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The knife was playing again; it made a trail from the shoulder to the left hip bone. People were screaming all around the body. The knife stabbed in through the chest right next to the heart but not hitting anything important. There was no scream of agony, it's was just a body.

"This is so fuckin' boring, he doesn't scream." The knife stopped playing. Fists rained down on the body, but still no response. "He should be doing something!" Footsteps were heard as a man walked up to the abuser.

"You're not doing it right; you have to speak to him while you abuse him. He can take physical pain like there's no tomorrow but you hear those pretty sounds once you start talking to him." The man said.

"You seem to want to play with him. He's all yours Alastair, I'll take Winchester," the abuser slides over and starts running a knife across Dean's body. Dean whimpers he feels so weak and it hurts. They may heal his body so they can play the next day but they keep the pain their 24/7.

"Hey pretty boy, did you miss me? Are you gonna make pretty noises for me today?" Alastair leaned into the man "Answer me you bitch! You were a poor excuse for a king. You let all of those people died because you were so selfish."

The man whimpered as Alastair clawed into his chest while he talked. Dean looked over at the man, he had been there when Dean woke up and has been tortured everyday but doesn't react unless it's Alastair who's torturing him. Dean let out a scream of pain as the abuser started stabbing rusty nails into his body everywhere he could.

"That bitch you married didn't love you. She just wanted your power." Alastair cut off a finger. The man screamed in agony. "Your father was disappointed in you and you killed him. YOU murdered HIM! You became a poor excuse of a replacement king." A nail went through the man's skull and he let out a blood curling scream.

"Alastair, finish up or come back. You're needed in the battle room," A demon said. Dean's abuser was already walking away. Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he left; no more torture.

"I'll finish up with you later, pretty boy. I haven't gotten to what that fag thinks of you yet." Alastair smiles cruelly at the man and walks away. He was silent for a while but his lips were moving. Dean didn't want to push him but he wanted to know what he was saying. After a while Dean heard mumbling, it started to get louder and he finally heard what the man was saying.

"My name is Arthur Pendragon, I am the king of Camelot and the once and future king of Albion. I am married to Guinevere, we don't love each other. She loves Lancelot, he died to save me. I have a manservant named Merlin, he has magic. Magic is good not bad. My parents are dead, I never met my mother. Morgana is my half-sister; she wanted me dead so we killed her. I am a murderer. Mordred stabbed me; I killed him. Merlin loves me; I love Merlin. I can survive. I am not crazy. Alastair is a liar. I am King Arthur. My name is Arthur Pendragon; I am the king of Camelot…" The man now named Arthur repeated those lines over and over again until Dean could recite them too. How did Dean never hear this? Maybe Arthur did it when he was passed out from pain.

"Arthur, hey Arthur. I'm Dean Winchester. Hey man listen to me, you're going to be fine they won't hurt you anymore." Dean tried to stop the rant. Arthur looked over to him and when Dean looked into his eyes he found them empty. Dean didn't know eyes could look like that.

"My name is Arthur Pendragon. I have been tortured for centuries; I have yet to give up. Merlin depends on me. I can survive. I am not crazy. Winchester is a liar. I am losing will. I am a murderer. I don't want to kill anymore. I am repenting. Let me repent. I won't fail Merlin again. I am the once and future king. Magic is good not bad" Arthur sounded more desperate the more he talked but his eyes remained cold and empty of anything. Arthur looked broken and Dean didn't know what to do.

"My name is Arthur Pendragon. They want my heart and soul. I no longer have it. It is with my love. I am already dead, they can't hurt me. Merlin is safe." Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head rolled forward and just laid there. Dean felt a tear escape, he doesn't know what they put the king through but it must have been a lot for Arthur to repeat that information so he doesn't forget it. Dean hoped that he didn't become like that but he doesn't know what will happen and he might, so he starts making his list of valuable information.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I am a hunter. My mom died when I was 4, my dad died when I was 26. I love my brother Sam, I'm his guardian angel. Bobby is our father, he loves us. I am a murderer, I save people. I can survive." Dean repeated that in his head and memorized it by heart; he'll tell Arthur it when he wakes up again.

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Dean must've passed out because the next thing he feels is fists everywhere on him. Dean groans in pain and opens his eyes. His abuser is back and Alastair is standing in front of a whimpering Arthur. Dean can't feel his pain when he focuses on Arthur so that's what he does, he watches what Alastair does to him and hopes to be able to comfort Arthur later.

"Come on pretty boy, let me hear that scream." Alastair taunts as he grabs Arthur's hair and yanks it back to expose his neck. "Did that fag use to pull your head back? Do you want to feel pretty boy?" Alastair asked when Arthur moaned at the action, he kept silent though. Alastair runs the knife down his throat "answer me" Arthur remained silent. Alastair stabbed the knife through a small section of Arthur's throat "answer me bitch!" Arthur made a gurgling sound and his eyes rolled back again. Alastair didn't seem to care and continued wrecking Arthur's body while it convulsed every now n' then. Dean started to feel his pain again, knifes were stuck in his sides; rusty nails are in his hands. He started screaming at the pain. He may be a hunter but he never felt anything like this.

"You finally pay attention to me; I was starting to feel left out." A fist landed on his face, "I don't like being left out" A nail was hammered into his shoulder. "It makes me very angry." The abuser slapped him across the face and split his lip. Dean saw black spots. He looked over at Arthur and found Alastair still playing with the body.

"Stop it! Haven't you done enough to him! He's gone, passed out. What fucking pleasure do you get out of hitting a lifeless body?" Dean shouted at Alastair and his abuser stuck a rusty nail in his stomach "still here" it said in a sing-song voice while Dean whimpered at the pain but focused on Alastair.

"I get the pleasure of knowing he's my bitch. The great king is my bitch and he can't do anything about it. He will wake up will my mark on him and he will know. That fag he loves can't help him. He's all alone and he's a fuckup." Alastair laughs and continues with his work.

Dean continued to take his beating and every time he got hit in the face the black spots got larger and his screams got louder. Dean is almost at his limit half of his vision is gone. His abuser twists some of the nails already in him around and as he is screaming he starts to pass out. The last thing he sees is Alastair carving an 'A' into Arthur's chest and the cruel laughter of both demons as they continue to torture now lifeless like bodies.

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That's all folks! New chapter to come soon I just have to finish typing it up.

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Katnip2012