London Chapter

MOL

11 days later…

Sam's still tied up in the chair that he's been sitting since day one, when he wakes up. He can't feel his hands by the lack of blood circulation, and the bullet in his leg, that has not been treated the way it should , starts to show signs of infection again.

Sam open his eyes and blinks while he's getting used to the light in the room that he's in.

He doesn't know how much time he's been in that place, but it seems an eternity for him. His feet are all cut, his chest and back are full of angry bruises, that sometimes can't stop bleeding after the infinite hours of torture sessions.

- Good Morning Sam - says Antonia with a smile on her face - I thought that you might need water. With these summer days you must be dehydrated.

Sam remains silent as the woman walks towards him, placing the rim of the glass against his busted lower lip. He doesn't drink it, even if he's thirsty. He wants to die, because there's nothing in the world that's important for him now. Dean's dead, and Castiel is lost somewhere.

He prayed to Cass, but it seems like the angel couldn't hear him. Even if his friend won't be able to save him from his fate, he hopes that Castiel could be happy (maybe he's dead, but he doesn't want to believe that theory), living a life that he could enjoy. Sam knows that he will die, and every day wishes that everything could end, so the suffering and hope to be free, just to cry his brother alone would end too. A bullet to his head, or even be burned alive. He doesn't care the method, because he knows that his brother is waiting for him. Not in heaven or hell, but in the Empty. Sam felt curiosity of what "The Empty" meant or looked like when he met the new reaper, and now he was going to find out soon.

When he sleeps, dreams with Dean. His brother is smiling at him, and opens his arms saying "I missed you Little brother". Bobby's there too, smiling with "Bones", the dog that he named during his time in Flagstaff, right by his side moving its tail when he sees him.

- You know that not answering to your authority it's a disrespect - she proceeds to say, still wearing that smile of satisfaction, putting the glass away from his dry mouth - if you don't want water, you could just say "No".

- Go to hell - says Sam almost in a whisper, not looking at her - you're not my authority. You can do whatever you want with me, i don't care. You won't break me.

Antonia takes a Syringe with a weird substance inside it from a table in the room, and checks that everything is alright before she pushes Sam's head to a side almost effortless, inserting the needle through his hostage's neck.

He hisses in pain, but it can be hardly be heard by her. Being a Winchester means that you've got to be tough, and he'd be the man that John teached him to be. He needs to be strong even in a situation like this one.

Sam doesn't know which type of substance's been injected in his body, but the effects are not good. His limbs lose strenght, and he can barely breath properly, causing him to pass out after one or two hours if he doesn't before, during the torture. His body can't react the way it should, but he still feels pain. While his body is under those effects is when the beating and long torture sessions begin. Two well trained mens that don't seemed to be THAT strong come inside the room and strike his back, stomach and ribs ( few are already broken).

But it doesn't end there. The whip session is the worst one. They free the rope keeping Sam's legs tied to the chair, and also let go the chains that keep his hands behind his back. A rope supplants the chains and it's the only thing that keeps him from falling to the ground.

His eyes are barely opened when he sees them for the first time in the day, holding a knife and blowtorch in their hands.

- We've decided that we are going to use new toys Sammy - says the smaller man - we hope that you're okay with that.

- Don't call me Sammy - he says tired, now with his head resting on his chest.

- Oh. I'm sorry! - says the man - i didn't mean to call you... Sammy. So… shall we start?!

Sam tries to get ready for what's going to happen, but the unbearable new kind of pain inflicted by the instruments that are being used on him makes him scream, even if all that he wants is shut his mouth, no giving the mens any satisfaction.

- That's it! - says the taller man - i told you that trying new methods were going to make him scream. Now we have to make him cry.

- Sorry Sammy - says the man, while the blowtorch in his hands was making contact with his skin - Better get ready, because we've got a lot of time to play with you.

Sam keeps screaming, and after half an hour, he passes out. One of the mens turns off the light before leaving the room, letting him "rest" until their next meeting.