A/N: Okay here's the lowdown. Kick ass tortrue involved. The story is being co-written by me(TofuPixie) and my friend(Samm Eugene). We mostly take turns writting chapters, but sometimes we don't. Make sure to check the A/N to see who's chapter it is.

All my love,

Noelani

Chapter One-Snapped

Her breath came in a terrified staccato, her heartbeat a drum of fear. When she opened her eyes it took her a moment to remember where she was. Not that she knew exactly where she was. The small dark space could barely be called a room. It was cramped and smelled of damp earth. The only lighting was a small sconce on one of the walls and a small fire barely burning just out of her view. She herself wasn't in much better shape; Naked and strapped to a table. She shivered in the cold. Her thin body was laced with cuts and bruises, her pale skin marbled with small rivers of dried blood. One week she had been there, give or take a few days. One week with the bare minimum of food and water, just enough to keep her alive. One week in hell. One week without any true human contact. Sure, there was him, but he could never qualify as human. Maybe once, but he did no longer. He was a monster, a captor, and a torturer. He took pleasure in her pain and in finding new ways to cause it. He used to be sane, maybe, used to be human but something had snapped. Something happened that caused him to lose all control. Something caused him to become a monster. What could drive a man to such extremes? It was all too much. The knife, being injected with hallucinogens, electrocution, whips, rape, and the list goes on. She felt like she was losing her mind. Sometimes it doesn't take too much to break a person. She's strong, the question is how strong? She had been there long enough to learn the rules, and they were simple; screaming achieves nothing, and begging pisses him off. She knew she had to keep fighting, so she fought for him. She fought because she knew he would be looking, the man with the green eyes. The man with brown hair and a friendly smile. The man with a tender embrace and a passionate kiss. She still remembered the last thing she said to him…

-Flashback-

They were walking hand and hand through the meadow, the late afternoon sun streaming through the trees setting the whole clearing aglow. It was perfect a memory to keep forever. The sunlight caught his hair causing it to shimmer a prismatic bronze. They talked awhile of times gone by and people long gone. They talked about the past, the present, and the future. Hand in hand they walked through the meadow, smiling in the silence. This was how love was supposed to feel, safe and comfortable. For her, love was home, and he was her shelter. She brought their entwined hands up to her lips, kissing his and saying, "I love the way my hand fits in yours, it makes me feel protected and loved." His smiled widened as he pulled her in for a light kiss on the lips. "And I the way yours fits in mine, it makes me feel complete." They continued walking for awhile before finding a place to sit and look at the clouds. After a short time he snuck his hands over and began to tickle her. She laughed uncontrollably, playfully batting his hands away before jumping up and running off shouting, "You can't catch me! I'm the gingerbread man!" He paused to admire her, the way her wheaten hair flew through the air gilded golden in the sun. The perfect curve of her full lips, the rosy glow of her cheeks. He still had trouble believing such a magnificent creature was his.

"Oh I'm gonna get you little girl!" He called out through his laughter. All of a sudden a man stepped out of the lengthening shadows. Silently he crept towards the woman, a wooden bat gripped tightly in his hands. Now it was a battle between her lover and the stranger, who would reach her first?

"Lizzy!" cried the lover, "Look out!" Too late, she felt a sharp impact with her skull before the whole world fell away. Before her limp body had the chance to hit the ground he was there, face to face with her attacker. The bat was swung, he dodged it. He pulled back his arm and let it fly, making contact with the man's jaw. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled grabbing his face. In the process the bat fell to the ground. The lover took a step back before launching himself at the man, pinning him to the ground. Many blows were exchanged, but in the end the attacker was able to grab the bat and disable him with a glancing blow to the head, leaving him disorientated but conscience. While he was attempting to rise, the mysterious man had vanished, taking with him the beautiful goddess leaving her lover alone and in a panic.

-End Flashback-

The sound of the door pulled her from her reverie. He was back. He looked at her with cold steel eyes, the laugh lines etched into his skin showed no hint of laughter now. That one reminder of his humanity seemed to mock her, could he make her like him?

"Well my dear, what should we do today?" he asked her in a mildly seductive tone.

"Fuck you Winchester!" She spat as strongly as she could muster.

"Not now sweetheart, I'm saving that for later." She strained against the restraints causing several wounds to open, she hissed in pain. "Ah ah ah. None of that now, you'll hurt yourself." He cooed gently. "Besides how am I supposed to give you this water when you're thrashing around like a half-dead fish?"

"Water?" she croaked.

"Yes water. Care for a shower?" he asked pouring the freezing water over her shivering frame, soaking her to the bone. "Enjoying yourself dear? I know I am. You're the highlight of my day." He was a sick man, everyday without fail he came to cause her pain. He would push her to the brink, but never let her fall. "So now, what should we do today?"

"Sleep?" She replied her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Now now behave little girl, you know there's always consequences."

"Do what you want bastard, they're looking for me right now. And when they find me, find us…well let's just say I'm not sure you'll make it through in one piece."

"Didn't I tell you to behave!" he roared grabbing an iron rod from where it had been heating in the fire. "I don't like it when you talk to me like that! You will show me some respect! And as for your friends, they're happy that you're gone. If they were really looking for you, don't you think they would have found you by now? I mean, really! It's been ten days already, ten days and they've got nothing. Nothing! Do you realize what this means? It means you get to stay with me forever. You and me forever dearest, how does that sound? Paradise, that's how it sounds to me. We're meant to be together Lizzy. Did you forget about me? Did you forget that summer eleven years ago? That's how long it's been, eleven years. And the whole time spent craving your touch. They call me a womanizer Lizzy! They think I just go around chasing skirt! It's not like that! I've spent this whole time missing you, trying to fill the gap. I guarantee you that they will stop looking for you. Eventually they always do. And when that happens you might finally realize that I'm the only one who truly cares…" He forced her mouth open, holding the super-heated metal just above her lips. "This is what happens when children talk back." He said pressing the tip to her tongue. The air was alive with the sounds of sizzling burning flesh. A heavy scent invaded her nose. Had she had been able to scream, they probably would have heard her in China. She tried desperately to free herself, but it was no use, she was bound too tightly to the table. She instead tried to plead with the man through her eyes. The tears flowed freely now, she had no control. Her whole body was consumed with the pain he was creating. He removed the item from her mouth placing it back in the coals. "Enjoy that honey bear?.... Hmm, I forgot to tell you, you won't be able to answer my questions for the next couple of days. Sure you can scream, but you know how much good that'll do ya." He pulled a thick rubber tube and a hypodermic needle from his bag on the table. "Let the games begin." Making a tourniquet with the tube on her upper arm, he then lightly smacked the skin in the crease of her elbow sticking the needle in her now swollen vein. "Ketamine's a bitch, huh? " He asked smirking. "Well no matter, it makes things all the more fun for me." Again reaching in the bag he retrieved a menacing blade. Drawing it across her skin, she shivered at the feel of the cold metal against her skin. Virgin skin, pale and untouched by the angry red marks that covered a majority of her body. This time was different though; he pushed the knife deeper, cut harder, longer than he had before. He cut his loss and his longing into her skin. Goose fleshed thighs giving way to the pressure of the sharp blade, spilling forth the wine from her veins. All the while she screamed, tortured by the pain and the hallucinations. He went a little too far that night, vivid colors faded into darkness and she retreated into her mind.

She awoke to find herself covered in the shroud night. She longed for the fresh air and stars of home. She imagined she was back home lying on her back in the grass, staring first into his green eyes and then at the masses of stars in the beautiful blanket of sky, pinpricks of light in an elegant indigo quilt. A light breeze would rustle the trees leaves and he would pull her closer to him, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. That's where they would stay for hours, lying in each other's arms marveling at the beauty of the night sky.