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small deleted bit of the ending:

Somehow Peter’s still smiling. 

With every collision of Spencer’s fist into his face his smile grows bloodier and wider as the skin of his cheeks rips against his cheeks. 

Until he’s hardly anything more than a lump of bloody flesh.

“You gave the performance of a lifetime.” His mouth is full of blood as he manages to gurgle the words out. And you watch, satisfied, as the life drains out of his eyes.

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deleted ch 4 scene :

“Do you think that I’m insatiable?” 

“Sometimes, you’re insatiable when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge.” 

“He said I’m insatiable but I just don’t think that’s true. The definition of insatiable would mean that he’s implying that I’m never satisfied, but I’m more than satisfied right now.” 

“Why does it matter what he says? He’s batshit.” 

“I’m just trying to get into his head, what is the plan here, the collars, he wants us to follow our ‘base instincts.’ It’s almost like he’s trying to program us into living like this.”

“Like what?” 

“Like this. Here in this room, where our lives are just each other. With these collars he doesn’t even have to talk to us anymore, he can just shock one of us and we’ll rip into each other without a second thought. If he does that often enough eventually he won’t need to shock us at all, we’ll just do it until it’s the only thing we know how to do.”

“How long would something like that take? Especially if we’re aware of it?” 

“I don’t know.” That’s not something you hear him say everyday. “There aren’t any studies done on anything like this because there’s no way to ethically test it. And of course there’s no reason to test it.”

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deleted bit from the ending :

At the hospital someone tells him they need to check him over. When he refuses and they try to lead him out of the room they end up being slammed into the wall. Hotch spends a long time convincing them that they don’t need to take him to the psychiatric ward. Then he spends an even longer time convincing Spencer to get his vitals taken. It isn’t until they drag another bed into your room that he finally sits.

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original opening scene of ch. 4 :

“I am just not a fan of lovey dovey scenes.”

He says it like you're doing it for him. 

“You know, Doctor, I have grown to be so fond of you, I mean that sincerely. I knew you would be a fantastic supporting cast for my angel but you have stepped into the spotlight so admirably.” 

“I haven’t had much of a choice.” It’s really impressive how calm and collected Spencer manages to be when talking to this guy. 

“You think me a villain Dr. Reid but I have given you everything you have ever wanted.”

Neither one of you has a comeback for that. 

“That is of course besides the point, I will not keep you waiting as I am sure you are excited to start. I have a present for you, both of you.” With the creak of the red door you feel the dread pooling in your stomach once more. Nothing good is ever behind this door. 

You stay sitting on the blankets as Spencer heads over, returning with a little black gift bag, it’s surprisingly heavy when he hands it to you. Your captor stays silent as you dump the contents out in front of you both. 

You recognize the items immediately. 

Two shock collars, and two padlocks. 

There aren’t any keys. 

“I have modified them myself to suit our needs.”

“You don’t typically insert yourself into the scenes, you avoid speaking during them when you can, why start now?” Of course Spencer’s still building a profile, he can’t help himself.

“You are, as always, correct. But you two are tricky little things, you spend too much time figuring out what you are going to do. I would like to see where your base instincts take you. I want to see you tear into each other.”

“And if we do this you give us the keys?”

“If you do this you do not get shocked. I should not have to tell you what happens if you refuse to put them on, you know my rules by now.” You both do. While it’s hesitant you do put the collars on, on with his initials and one with yours. You help each other click the locks into place. And just like that, your situation continues to get worse. 

The metal prongs poke at your neck in an unpleasant way and you’re immediately on edge. 

“So perfect and pretty, like a pretty little puppy.” He probably isn’t talking to Spencer. “There is no reason to wait any longer, I want you to show me something raw and ravenous. I know that you are insatiable Dr. Reid, show me.” With a click you both stare at each other. 

“Seems relatively simple, he wants us to have sex.” He’s the first to speak, you’re busy tilting your head in an attempt to relieve the pressure of the prongs. “The escalation pattern just isn’t making sense to me, from yesterday's demand to this it’s-” He stops abruptly as your spine stiffens. The jolt you receive is definitely more than any standard dog collar would deliver, you definitely know what he meant by ‘modified.’ Your body goes rigid as you stiffen up, your jaw locking as you groan. 

You gasp for air when the shock relents, slumping forward against Spencer, he’s quick to catch you. 

That’s a lot stronger than you expected.

“Are you okay?” There’s an edge of panic to his voice as he inspects your collar, you know he’s trying to figure out what he did to it. “It looks like he’s bypassed any of the limiters and installed a more powerful battery, he’s used the casing of a traditional shock collar but he’s reconstructed everything else.” He mumbles as he rubs your back, trying to soothe you as you try to catch your breath. 

The second shock hits before you’ve recovered from the first shock, just as Spencer finished his observation. You feel it in your bones, running a current through your body as you spasm in his arms. 

You swear your heart skips a beat just before it stops. 

“Do something.” You manage to get the words out between gasps as you crawl into his lap, straddling him as you smash your lips against his. 

It feels more natural every time you kiss him.

Like you’re meant to just do this forever. 

“We need to do exactly as he said.” You mumble against his lips as you slide your fingers under the hem of his shirt. “Nothing lovey dovey, tear into each other, raw and ravenous.” You stop for a moment, trying to think of the best way to do that when you hear the buzzing from his collar. Spencer goes stiff beneath you, his fingers flexing as they dig into your flesh. His groan is low and drawn out as you watch the veins of his neck strain against the thin skin of his throat. He’s left with a crackling red welt, and you’re sure you’ve got one to match. 

You both get the message loud and clear, no more talking. Base instincts. 

Your base instinct right now is to not get shocked again and cause permanent damage to your neck or god forbid your heart. Thankfully Spencer’s avoiding the same thing you are now, tucking his face into your neck he kisses the edge of the collar, gently. You grab his hair, holding him there.