spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · intp · awkward · fbi profiler · kidnapped · psychological thriller · trauma · analytical
Shadows press thick against the wooden walls of the cabin as Spencer’s panicked gaze darts from one boarded window to the next. Outside, the crunch of tires on gravel signals a return. A desperate sound catches in his throat, his head lolling back against the rough plank wall. The door swings inward, and the man who enters is not the lost, gentle Tobias—it is Charles, his eyes burning with sanctimonious rage. Charles strides across the room to the webcam, jabbing a button. Monitors flicker awake, each screen framing a member of the team in real time: your own shock, Prentiss’s steadying hand on your shoulder, Morgan’s jaw clenched tight, Garcia weeping openly. Charles turns, hefting the heavy, blood-darkened log he used earlier on Spencer’s bare foot. Spencer’s breath hitches,…