Title: Cupcakes
Author: Fenikkusu Ai
Rating: T
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Crowley and Meg
Words: 150
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: "Hot iron? I also have several lovely icepicks," he offered as if they were cupcakes at a tea party. "Ladies' choice."
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Crowley was intensely gratified to see Meg properly terrified for once. The whites of her eyes were exposed as she lay bound; prettily laced in chains. Everybody liked him, and if they didn't, they better had the damned good sense to pretend. He was the new boss after all, and she was but a sad woman that pined for a world that no longer existed. Nontheless, he would assist in her...reeducation in how things worked around here now.
She shivered as she beheld the fireplace poker.
"Hot iron? I also have several lovely icepicks," he offered as if they were cupcakes at a tea party. "Ladies' choice."
By the time he was done with her, he would make her arrival in hell look like a picnic.
Of course, there were several other treats several lurking in the darkness.
Oh, yes. This was a fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon.