain. So why me? What do they want with me? Did a past criminal I help put away kidnap me to get revenge on the BAU? Or am I a victim of random opportunity?

He tried to move, but his cuffs were attached to the chains that were bolted into the wall. Drat. He was left alone in the room for awhile. In that time he tried to keep calm. He needed to be clear and level headed for whatever he was about to live through. He was still wearing his work clothes. A long white button-down shirt, tie and jeans. He normally wore causal dress pants, but Morgan talked him into wearing jeans for Causal Friday. He was wearing his sneakers, but they must have been removed by his kidnappers, because both his socks and shoes were nowhere in sight. He was glad that he got a hair-cut recently. Shorter hair would be more challenging to grab a hold of. It was shorter on the sides and slightly longer on the top. His hair had a slight curl towards the tips of his hair. The last thing he needed was to be dragged by his hair.

Then the steel door opened and a man in a white lab coat walked in. His eyes lit up at the sight of Spencer. He seemed… way to cheery for the current situation. Spencer started profiling him as he started talking to Spencer.

"Ah. Dr. Spencer Reid! I'm so glad you were finally able to join us!" Okay. So not random. I was a specific target. Spencer spoke to the man.

"What do you want with me? Why am I here?"

The man made a clicking sound with his tongue as he waved his finger at Spencer.

"Oh no, no, no, no, ; My dear Spencer. You will not be asking the questions here. You see, That's my job."

The man in white lab coat waved someone into the room. He was wearing all black. The man in the lab coat spoke once more.

"However it's my friend's job to inflict pain on you, if you decide to refuse to cooperate and answer those questions." He smiled. The man in all black unhooked the chain that was attached to his cuffs and hauled him to his feet by his shirt. Spencer was forced out of the room. Spencer tried to fight the man, but he was much stronger than him, and was able to overpower him by slamming him into the concrete wall. It knocked the air out of Spencer. This is where having physical strength would be helpful. Spencer's mind was busy trying to make deductions about this new unsub. He tried to profile as much as he could while he was being pushed into another concrete room next door. He was suspended from the ceiling by the tight cuffs around his wrists; which was attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He was hanging by his wrists and his toes were just barely able to touch the cold ground. He felt scared. The man in all black cut off his shirt and tie. Spencer began to beg and try to reason with the man.

"Please. Don't do this. If you let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone where you are. I swear." Spencer's chest was exposed along with his arms. He felt a chill around him. His jeans were left on. Thank God. Then the man in the white lab coat came into the room. He sat down on a chair, with a clipboard, paper, and a pen. The man in the white lab coat seemed older than the other man. Spencer could tell they were both older than him, and he noticed that the man in the lab coat seemed to be in charge. Or at least the brains of this operation. However the man in all black seemed to be the one doing the dirty work. He would be the one torturing him, and if Spencer had to guess: He would assume that the man in the lab coat wouldn't touch him at all. He was above that sort of thing. The man clicked his pen, ready to write notes and began to speak.

"Okay. Time to begin. There is a secret base with hundreds of deadly viruses and other bio chemicals. We want to know the name and exact location of this base." The man in the white lab coat spoke to him while the man in all black grabbed a knife from the wall. Spencer felt scared. But spoke calmly: While keeping eye contact with the man in the lab coat. "Why do you want to know?" The man grinned with a flash of anger in his eyes. But he spoke calmly as the man in all black stood next to him.

"Ah ah ah, Spencer. What did we talk about? I ask the questions, and you answer. That's for us to know, and you to tell."

"No. I'm not going to tell you that. If I did I would be breaking the oath I made to this country." Spencer said calmly.

The man in the white lab coat turned to the man with the knife; and said: "Do it." The man in all black clothing came toward him with the knife. Spencer felt his heart skip a beat. His breathing became slightly rapid as panic overwhelmed him.

Oh God. Here it comes.

He thought. As he closed his eyes and braced himself. He felt terrified.

Calm down. Breathe. Don't think about the knife or the pain.

The knife was pushed into his arm, and dragged down through him to make a painful cut. He screamed in agony as the cut was made, while his body tensed up.

Oh God! Make it stop! I don't want this.

The man pulled the knife out of his arm. Spencer was gasping for air.

Okay. Breathe. The BAU is looking for me right now. They are going to find me. I just need to hold out until then.

The man in the lab coat spoke once again. But he didn't speak to him. He spoke to his partner.

"Not so deep. We want to torture him. Not kill him." Then he turned back to Spencer.

"Okay. Next question."

A hour and a half went by. During that time he was asked to reveal government secrets, and give them classified information, which he refused to give. He knew that if he gave them any of the information they wanted: hundreds, or possibly thousands of lives would be endangered; and judging by the information they wanted: Most of those people would end up dying.

Each time he said no, he was given another painful cut. The torture was brutal and more painful then he could even imagine. He counted each cut that was carved into his body, while he screamed. 40 cuts total were made on his arms, his chest, and his torso. He hated every moment. He couldn't stand it, but he forced himself to hold out.

OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP! I don't want this.

He thought to himself desperately as silent tears fell from his eyes. He tried to remain quiet. To just let his body do what it needed to survive this. He screamed through every cut. But there were times where he couldn't help himself from begging.

"No! Don't! Please… stop. Just stop."

The man in the white lab coat spoke to Spencer as he slowly bled.

"You know that won't happen unless you tell us what we want to know."

The man with the knife was being very careful to make sure the cuts were painful, but not fatal. He had no idea how much he could take, but he would do whatever it took to keep breathing.

After that hour and a half, the man in the lab coat left the room and closed the door. The man in all black started removing Spencer's pants. His heart nearly stopped.

"No. Don't! Please, don't do this!" He begged. He was drained and exhausted. He felt terrified. The man ignored his pleads. He stripped Spencer nude and opened the cuffs around his wrists. He begged the man to stop, as he was laid stomach down and bent over a crate. He wanted to fight him. But he was too weak from the torture.

"No. Don't! Just cut me again instead!" He started to cry silently as he whimpered.

"I - don't - want this."

The man removed his own pants. Spencer felt terrified. Then suddenly the man forced himself upon Spencer. Spencer screamed in pain. He didn't even have time to brace himself. He was vaguely aware of himself screaming at the man: "STOP! OH GOD! STOP! IT HURTS!" He felt his voice break. The rest was a painful blur. He screamed the entire time as his brain tried to desperately block out what was happening to him. He dug his nails into his palm. Everything hurt. He cried as the man took away his innocence.

He endured a half hour before the man finally stopped. The man moved away from Spencer. He rolled off the crate and hit the ground hard. He was gasping for air as the man starting putting his own pants back on. His cheeks were wet from countless tears. He fell silent. He saw a little blood on the palm of his hand from him digging his nails into his hand a little too hard. He was in hell. He tried to block out his panicked thoughts as the man put Reid's underwear back on him. He put Spencer's pants back on him as well. Spencer couldn't move. Everything hurt so bad. The man carried him back to the concrete room next door, and laid him on the floor in the corner. He didn't even bother chaining him to the wall. He was too weak to fight or even try to escape. The man placed the bowl of water next to him, and left. The steel door shut and locked behind him. For a long time Spencer just cried. He cried so hard it physically hurt. His body was slightly shaking. He didn't even bother to try to move. He was in so much pain. He was physically exhausted. He wanted to die. He wanted to close his eyes and and never wake up. At one point he forced himself to sit up, he moved slowly. His face twisted in pain. He ran out of tears. So he forced himself to drink the water. Then he passed out.