Dean POV
Prolouge
My heart was racing. I wished and begged to not feel any of it. To not feel the pain. Screams were being echoed through the cave...the dark red coal cave. My flesh was burning. My back arched and I felt a whip slap acrossed my skin. I then realized, the screams were mine. I was screaming and no one could hear me.
"Help me!" I screamed...not to anyone in purticular. Just anyone..I needed help. Claws were digging into my chest and carving down my abdomen. My eyes would be pouring tears from the pain and smoke from the fire, but I was empty, physically and emotionally. I was an empty soul. Tortured, and bled dry. But somehow, they could keep me on this rack...Keep me suffering and screaming.
I kept calling, "Sammy!" "Help me Sam!"
But I was alone...
I needed him...
And that son of a bitch killed me.