I don't own them, just play with them. I don't make any money off of them either. Just enjoy them.
This is dedicated to Mistress Mandy. One of her works inspired me and before I knew it, Voila!
A/N Very AU fic. Discovered something about myself. Didn't know this dark side was in me.
A/N This is not for the squeamish. Turn away now if you have a queasy stomach.
I am your Dean on the rack. You are my Ali.
You've torn my guts out til they slopped out down to the floor. You flayed my skin in one inch strips at a time.
You tore my eyeballs out with your bare hands and used them as Klackers. You laughed while I screamed in a 3 or 4 octave range til my vocal cords blew like a leaky gasket in my throat.
You drove a spike into my brainpan through my empty eye sockets and stirred my brains to mush. You hang me upside down by meat hooks over a slow flame so my brains can boil in my skull yet I never lose consciousness the whole time.
The skin you've flayed from my bloody body, you feed me on the tip of a knife. Taking care to prick my tongue and inner cheeks repeatedly if I eat my own flesh too slowly. The blood in my mouth helps to lubricate the morsels since you've already sliced out my salivary glands. My broken teeth shred the insides of my cheeks as I chew.
As the tissue is removed from my body and my bones are exposed, you scrape them with a larger duller instrument that I think has serrated teeth on it . I can no longer see what is to come next. I can still feel everything though. Will you start with breaking the long bones first? Or will you remove the smaller bones one at a time? Will you start with the bones in my hands or my feet?
As you take the bones of my fingers apart joint by joint, you laugh mockingly at me.
You mimic my screams, my begging is echoed back at me.
You have left me my ears so I can still hear what you whisper in my ear as you continue. You tell me how I've always been a failure. How I've always never been good enough. You drive home that no one has ever loved me like you do. How my Father was always favoring Sam over me. How no matter how hard I tried I always failed in his eyes. How I let him down many times. How Sam was so much more important to him than I was. How I would never measure up to being a man in my Father's eyes. How I'll never have an apple pie life because I'm too much of a loser. No woman would ever love me. Or want children by me. All my charm and good looks are as chaff in your hands. I'll never know what it's like to grow old with my loved ones around me.
N one will ever look at me with just love in their eyes.
You laugh and tell me that you will no longer give me the option to torture other souls, that you've made a deal with Satan for me to be your personal property. That since I scream and beg so beautifully you had to have me for your own amusement. I am yours to torture and destroy for eternity.
Your laughter follows me as I spiral down into madness.