This is just a really short random thing that came to me and I wrote it down. Enjoy!
Dean was strapped to a chair. No matter how much he fought and wiggled he couldn't get free. Alastair stood beside him, smiling smugly.
"What's wrong Dean? You don't look very happy." He mocked. Then he snapped his fingers and a table appeared in front of Dean. He started to struggle more. Dean knew what was coming. The tempting aroma of Dean's favorite food started to waft to his nose.
"What kind of pie would you like today?" Alastair said. He waved his hand over the table and suddenly the table was covered with pies. Pies of all different flavors. Cherry, apple, peach, blueberry, banana cream, key lime, and more.
"How about some pumpkin pie?" Alastair waved a piece of pumpkin pie in front of Dean's face. Dean's mouth started to water.
"No."
"Pecan?"
"No."
"Rhubarb?"
"No."
"Custard pie?"
"NO! Stop it!" Dean yelled in agony. Alastair enjoyed watching Dean suffer.
"If you agree to torture others, I'll let you each whatever pie you want." Alastair offered. Every day it was the same. Dean was strapped to a chair. A table full of pie which he could not eat and a very empty stomach. And Alastair offering him whatever pie he wanted. And every day Dean's answer was the same.
"Go screw yourself." Dean said and spit at Alastair. Alastair sighed.
"Very well. I guess I'll just leave you here. With all these pies. A shame they'll have to go to waste…I'll see you tomorrow Dean." Alastair said as he disappeared, leaving only Dean and the table full of uneaten pie. That is, until tomorrow.
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