Hell

Someone trying to get you to lose your soul is like nothing you could ever imagine.

There is so much pain and torture that your very essence could easily be ripped away, not by the torturer's knife or blade or fire, but by the ruthless way he does it. You face him every second of every day and you know he will make you like that, you know you will become him. You will grin at your work as you sit back and look at the body before you, how cut up and bruised and tainted it had become.

Knowing this is how you would be created once your soul is gone is sickening to think.

Kat knew she was fighting, but she was giving up hope more quicker than she would have put a bullet to her brain if her torturer had offered a gun, only to bring her back. How many years had it been? One, two, fifty? She had lost count.

Trying to remember how long you had been in Hell was like trying to remember a color you have never seen, when there is no day or night it becomes frustrating.

She could feel something inside of her that wasn't there before, it swarmed underneath her skin invisibly, and it was so dark, so cold and depressing. It was just like a nightmare that had seeped it's way into your bones, into your soul.

Her personal Hell was a bedroom, though it scared her every time she opened her eyes. Fire flickered on the edge of the wall paper turning it charcoal black as it crunched it up, curling as if it were a dry flower. The dolls and teddy bears in the room had their buttons pulled out and blood splattered onto them, whether the blood was hers or already there she didn't remember. The roof was dripping with black blood that always managed to get on her face.


She was tied to the wall with spiked handcuffs embedded into the walls which dug into her wrists and heels creating tiny droplets of blood that started to disturbingly look pretty to Kat.

''Ah, how's kitty kat doing today?''

Kat flinched back at the sudden velvety voice, it was him. Not her torturer, someone far far worse. There was so much power radiating off of him when the other demon's were in the room that it made her shiver. She tilted her head up looking at him through her blood soaked lashes and gave a fake, toothy smile.

''Just fine, how about you?''She asked sarcastically.

He had been visiting her for a while now and she'd grown to hate and fear him more with each passing second.

He held in his hand a drink of what looked like scotch and she eyed it thirstily, it looks so good to her dry mouth.

A chuckle slipped his mouth as he brought the drink to his lips giving her a small tilt of his head as he did so, he wore what he always did, an expensive black suit with black gloves and black shoes.

His meatsuit or body was relatively handsome, she supposed with his round eyes but she knew what was behind those eyes.

''Not too good darling, Hell's not running so easily these days.'' Crowley said walking to the edge of the bed looking at her pinned onto the wall he sighed rolling his eyes, almost in an unsatisfied look, with a flick of his wrist the handcuff became undone and she fell to the bed.

Her heart raced as she stood up on the floor looking at Crowley with fear, he hadn't tortured her, not yet. But maybe since she wasn't breaking he'd convinced her Torturer to let him do it. She backed away into the corner of the room gulping as he made no move to advance forward.

''You see Kat, a little birdie told me that you knew Adam Milligan, perhaps even John Winchester?'' Crowley asked setting his drink down.

Kat felt a pang of pain in her chest at their names, Adam had been like her brother and John...John was like a second father to her, the one she never had. Kat opened her mouth hesitantly to speak and sighed, she couldn't lie to one of them.

''Adam was my...brother, not really biologically but we both have the same mom. When I was little I used to be close with Adam for a little while, and John took us out to the parks and things...he was nice. Things obviously changed.''

Kat said looking around in Hell. She pursed her lips regretting how she'd gotten there.

''Yes well, things aren't out there either. I propose a deal between us, darling. Quite frankly, I'm intrigued as how you even got a deal without someone getting to Winchester from there, you seem smart enough. So, here's the deal I give you whatever's rest of your undying soul in there forever in exchange for your co operation in certain things involving the Winchester brother's along with some other Demons.''

Kat's eyes widened at his words. Winchester brothers? John had never mentioned any other sons, she was glad that he wasn't her real father or she might have vomited. She hated secrets.

Kat considered his words for a moment or two.

''No more torturing?'' She asked quietly, chewing her lip.

''Course not.'' Crowley said grinning. She sighed raking a hand through her blood matted hair.

''Than you have a deal. Anything to get out of here.'' Kat said rolling her eyes at the room, she glanced at Crowley who watched her with confusion for a moment before moving forward to seal the deal.