You were kidnapped and tortured by an unsub, a man whom had you for three days. Three days of pain and mental torture. Chained to a metal pipe in a damp basement. Left to waste in your own filth.

You body still carried the marks and scars, permanent reminders of what he had done to you. The mere mention of his name had your skin shiver and your hairs stand up.

Your husband, Spence Reid, and you had been together for 4 years. Newly married with a decent home and plans of having a big family. Life was going perfectly, he was a profiler within the fbi’s behavioural analysis unit and you were a university professor.

But now, you felt broken. Everything felt as though life was frozen in time, you were damaged beyond fixing. What that man had done, could never be reversed. And a part of you … blamed Spencer.

It was a case he was working on, a proficient serial killer of women. One of the smartest unsubs they had been on the case for. He was killing all over the eastern states. His most recent kill being in West Virgina, until travelling to DC. Where you were his target.

Was it wrong? A part of you resented him. You didn’t let him touch you anymore, it stirred back every bad memory.