You didn't even know what you did to deserve this. Because you sure had must've done something to deserve this. right?!??

When reports of children and teens between 10 and 16 years old going missing in your town, only to be found burnt to barely recognisable corpses, you thought you would be safe, that you were careful enough. But the devil had disguised itself as the kindest of angels, so when a 'dad' approached you asking you how to download an app that his daughter wanted, you tried to help, only to be roughly grabbed and pulled into an alley before getting thrown into his trailer.

You spent five torturous days locked inside his caravan, drifting in and off consciousness as he used your body as a canvas to his pyromaniac tendencies. Your neck had a pretty nasty scorch and your arms were covered in little, yet painful, burns. He was driving to an abandoned building to set on fire with you inside, because he was a psycho. On the fifth day you managed to snatch his phone while he was distracted and dialed the emergency number, begging for help and blabbering for someone to come save you.

Seven hours and a few more burns later, the police cars managed to surround the caravan and get the psychothic pyromaniac out of the driving sear of the trailer. However, you stayed put —still as a rock— in the back of it, from outside you heard the gentle voice of a FBI agent calling for you and asking you to come out, but you didn't move a muscle.

"kid, I'm coming in" you heard the same voice from outside. Before you heard the sound of the door to the trailer being opened. A tall, brunette, man wearing the FBI entered the vehicle and looked around, making a sorry sound when his eyes fell on you. He walked over to you very slowly, his hands up in a signal of peace, before he croached down still keeping his distance. "I'm Spencer Reid, from the FBI, see?" he introduced himself as he tapped to the acronym on his vest with his index finger. "you talked with me on the phone, remember?" he smiled softly.