Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Criminal Minds. I am not worthy.

NOTE: Josh is an evil bastard. Unless you are prepared for sadist-like things I suggest you stop reading now. It only gets worse!

Breathing heavily he strained his eyes in the darkness hoping and praying he'd see light. The trunk had little to no air and the thought of suffocating wasn't helping to keep his mind at ease. He'd always heard to survive these situations you needed to keep calm, you needed to not panic but all hopes of going through with this plan were quickly vanishing the longer he spent in this small compartment. It seemed like forever before the car stopped and as it did it left him feeling dizzy though he figured that had more to do with the length of time he had spent cramped with no air than the actual movement of the vehicle coming to a halt.

He was blinded by the light as the trunk popped open and therefore couldn't see the individual who owned the rough hands that took place under his knees and arms. The individual whose strong arms were now carrying him. Shutting his eyes to keep the sun from it's assault he heard something heavy being pulled open. He heard the footsteps as they crunched on something beneath them and felt himself being lowered onto a hard surface. Squinting his eyes, slowly trying to pry them open he caught sight of the man just as he snapped a metal cuff connected to a chain on his ankle.

Instantly he kicked his trapped ankle in an illogical attempt to get the thing off. Panic began to arise and he brought his hands to the strap trying to pull and claw it off of him. He heard a dark laugh and looked up into the man's eyes.

"That's not gonna work, Spencer. Now be a good boy and go to sleep until I get back." smiling at the youth he reached out to touch his cheek causing the boy to flinch. Josh groaned, as much as he loved the process of teaching the boys how to act right he hated the initial rejection. Clenching his teeth he let it go and walked out of the barn locking the heavy doors behind him.

Once alone, Spencer had the opportunity to survey his surroundings. So he was in a barn, that much was clear. Scattered hay was laying across the floor and throughout the shed were stacks of the straw in large squares. The only object in the spacious area was the wooden table he was sitting on. Sliding off the table he looked down and noted the chain link was connected to a built in hook on the wall. Knowing it was probably very well secured didn't stop him from making his way over to it and testing it's strength. Sighing in defeat at it's lack of budging he sat down on the straw and gave the cuff another go.

After a few moments he started to get frustrated. Pulling himself up he took another look around and an idea hit him. His pockets. Why he didn't think to check them earlier he didn't know. Feeling a bit hopeful now he reached into his pockets and found that they were empty. Disappointment struck him hard and he kicked at the scattered straw. He wondered if anyone knew he was even missing. Would his mother be lucid enough to worry enough to check up on him? Probably not.

Another thought crossed his mind and the stolen hope came back. Ethan. Ethan would check up on him and Ethan would worry enough to investigate. At least he hoped he would. The kid did have a tendency to care very little about things others would find to be serious. He was just that kind of person. He was pretty lax about life in general. Spencer's renewed hope faded the more his mind described to him exactly what kind of person his friend was. It took everything in him not to cry in that moment of realization, that realization that told him no one was coming, that he was on his own.

Looking down at the floor he spotted something he hadn't seen before. Kneeling down he started pushing the straw away and saw the red stains. Suddenly that strength he had earlier to hold back his tears weakened and he let them fall.

It wasn't until five hours later that the barn doors were pushed open. Spencer wasn't aware of the time and had long ago situated himself to be sitting against the wall near the table. He didn't want to fall asleep unprotected and he figured with his back to the wall he'd at least know the attacker couldn't catch him off-guard if he were to succumb to slumber. He wasn't very tired, this whole situation had him pretty alert but he was worried the dizziness that had caught him earlier would make a comeback.

Staring at the man as he entered and closed the doors behind him, Spencer stiffened. He didn't know what this guy wanted or what he was capable of and he really didn't want to find out either.

Josh walked over to his boy and knelt down in front of him. Looking up at the table and then back at Spencer he grinned. "What? You don't like your bed?".

Spencer didn't answer. He tried to remain as still as possible in fear that any movement might provoke the man. He figured not answering him might cause him to get upset as well but he thought it was worse to speak and end up saying the wrong thing than to say nothing at all.

"You're so quiet here. Usually you ramble on and on about things yet you haven't said one word to me. Why is that, Spencer? Don't tell me you don't like me.." Josh smirked and studied the boy for a reaction.

Dropping his head to look at the floor, Spencer's mind raced. It wasn't so much the fact that he knew Spencer rambled that bothered him. It was more of the consistent use of his name. He knew he didn't know this guy so how exactly did this guy know him?

"I thought you were supposed to be a genius"

Lifting his head up in confusion he looked at the man in front of him. That statement confirmed the guy knew enough about him but what he was really interested in was the implication of the words.

"I told you to do something and you disobeyed me" Josh explained as he narrowed his eyes.

Spencer's mouth fell open slightly. Thinking back to his first moments in the barn he tried to remember if this guy had in fact told him to do something that he hadn't. Remembering the man's words Spencer tilted his head "You told me to sleep".

Josh nodded his head. Had he not been so angry about the disobedience he might have relished in the fact that he finally got the kid to speak but right now he couldn't process anything other than the fact that the kid outright defied him. "Get up".

Spencer furrowed his brows and watched as the man stood up. Slowly he pulled himself up to do the same.

As he watched Josh unbuckle his belt, Panic set in once again and he began to stutter "W-What are you doing? What are you gonna do?". He looked on with wide eyes as the belt was slid from the pants and doubled.

"Turn around"

The boy pushed himself further against the wall "What?".

"I'm not gonna repeat myself, Spencer" Josh glared at the scared boy.

"No" Spencer shook his head, his voice coming out in a low whisper.

Grunting, Josh grabbed the boy's arm and dragged the struggling teen closer to the table where he tossed him on unceremoniously, his stomach resting on the edge. "Place your hands flat on the table, Spencer".

Tears forming in his eyes, Spencer shook his head.

"Fucking put your hands flat on the table or so help me God I will skip this and FUCK you into behaving right"

Spencer whimpered at the threat and felt the tears that were stinging his eyes, fall. Reluctantly he placed his hands flat on the table and pushed himself up a bit so that he was leaning more so than laying on the wooden surface.

"Good boy. Now spread your legs a bit." Josh ordered.

As he cried soundly, Spencer did as he was told.

"I don't like all this defiance, Spencer. Your dad leaving really did a number on you. It's obvious no one in your life ever took the time to straighten you out."

Keeping his head down, he sniffled at the words. He didn't know how this guy could know so much about him yet know nothing at the same time. He wasn't a bad kid he didn't need to be straightened out.

"I'm going to teach you that listening to me isn't an option. It's something you do. No questions no hesitations. Do you get that?"

Spencer softly nodded.

"No. You don't. But you will."

Josh swung the leather belt hard against the boy's backside and heard the kid wince. Landing several more strikes he was rewarded with the boy's sobs. "Don't you EVER disobey me again. Do you understand me?" he struck with more force this time emphasizing his words.

"Y-Yes" Spencer cried out between his sobbing. It took all his strength to keep his hands flat, the urge to close them and claw at the table was overwhelming.

With a final punishing swing Josh stopped the abuse. "Pull your pants down".

At the words the boy's bawling became louder.

Josh smirked and let out a laugh under his breath. All he wanted to do was the check the damage, he had already punished the boy. As appealing as the kid's fear was he was getting annoyed at the lack of cooperation. Sighing in his annoyance he reached around the youth and undid his pants before yanking them down. Satisfied with the welts forming he pulled the boy's pants back up and looped his belt back onto his own pants.

When Spencer had felt the man undo his pants he held his breath. When his pants were pulled down he wanted to die. When he felt his pants being pulled back up he was confused. Sniffling he waited for further instructions, afraid to move in fear of getting a repeat performance.

"Now I want you to stay here and think about what you were punished for. When I come back you're gonna make it up to me for being a bad boy."

Josh grinned and left the barn, closing the doors behind him.

Spencer silently cried to himself for a few minutes before pulling himself together and pushing himself off the table to stand up straight. Looking down at his pants he quickly zipped and buttoned them back up. Swallowing a lump in his throat he attempted to walk back to the wall he had been sitting at and found it hard to move as the stinging sensation hit his bottom. Ceasing his movements he dropped to his knees and cried.