The girl was stringed up by nails like a peace of meat,they dug into her hands and arms and feet, the fles around them swelling. Her body was covered in blood and her hair was stained with it, her eyes looked to the ground as she clenched her teeth feeling the knife slide under her cheeks skin and rip it apart, she screamed so loudly that her torturer laughed with glee.
''STOP, STOP STOP! Please!'' Her cracked voice yelled out as her eyes found his cunning smile, it was so twisted. She could never see herself becoming one of those things, she couldn't believe she had ever even placed her lips on one of them. Her eyes snapped up as she heard footsteps coming her way, a demon dressed in a grey suit watched her carefully, her torturer turned to the demon who smirked cunningly.
''Clean her up, Crowley want's her. Leave the gash on her cheek, looks kind of like a brand.'' The demons gruff voice spoke, trailing his eyes down her body eagerly before turning and walking away. Her whole body quivered as the nails were removed, she felt so sick. So sick of it all, she glanced at the torturers face who smiled wickedly.
''Time to meet your new Daddy''.
''Boss, here's the little one'' A gruff sounding demon said with his meatsuit's hand gripping the small woman's wrist tightly, a long gash was withered into her cheek as she looked up to see a man dressed in a dark suit examining her. Her eyes were the colour of the ocean, her small lips were held in a pout and her long silver blonde hair fell over her face. Crowley waved the demon off with a flick of his hand and the demon obeyed walking out to greet another demon dressed in a buisness man's meatsuit who looked at the woman as if she were meat he was about to devour.
''The things i could do to her..'' He murmered with a smirk, blinking as Crowley waved the door shut with a slam. He stood behind his desk pouring himself a glass of Craig, rolling his eyes at the stupid demons.
''Iris, isn't it, interesting name.'' Crowley said peering at the girl who had stood up by now staring at him curiously, she folded her arms across her chest raising an eyebrow.
''Yeah well, Crowley isn't exactly normal either...'' She said, her voice was soft despite the fact she was angry and hurt, the gash on her cheek was gushing out blood yet she didn't seem to notice. Crowley raised his eyebrows at her attitude, most people would be cowering in fear in front of him.
''You do know where I am on the food chain, right?'' Crowley asked raising his eyebrows at her, when they said ''little one'' they weren't joking around. Her body was almost emaciated, and it wasn't because of torture, her body had already been like it, she looked like she could blow away in the wind in any second. Her eyes snapped to his.
''Satan junior, why did you bring me here?''She questioned, looking at him carefully as he skulled another drink down. His smirk lifted a little, like he was satisfied with something.
''Ah Ducky, and how, pray tell me, is it you know the nickname one of my most hated Adam's Family brother's gave me?'' He asked setting down the glass, he favoured his meatsuit, some editor. He rather liked it actually, it suited his tailor's suits perfectly. Iris felt her heart almost stop, a feeling in her chest made her almost keel over, she bit her lips to prevent more tears from falling. She decided to act like she had no idea, she didn't want to get Dean, Sammy or herself in any more trouble than she already had.
''I don't know what you're talking about, your Demons outside go on and on about you. Maybe it's them calling you names.'' She said all to easily, she never was a good liar despite being a short-time hunter. Iris tucked her hair behind her ears, Crowley smirked a bit again, she had sort of elf like features when she did that, her slim frame only added to it.
''You're really not pulling off a dumb blonde act, believe me. It's come to my attention that you were the best of friends with little old Dean. Probably the Moose too. Maybe even the stupid Angel. You obviously know a bit about them, and i could really use someone i can count on to trust. So, deal or Hell forever and ever, i could even throw in a part time torture session with little old me if you decline.'' The calm expression on her face faultered as she thought about more torture, more days being strung up with every sharp object known to mankind, and even worse. Satan junior as her torturer.
She felt sick to her stomach.
The last thing she wanted was to cross the people that saved her, the guy she had been in love with, or his brother or the innocent Angel. She couldn't handle going back to the rack though, there was no way in Hell. Guilt overwhelmed her body as she spoke again.
''You've got a deal.'' SHe sighed, closing her eyes at the thought. ''Pucker up buttercup'' She suddenly felt his lips over hers, causing her too be startled. Iris didn't return the kiss, already disgusted by herself. Once he stepped away chuckling to himself she asked, ''Was that really necasary?''
''Nah, just felt like it'' Crowley shrugged sheepishly, downing another drink all to himself sitting back into his chair behind his desk smirk triumphantly as he looked at his new weapon.
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