Chapter 11

Reid felt like he couldn't breathe.

He had been so thrilled when Reilly asked if he wanted to take a trip in town, and was in a good mood the rest of the day, even more so when he was allowed down to see Garcia that evening.

But he had gotten a bit careless with their conversation, a few words slipping out that shouldn't have and he may have also momentarily forgotten that the con was sitting at the top of the stairs.

And now he found himself chained up in the small shed behind the house, having been stripped down to his boxers and dragged out squirming by his collar, wheezing as he tried to dig his feet into the dry dirt.

He coughed.

It was dark and musty in the shed, the only dim light coming through the small, dirty window by the door.

Heavy feeling shackles were clipped to his wrists, and his collar was now chained to a solid metal pole in the back of the dingy space.

'How could I be so stupid?'

He cringed when the door of the shed rattled and opened, Reilly stepping in clad only in boxers, and scowling down at him, hand reaching up to pull the string of the dirty bulb hanging from the ceiling, "and here I thought we were past this, Spencer."

"I... I'm sorry... I..."

"You what?" The larger man stepped in further, door closing behind him, "thought we'd go to town, and you'd call the cops? Call your friends?"

Reid opened and closed his mouth, "no! Of course not! I've just... been feeling cooped up at the house, I was looking forward to going out with you..." he reached out to grab onto Reilly's bare leg as he got closer, shackles clinking, "It was going to be nice..."

Reilly jerked his leg back, a smirk appearing slowly on his face as Reid quickly caught himself from falling over.

"We can still go out tomorrow, but I do have a few conditions..."

The agent swallowed, staring at the man who was now crouching in front of him, feeling a knot form in the pit of his stomach, "y...yes?"

"One..." Reilly held up a finger, "you're to stay within two feet of me unless I say otherwise. I need to be able to touch you at all times."

'That's not bad...' Reid nodded, "of... of course! Always," he managed a shaky smile when Reilly's hand came up to touch his cheek, watching the larger man as he stood up, walking away.

"Two..." The con paused by the barely standing wooden shelf, hand reaching out, "Spencer, straighten your legs..."

"St... Straighten my..." Reid swallowed again, the knot returning, "Why?"

"Now!"

The smaller man jumped, stretching his legs out shakily, heartbeat speeding up, eyes darting to his bony legs to Reilly, who was now grinning at him, eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light.

"R...Reilly, please, I'm sorry, I really am... We don't even need to go to town, we can just stay in our room all d..." The agent trailed off, feeling the blood drain from his face as the con pulled a sledge hammer out from behind the shelf.

Reid let out a squeak, trying to scramble away quickly, only to have the cons barefoot slam down on his ankle, a pained noise escaping his throat as he froze, wide eyes fixing on the larger man standing over him, "no no no... please... please..."

"I feel it's the only way to keep you close... I can't trust you right now..." Reilly shifted his foot slightly, keeping the weight in place, hands adjusting on the handle of the sledgehammer, "this way you'll learn..." his eyes flicked up to the smaller mans face, "that conversation hurt... you're friends going to be punished too."

"What?! N... No... Wait... Don'...!"

CRACK!

The sound of breaking bone echoed around the small space, a cry escaping the agents mouth as his vision swam, hands coming up to his mouth as bile rose in his throat.

'It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!'

He whimpered and gasped when Reilly grabbed his hair, pulling his head up, a look of satisfaction of his face, "see? That wasn't so bad..."

Reid could only gasp, pained tears streaming down his face, '... 'urts..."

"You'll live." Reilly let go roughly, "You're going to spend the night out here."

The con stood up, leaving Reid gasping on the floor, returning the sledgehammer to its spot by the shelf.

"You need time to think about what you did, I'll be back later."

The agent just laid there, breathing hard, heart pounding against his ribs, fighting against the nausea caused by the throbbing pain spreading up his leg, "n...no... Please..." his voice cracked more then he wanted it too, "don't leave me out here... s'cold..."

Reilly stared at him, then walked over, crouching down, expression blank, "you'll live... and the rats can keep you company.

Reid's eyes widened, and he found himself scrambling up, despite the pain, doing his back to wrap his arms around the larger man, "I... I don't like rats... take me inside, Reilly, please."

The sigh seemed even louder in the small space, the con saying nothing, simply pulling away, grabbing a ring of keys off the shabby work bench, then crouching back down to undo the shackles, one hand reaching out to unclip the chain from the pole, "if you want back in the house... you can crawl there."

Reid let out a squeak, "c...crawl? But... But I..."

"You what? Disobeyed me? Think of this as part of your punishment, by the time you reach the house... Maybe I'll feel nice enough to carry you to bed."

The agent just nodded, biting his lip as he struggled onto his hands and knees, not even risking looking up as the con stood up beside him, "let's go, Spencer."

He managed a few clumsy steps forward, broken leg dragging slightly, biting back the pained noises that wanted to escape, 'it hurts... and this is humiliating...'

The chain around his neck suddenly pulled tight, and Reid looked up, staring at Reilly now standing in the shed doorway, silhouetted in the evening sun, holding the chain like a leash in one hand, "Geez... you really are helpless aren't you sweetheart?"

'He wants me to agree with him...'

"If you do maybe he'll carry you back inside and you won't have to crawl...'

"I... I can do it... " Reid dragged himself forward again, biting his lip, letting out a squeak when he bumped into Reilly's legs, the older man staring down at him, smirking.

"You sure about that? At your pace, you won't reach the house 'til midnight or later..." Reilly step aside, allowing the young agent to slowly pass.

"Won't take that long..." Reid dug his fingers into the cool grass outside, swallowing hard and staring at the house, which sat invitingly up the small hill, on the other side of the long stretch of weed riddled grass, dirt and finally the gravel path.

"Get moving."

The chain tugged his collar again, and he forced himself forward, biting his lip as he went, only making it a few fumbled steps forward before he collapsed, his leg screaming in protest, the nausea building again.

He vomited.

"You're disgusting Spencer... and seriously hopeless, you can't even handle light punishment!" The con stopped walking, dropping the chain and back tracking to where the agent had sprawled on the grass, gasping and coughing.

Reid yelped when he was roughly grabbed and lifted up, broken leg jerking painfully, hands gripping at the larger mans bare shoulders, as they headed back to the house.

He was even quiet as they made their way through the kitchen and up the stairs, apart the pained squeak when his leg hit the railing, Reilly giving him a look that had him shutting up as quickly as possible.

Being dumped on the bed had him gasping, bright spots dancing before his eyes.

"I'll be sleeping in the next room," Reilly re-clipped his collar to the headboard, tone cold, fingers clicking the lock into place, "I'll think about taking you to town tonight... Or I'll just go by myself. I also need to think of a punishment for your friend."

Reid said nothing, simply staying put on the bed, flinching slightly when an extra blanket was thrown over him, watching Reilly as he walked to the door, hand reaching out to turn off the light.

"Good night, Spencer."

The door closed with a solid thud, leaving Reid staring into the darkness.

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