They took her.

Meg had just finished, cutting off the heads of some chompers when two of Crowley's goons showed up and threw her across the grass. She looked up at then , rather annoyed.

"The King will see you now." one said before knocking her out and taking her.

Her head throbbed a little ,but she shook it off. She lifted her head and saw that once again she was tied up on a torture table. She groaned and tried to look around the room, but her head was held in place by the chin strap.

"Shit!" she cursed. As she spoke she heard a familiar squeak from the corner.

"Hello?" she called. Someone started shuffling towards her, she tilted her head and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was.

"Well if it isn't' Kevin from advanced placement." she said sarcastically

"Oh God are you naked under those?" he asked.

"I feel naked. I'm not sure though you tell me."

Kevin swallowed nervously and began to hyperventilate.

"I thought that basement was a sex torture dungeon…but this, this is an actual sex torture dungeon!" he whimpered. Meg rolled her eyes and shook her arm.

"You see these." she said referring to the straps tying her down. Kevin nodded.

"okay undo them."

"But your naked."

"Undo them then turn around then!"

"Fine." he answered as he started to pull loose on one of the straps.

"Do you see my clothes anywhere?" she asked. Kevin looked around and shook his head.

"Well that's inconvenient."

"Truly is , isn't it ." replied a voice as the strap tightened itself again. Kevin stiffened.

"Crowley." Meg said annoyed. Crowley grinned and walked up to her.

"I told you I'd be bringing you home, whore." he replied. Meg snorted.

"We are going to have so much fun! No interruptions, the little Angel on your shoulder wont be coming to your rescue this time."

"What. Did. You. Do. you smarmy dick?" she asked menacingly.

"Me nothing." he responded. Then turned his attention to Kevin ,who was cowering in the corner.

"Ah Kevin! I have homework for you. Trust me it's far more interesting than what I'm about to do, but your… welcome to stay."

"What? I already did , my job I read the word Dick Roman is dead. What else do want."

Crowley tsked, "Kevin that rock is not the only word out there…okay so as soon as I have your assignment you can come and get it after class, but for now." he snapped his finger and two men appeared behind him.

"Meg!" Kevin shouted before disappearing. Crowley smiled , grabbed what seemed to look like torch and then gave his attention to Meg.

"Okay try not to squirm."

"Up yours." she spat.

Crowley chuckled then lit the torch and passed it on Meg's right foot first making his way up to her knee. Meg screamed and tried to get loose, but it was useless. Crowley stopped and grabbed her face.

"I said NOT TO SQUIRM!" he shouted, then looked down at her stomach.

"I knew you were pervert." Meg croaked. Crowley kept staring then gave her a grin.

"Well…it seems to me that the whore made her way into an Angel pants. Or should I say trench coat, it sound more poetic considering the Angel you screwed." he replied.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked.

" Did you roofy him or something, cause I know he was off his rocker, but I mean come on!"

"What the HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"

Crowley shook his head seeming rather disappointed yet amused, as he set the torch down.

"Congratulations whore. It seem you're not utterly useless to me anymore…It seems that… the nerd Angel knocked you up." he answered.