Summary: Spencer's first love, Eleanor Quinn, was the only person in the world who treated him as a human being. In the summer of 1994, she vanished into thin air, only to be found 20 years later.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Eleanor Quinn
Chapter Warnings:this chapter has extremely dark themes! kidnapping, trafficking. Drugging.
A/n: thank you @cindyyberman for your help with this chapter ❤️
The kitchen tap was dripping again. The sound was fuzzy, echoing.
Maybe I left a dish underneath it? It did not matter; I'd fix it later; for that moment, I just wanted to bask in the opportunity to lay in bed for a bit longer.
I must have slept badly, my bed feeling so much more uncomfortable. I tried to shift my position, but my limbs were sluggish, my brain even slower.
It was cold; I'd probably kicked my blankets off in the night. Groaning quietly, I forced my eyes open. It took a few tries; my sleep-addled brain has difficulty communicating with my body.
Eventually, they opened and adjusted to my surroundings, and that's when the panic hit. I wasn't in my bedroom.
I lifted myself, my back cracking as I twisted around to look at my surroundings.
It was a concrete box, cracks through the roof and walls, with bars; I scrambled on my feet, running towards the metal bars.
"Urgh"
I flung back. My throat felt as if it had been crushed from the inside.
"What the hell."
my hands shakily wrapped around my neck; it was metal and felt extremely cold under my clammy hands.
I looked down. A dog collar?. I choked on a sob as I looked behind me.
A chain hung from the ceiling attached to a metal collar around my neck.
It finally hit me. I was an animal in a cage.
My eyes scurried at my surroundings, an old mattress and a bucket.
I collapsed on the ground in a fetal position. My arms cradled me. All I wanted was my mum to hold me and tell me everything will be fine.
"Brand new, a virgin."
I looked up to see two men in a rabbit mask standing over me. The other was a fox mask. The eye holes were empty, with no human behind them.
The one in the fox mask crouched in front of me; his wrinkly hand caressed my face.
"Get ready for your big movie debut. You're going to be famous."
At that moment, I knew everything was not going to be okay.
Wolfstar-raising-Harry au where Remus and Harry have nearly identical writing. Sirius receives letters from Hogwarts addressed to "daddy" and has no idea which one they're from until they sign off.
Body language is a form of communication conveyed in physical behaviours instead of words.
Spencer could read the Slumped bodies, fidgeting of pencils of the students in psychology 401 who would rather be anywhere than here listening to his speech on "the psychological development in serial killers."
No one was truly there; it was like he was speaking into a void filled with faceless bodies.
Since Spencer was way young, that's how it's always been. In situations with people expressing anger, sadness, fear, their faces would dissipate into nothing.
Maybe it was a sign he was just as sick as his mother.
As Spencer turned to face the class, he looked back at the faceless bodies except, for once, he could see a pair of eyes looking straight at him.
Spencer felt a chill go down his spine; for once, he didn't know what someone was feeling. No slouching, her shoulders not tense, no form of fidgeting, nothing. It was like her body was completely neutral.
Those eyes staring back at him were hypnotic.
It felt like we were the only people in the room; Spencer could see the words coming from his mouth directly into her ears. She was utterly consuming everything He was saying.
Spencer's grey, bleak world crumbled around me. A vast array of colours engulfed him.
It felt safe.
The colours breaking through provided Spencer comfort and warmth. Something he’s always craved
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