You were a serial killer. You would seduce your victims at a bar, bring them to any hotel nearby, tie them to the bed, tease them, and then murder them. Of course, you knew this wouldn't last long. The FBI was starting to catch on to you. They sent out one of their agents to catch you, Spencer Reid, but you just ended up seducing him hardcore. There Spencer was, tied to the bed posts with rope. He just stared at you with a flushed face and anxiously gulped before looking away. You smirked and sat on him, grazing your knife against his neck gently and he slightly shivered. Spencer seemed nervous and flustered. He seemed to have been enjoying it in a way. Of course, it was wrong because you were a serial killer, and because he thought he was straight, but he couldn't resist you. Your handsome features just made him weak in the knees.