captive - spencer reid

warnings: violence, swearing, SA (not descriptive) very, very brief mention of OD and kidnap

fifteen

part two

adira

adira sat bolt upright on her mattress, her worried eyes fixated on the door. She was primed and ready to get into position the second she heard the mechanical chattering. Most hints of her desperation were well concealed; the endless pages tucked into her pillowcase, her makeup hidden under the one good t-shirt she had left (the other was stained with the memory of a couple of days ago). The only evidence of any deception was the boiling flannel that she had pressed up against her forehead, but she was ready to throw that out of sight the second she heard him entering. She had even staged the sweat patches on her t-shirt; still tainted with her blood from where she had pressed it against her wound. She had deliberately kept the dirty one on as she needed him to be as disgusted by her as possible. And, aside from crying, the one thing he hated the most was dirtiness, uncleanliness.

Adira looked down at her leg and at her handiwork. She had used the makeup that she had asked for a couple of weeks in advance to try and make her wound look as infected and repulsive as possible. The bruising looked pretty convincing, of course the natural bruising helped. Adira just feared it didn't look 'infected' enough to warrant the hospital trip that she was aiming for. 

See, her plan was truly laughable. But it was the only thing she had left. 

All she could hope for now was that his day job wasn't a doctor or some other kind of medical professional. 

Adira startled as she heard the familiar mechanical clicking as he typed in the combination to the door. She had just managed to squeeze every last drop of boiling water from the flannel onto her body, her mattress and her head and successfully hide the evidence as his key turned in the lock. 

She curled up in a ball facing away from the door, her hand gripping her thigh. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, she was sure that if you looked closely enough you would be able to see the outline of the organ humming in her small body. She heard the door open and close, clicking shut. 

"What are you doing?" He asked harshly. She was out of routine. "You know you're supposed to stand and wait for me. Get up." He kicked the edge of the mattress when he received no response. "I said get up!" He said louder now, his impatience growing more evident in his voice. They always stuck to a schedule. 

Adira slowly turned to face him. She hoped the intense fear she felt had turned her a convincing enough shade of white. Her hair stuck to her forehead and she could still feel drips of water slip pathetically down her cheeks like teardrops. 

"The hell..." He mused aloud. He put the usual brown paper bag on the table, along with his phone. He walked around her mattress and knelt down by her side, his hand touching her forehead. Adira shivered at his touch, thankfully adding to the pretence of her fever. "You're burning up. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. She didn't want to lay it on too thick. "No. It's my leg. It hurts." 

He lifted her shirt up to reveal her wound. She saw him grimace slightly, she fought the urge to smile.  

"Shit." He stood up, "I'll bring you some painkillers tomorrow. Just - uh, just rest tonight." He seemed extremely keen to get away from her and her wound.

She sat up quickly. "What!" She cursed silently at her outburst, "Tomorrow?" She continued quietly, "What if I get worse during the night? It's infected! Look! I need more than painkillers, I need a doctor!" She rushed, once again, her fear working in her favour as her voice began to catch in her throat and tears sting her eyes. 

"Absolutely fucking not." He answered firmly. She even swore she could hear a slight chuckle in his voice.

Adira's throat tightened as she felt the window of opportunity closing quickly. "Please! I - I won't say a word. He doesn't even have to come in here, you - you can just pretend I-I'm your daughter again. Please!" Adira pleaded. She knew she was begging too much, he was going to grow suspicious of her persistence if she didn't pull back a little.

"And where would he see you if not in here, hm?" He laughed cruelly. Shit. She hadn't thought of that. He knelt down to her level in front of the mattress. "Adira." She swallowed, 'He knows. He knows'. "I will bring you some painkillers tomorrow. Until then, drink plenty of water and try and have a cold shower. Oh and just so you know, I will be handing you the appropriate dose of painkillers. We wouldn't want you to do anything stupid now, would we?"

"So you won't give me a pack of painkillers incase I off myself but you're happy to leave me alone all night as my leg just slowly gets worse?" She snapped before she could stop herself. She was desperate, and she knew he sensed that - he liked it. 

"Well if it's getting worse slowly then we have time don't we." He said simply. She was crying freely now, mostly out of frustration. She knew her plan wasn't going to work but the reality was still painful. He sighed, picked up his phone off the table and headed for the door. "I'll come in tomorrow morning, okay? Bring you a couple then and then if you need anymore tomorrow evening I'll bring some more. Just keep it clean for God's sake." He finished harshly, Adira couldn't help but find his disgust at her 'uncleanliness' humourous. 

She nodded. It was the best she was going to get. She would just have to try and convince him in the morning. 

"Get some sleep, Adira." He slammed the door behind him, locking it securely. 

Adira waited the few seconds before he was out of earshot before she began screaming. Her fists pounded against her mattress and her voice scratched as it released itself from her throat in an animalistic scream. Tears of frustration gushed out her eyes like blood from a wound. 

She screamed and cried and cursed until just a hoarse screech came out. She lay back on her mattress, exhausted. 

She felt her eyes close involuntarily as her final hope of freedom faded with the incoming darkness.