There is very few things that Crowley would make time to witness, but the moment a soul in hell turned was always special. To see the eyes flash black for the first time, that instance when the cry of pain turned into a shriek of pleasure, it was almost intoxicating. As King of Hell those moments always felt good as it's meant his army of demons had their ranks swollen that little bit more.

He stood Watching the crimson blood ooze from Charlotte's pale alabaster thigh, appeased his twisted soul more than usual. Probably as she was one of his first deals he made all those years ago. He'd taken an interest in her progress once she'd arrived in hell, but he really wanted to be there for her dark awakening.
Brushing her dark hair away from her shoulder, her emerald green eyes are watching him as her wrists fought against the restraints.

"Oh Darling, you know fighting me won't help"

He drew the silver blade slowly across her freshly exposed skin, smirking as she cried out in pain. Intensely watching the blood beading and dripping down her chest and arm.

"Mmm, you do look good like that!"
"Pervert!" She finally spat back at him.
He chuckled and growled
"oh sweetheart, you have no idea."

Standing back admiring his work, seeing her chained against the dark, dank wall in her black lace underwear pale skin, stained with her own blood, her wrists and ankles starting to bruise from where she'd been straining against the bonds binding her. Twisting the blade through fingers before resting the cool steel again his lips as he give careful consideration to his next move. Accidentally tasting her blood that the blade has left there, the metallic bitterness and her sweetness combined only spurred him on.
Lifting her chin with his hand so her face was inches from his, he began to run the cool steel of the blade across the top of her inner thigh. She took a sharp intake of breathe as the coolness of the blade touched her hot skin, his breathe against her neck caused her to involuntarily and almost inaudibly moan. It was subtle but he heard it and even sensed it, he raised an eyebrow, As she looked into his eyes she saw his devious smile.

"I think someone's starting to enjoy herself"

Charlotte regained her composure slightly, no way in hell was she going to let him know he was getting to her. But him being inches away from her with one of his devilish smiles plastered on his face was not helping her resolve one little bit. She'd held her own in hell for centuries now and she'll be damned if this smug bastard how ever handsome be the one to break her.

"Don't Flatter yourself" she seethed.

Crowley came to the realisation that he'd been going about this all the wrong way, Charlotte had given him however subtly the key to her damnation.
He could carve her up daily and she would never give in, but having to fight her dark depraved lusts for him and the same time would push anyone to breaking point. And either way she caved in would end for her the same way; her inner demons awaking. Just one way might be a little bit fun than the other.

"Oh Sweetheart I heard you" he whispered in her ear seductively.
His hand brushing against her hip just enough to make her shudder.
"It's seems there's a lot you've not been forward about over the years... A shame really as these sessions could have been a lot more fun for both of us"

Charlotte couldn't believe she'd been so stupid as to let her guard down for a split second around him. She'd battled internally for years about her ridiculously inappropriate attraction for the man who took pleasure in her torture, and condemned her soul to hell on that night at the crossroad. when she sealed the deal with a kiss those hundreds of years ago to save her Father, she would never have believed this would be the outcome.

Looking him in the eyes as he ran the cool steel blade across her abdomen she clenched her fists as she hissed at the pain. The blood seeped from her and ran over the lace of her underwear.
Crowley then shocked her by kissing her roughly as she was still suffering the sting from the blade at her stomach, biting her bottom lip as he pulled away. In that short moment and against her better judgement she'd moved her head towards him, at missing the taste of him, the blend of whiskey, cigars and sulphur that caused her to whimper at its removal from her.

He smirked and raised his eyebrow watching her reaction with a sense of devious pride. She was being to yield to him.

"That was such a beautiful sound coming from you, I wonder if I can make you do it again" he growled.

Taking a step closer to her so he was pressing against her, the heat radiating from her aroused him. He then slowly began kissing and teasing her neck with his tongue. He felt her shift against her restraints in her final attempts to resist him.
He smiled as he continued his slow assault on her neck with his mouth. Stopping and moving so he was facing her and keeping himself pressed against her.

"You know that you want to give yourself over to your king, so why are you fighting it" he seduced.
"Just give in my love"

"Please" She whimpered.

Chuckling as ran his hand to her throat "please what?"

Knowing she couldn't resist him anymore and not even sure she wanted to she spoke in a quiet and breathy voice
"Kiss me again"

As the words left her mouth, he flashed one of his devilish and delicious smiles. And teasingly began to kiss her lips at a tortuously slow pace, she whined as she pulled her bound wrists as she tried to touch him to pull him into her. He could smell her desperation and arousal beginning to seep from her pores.
He wanted her to beg him as he ghosted his teeth over her bottom lip and swiped across with his tongue. Her whimpers getting louder and her frustration got higher.

"Please Crowley" she whimpered into his mouth, her hips pushing and grinding into his.

Crowley Dropped the knife to the floor with a clatter and quickly moved one hand next to her head and the other grabbed at her arse pressing her to him. He finally deepen the kiss and began exploring her mouth with his tongue and wrestling it with her own.

Her whimpers became moans as she gave herself over to her passions. Then he felt it, the change was coming over her, he knew it.
She gasped as she pulled away and threw her head back against the wall.
He watched her with excited anticipation. Her eyes closed her head fell forward, he stepped back wanting to drink this moment in.
She lifted head back up and Her eyes flashed.

The moment shocked him and excited him and he finally knew why he'd been so drawn to her.
As he drunk in the pale, dark haired beauty that was chained to the wall covered in her own blood and her new demonic red eyes.

"Well, Hello Darling!"