Hey everybody. I just want to warn you, this chapter is torture. Literally. And I so am not good at torture scenes. Its really hard for me so I actually worked on this one. I hope my hard work paid off. Please do tell. Hope you enjoy. Oh yea I have been informed that my torture scene with Sam is kinda sexual, I swear i didn't mean it to be. Ok, now enjoy.
Taunting Torture
Sam watched Ronnie tie Anna up on similar hanging hooks across from him. She slowly came back to reality but not enough for her to fight the little girl off.
"Hold still!" Ronnie screamed at her. Anna twisted in her grip like a disturbed sleeper, mumbling under her breath. It didn't help, just pissed the little girl off.
Sam's arms started to ache, the weight of his body pulling down on his suspended body, longing for him to touch the ground.
"What's the matter Sammy? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Ronnie walked up to where her father dropped Anna's knife and put it up to her own face, studying the pure beauty of the blade. She paced her way to the front of Sam and smiled up at him, her young face mocking the sadistic smile.
"Don't you want to play with me?" She pouted her lips and gazed at him with her puppy eyes, a quick thought passed through his mind. I think my puppy eyes out rank hers.
He smiled down at her and stressed on his words, "Hell no."
The innocent face dropped as if she was wearing a mask and simply took it off. "To bad, looks like the fun is going to be one sided."
"I bet it is." He stiffened as she reached out to him, grabbing his button down shirt. One by one she unbuttoned it to reveal a naked bare chest, his skin so smooth, so muscled, so… alive. The only thing marking his chest was the knife mark she did before the whole holy water incident, yet his body still looked so luscious He watched her take off the last button, unable to stop her or move away. She looked up at him with eager eyes, so ready for what she had in mind.
"Your so… perfect." She said breathlessly, reaching her arms out so her hands rested on his chest. She flexed her hands as if claws would come out and dug her fingernails into his skin. "We have to fix that."
She raked her nails down his chest slowly, making sure every surface she touched bled beneath her fingertips. Sam closed his eyes, his hands wrapped around the chains connected to the hooks and held his breath till she stopped digging her nails into him at the top of his jeans. He inhaled loudly and opened his eyes, the scratches weren't that deep, just deep enough for it to scab over. Still, it stung like small paper cuts.
"That's better." She laughed.
"Leave him alone." Anna's voice came out lazy but still held the strong firmness of a threat.
"Or what? Your going to break your chains and hulk out on me?" The little girl looked at her and gave an even deeper laugh.
Anna tugged on her chains and realized her left arm was mobile again. "You just wait till I get out of here." She growled.
Ronnie turned back to Sam and raised the knife to his chest. The cold metal of it made Sam shiver and the chains holding him shake. The small movement of the chains pulled on his arms.
"You tasted so good before. So sweet." She dug the tip of the knife into a smooth spot of his chest and sliced his skin open. Sam held onto the chains, closed his eyes and threw his head back in pain, biting his lower lip.
Anna writhed in her chains making frustrated noises, cursing at Ronnie but the little girl paid no attention to her. Her eyes were all for Sam. Sam lowered his head and stared into Anna's eye's, he mouthed the words 'stop moving' and kept her gaze as Ronnie did the next thing she had in mind. Anna stopped moving like Sam had mouthed and immediately understood why he told her to. Her arms felt like they were going to tear themselves off her shoulders, all her struggling put more weight on them and she knew it would only get worse with time.
Ronnie tip toed as much as she could to reach Sam's chest and rested her head on the opposite side of the chest she cut. Her head laid on her nail marks so his blood felt warm against her cheek. She played her finger across the new wound, stroking it with her index finger while listening to his heart beat race under her touch. She trailed her nail on the opening, drawing a gasp from Sam's lips. She looked up at him wanting to see his expression. He broke his gaze with Anna and looked at the girl as she moved to the chest wound and flicked her tongue across it. Her lips closed around it and sucked slowly, her lips sealing her mouth to his bare chest so no blood could escape her thirst. Sam closed his eyes and looked up at Anna. He felt the blood pour out of his body and into Ronnie's mouth as she sucked on his flesh. He winced and groaned his pain when the little girl pushed her tongue into his cut, licking the inside of his flesh, tasting him in a way no other person had. She kept her eyes on his face as he kept his on Anna. She wanted him looking at her while she drank his essence, not the bitch across from him. She used a hand to grab his chest and squeezed it so she could take more of his skin into her mouth. When she got a decent chunk of meat between her lips she bit down hard and fierce. Still he did not look at her. She shoved her tongue deeper into his cut with her teeth in him.
Anna watched Sam's face, watched the pain cross his eyes, the control it took him not to look away from her. She kept mouthing to him to look at her, not to look at the little girl and he obeyed. Neither Sam or her wanted that little witch to see the pain in his face.
Ronnie let go of his chest with both her teeth and lips.
"Look at me Sam." She ordered, "I said look at me." She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him to her. The weight on his arms increased.
Sam controlled his face so it showed nothing and looked down at her. "Yea?"
"How did that feel?" She asked studying his expression, looking for any sign of pain.
"I've had better foreplay." He shrugged. He winced with the gesture and wished he hadn't done it. The chains threatened to rip his arms.
She let him go so his body swung back and forth in the chains.
"Fine, if you wont show me pain, I'll just turn my attention elsewhere." She turned away from his body and faced Anna.
"Bring it on." Anna replied.
Ronnie moved across from Sam and circled Anna like a hawk, playing with the knife. She observed Anna, studying her, contemplating on what to do. A small lump in Anna's jeans caught her attention.
"What's this?" She reached her hand into Anna's back pocket, her hands felt so cold even through the pants. She pulled out a small, silver zippo lighter with the words 'bite me' engraved on it. She flicked it open with her thumb and flicked the small wheel. A bright orange, yellow flam lit up from the small lighter.
Ronnie snapped it shut and walked to the front of Anna, the knife in one hand and the lighter in the other.
"One of the other hunters had one of these," She began. She lowered herself to the floor and sat Indian style while looking up at Anna. "I burned all his hair off."
"That's… nice." Anna had no idea what to say to that.
"It was, but the best part was that he tried to keep me occupied before I could harm him. Tried to distract me while he worked on the chains. I knew he wouldn't get out, so I let him. He taught me how to make the flame on this little bugger brighter."
"Idiot…" Anna mumbled. What kind of moron teaches a ghost to play with fire? She thought.
"You know what that means, right?" Ronnie stood up then, opening the zippo again.
"No, please do enlighten me." Anna asked with all seriousness. There were to many things to do with fire, and none of them good.
"I'll show you."
Ronnie played with the lighter for a few seconds and flicked the flame on so it burned the size of her thumb. She took the hunting knife that Anna was starting to regret taking on the hunt and rose it up to the tip of the flame. The fire licked around the metal, the blood sizzling on its surface.
Anna looked up at Sam who's eyes were way to wide. The little bitch was going to burn her, not just with fire but with metal. Somehow, Anna regretted telling Sam not to show his pain to the little girl. Take it like you always do, your in charge, these boys are your responsibility. If anyone gets hurt it should be you. You can do this. You can do this. She said to herself, glancing at the blade and fire.
Ronnie removed the blade from the fire and moved closer to Anna's hanging body. She brought the knife up to Anna's stomach and raised the blood stained tank top up enough to show her rib cage.
"Tell me how this feels." She giggled.
Anna's body went stiff as the blade got closer to her body. She could feel the heat emit off the blade only inches away from her skin. Her breath came in quick raspy gulps, her heart beat raced into the back of her throat. Ronnie pushed the side of the knife against Anna's skin, a faint sizzling sound lost in the painful groan Anna was biting back but had no luck with. Her chains shook as she writhed with pain trying to get the pressure of the knife off her. Ronnie grabbed her with her free hand and held her in one place. She groaned her pain refusing to scream, grinding her teeth from the sharp flesh burning sensation on her lower stomach.
Ronnie took the knife away and looked at the burn mark. Anna's stomach showed red where the knife was, blisters from the heat coming to surface. "How'd that feel?" Ronnie asked pleased.
Anna steadied her breathing and smiled down at her, more like a baring of teeth and said, "Yummy."
"Anna!" Sam hissed, obviously just as pissed at her answer as Ronnie. He had to watch and he didn't want to. He didn't like feeling like there was nothing he could do to help someone, hunters helped people, not watch them get tortured.
"Shut up Sam, or I'll play with you again." Ronnie hissed.
"Fine, come on. I'm up for a game or two." Ronnie looked back at Sam.
"No Sam! C'mon Ronnie, maybe if you scar me up enough your daddy will want you again. Plus, why hurt Sammy so much if you wanna fuck him?"
Ronnie turned her attention back to Anna, a fierceness on her face that didn't belong on any thirteen year old girl.
"What?" Anna asked, confused at the expression. "Oh, was it the Daddy comment?" She laughed.
"You face is very black and blued." Ronnie spat out.
Anna stopped laughing at the comment, not knowing what Ronnie was getting at. "So?"
Ronnie turned the zippo on again and put the knife back on the flame. "This knife is very sharp… very hot too."
"Ronnie, she doesn't want to play. I do." Sam called over. "I'll play whatever you want."
Ronnie ignored him and went on as if he never even spoke. "Have you ever seen anyone cut a black and blue with a burning hot knife? With the blood already so close to the surface?"
Anna couldn't keep the fear off her face or out her voice. "N-No." That one word came out shaky and low.
"Me neither, I wonder what'll happen."
Ronnie dropped the lighter and tiptoed up to Anna's face, holding it firmly between her index and thumb fingers. She brought the knife to Anna's left cheek and tightened her grip on Anna's face when the hunter tried moving her face away from the blade.
Through the corner or Anna's eyes she watched Ronnie press the tip of the blade into the side of her face. At first it felt numb, then the knife slid down the side of her face. Her cheek felt like a thousand little hot needles were trying to squeeze inside the skinny wound. It throbbed and pounded , blood gushing out her face, trailing down her neck and shoulders. It felt like the heat was cooking the wound as it sliced her flesh open, burning the inside of her cheek. Anna kicked and writhed in the chains, trying to pull away with no luck. She realized she was screaming, but that didn't matter, her face was on fire and bleeding more then it should have.
Ronnie moved the knife to Anna's chin where her black and blue turned a purplish green and sliced it open in one quick flick of the wrists. She pushed the side of the blade against the wound, letting it burn at its touch. Anna felt the warm metal cook the inside of her skin, felt the open wound sizzle and hiss from the heat.
Chains rattled across from them, Sam was kicking and pulling down with his weight on the chains. "Stop it! She gives! You win, she's in pain! Just stop it!" He yelled at the little girl.
Tears ran down Anna's face, the salty liquid burning the cut on her cheek even more. Her eyes were closed, mouth screaming, body writhing. Ronnie took the knife away and stepped back to take a good look at her work.
"How did that feel now hunter?"
Anna stopped writhing and screaming, gaining control of herself once again. Her breathing was raspy, her arms throbbing from the strain she caused them. Her mind raced with things to say, things that would please the sadistic little bitch, things that would anger her, things that would definitely get her killed. She opened her mouth and it hurt like hell. The cut on her cheek stretched with the gesture. Fuck talking. She thought and grabbed the chains connected to her arms. In one swift painful movement Anna pulled up on the chains enough to switch the strain of her weight from her shoulders to her hands and forearms. She brought her right leg up and kicked Ronnie in the chin as hard as she could, making the little girl stumble back until she slammed into Sam. Anna let her shoulders take the weight once again as she swung back and forth in the chains. Sam's body swung back with the impact of the little girl. Both him and Anna cringed in pain.
Ronnie gained her footing and grabbed her chin. She looked up at Anna furiously and rushed at her, knife in a striking position. Anna shut her eyes preparing for pain as she saw Ronnie charge at her, knife aiming for the side of her stomach. She felt the wind created by the little girls movement but no knife, no impact of flesh and metal, no sharp pain, nothing. Anna opened her eyes and looked down, her own knife less then an inch away from her bare skin. She looked at the hand holding the knife and saw a mans hand wrapped around Ronnie's, stopping her from plunging the knife into Anna's flesh.
"I told you I want her alive." Dean's voice made Anna look away from the blade and up at him. "Drop it Ronnie." He ordered.
Ronnie let go of the knife and Anna let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Dean, or Jonathon pulled Ronnie behind him and grabbed Anna's face., examining the wounds with pure rage.
"Why did you do this!" He yelled. "You ruined her face!"
Anna's eyes widened at the statement. "Hey." She said defensively.
"You said I could do whatever I wanted to."
"Her beautiful face…"
"Give me a mirror, I want to see what I look like." Anna demanded.
Jonathon looked at his daughter disapprovingly and back handed her across the face.
"Hey! Give me a damn mirror! This is my face we are talking about here!" Anna screamed, ignoring the pain in her cheek.
Jonathon looked at her and touched her face, she winced under the feel of his touch. "You will be fine in a few days my little hunter. Ronnie, go outside, I have several teenagers waiting for your games. There is a girl among them, you can have her. But until she heals," He nodded toward Anna, "You will not touch Sam."
"Daddy, that's not fair."
"Life not fair." Sam said from across them.
Ronnie turned toward him and yelled, "Shut up! Why do the two of you always have to talk! I should have cut out your tongues!"
"Veronica enough!" Dean wound up pulling Ronnie out the room by the hair.
Sam and Anna were left alone, hanging only a few feet across from one another.
"Why do you taunt her?" Sam broke the silence.
"What?" Anna mumbled.
"She hurts you, and you say yummy. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you say that?" He sounded angry but Anna let it go.
"I don't know… I'm stubborn…." She trailed off, looking around the room for something that would show her, her reflection. "Sam, how's my face? How bad is it?"
"Your not that bad, I've had worse." He replied sadly.
"Does every hunt you guys do turn out this bad?"
"Occasionally."
"Jesus, you guys are bad luck, I never get into this much shit."
"Your lucky," Sam chuckled.
"This is not a funny situation, Sam. Can you get out the chains?"
"No, you?"
"I don't think so, got any ideas?"
"No, but we have to get out of here before those two come back."
"How long do you think it'll be before then?"
"He said when you face heals a bit, so I'd say in a few days. Three, maybe four days tops. She didn't cut deep."
"I swear when we get out of here, I'm trapping her in a salt circle and shooting her ass for a few days. See how she likes to be tortured. Better yet, I'll burn her corpse limb from limb, take out her legs first and watch her crawl as a ghost." Anna thought out loud. She focused back on the situation at hand and frowned. "So, you been in this kind of situation before right?"
"Yea."
"Well, how long have you been trapped like this?" She rolled her eyes displaying the room since her hands were tied up.
"Long… lets leave it at that."
"Okay so…. What did you do when you had to… pee?" She asked curiously.
"Do you have to pee?" He asked suspicious.
"No, but what if I have to? What if you have to?"
"I don't have to pee, and you don't have to pee, so why worry about it?"
"I'm trying to make conversation. Sorry if I don't want to be hanging around in silence."
"So you talk about peeing?"
"Ok fine, drop the pissing talk and you choose a topic!" She growled.
"Why didn't you let her hurt me instead?"
"I would think you'd be grateful."
"Jesus, of course I get stuck with another Dean. Has to try to play the hero."
"Hey, I'm no hero okay. I just don't want you or Dean getting anymore hurt then you guys already are. You're my responsibility on this hunt."
"Your exactly like my brother! You have to take the lead, have to be the one to get hurt the most."
"Hey! I been doing this by myself for years! I was the only one to take the pain so I'm sorry if you don't like it. Just because I got you on the hunt doesn't mean that'll change."
"Next time let me take some of the action, otherwise your going to be to hurt to do us any good."
"Fine."
"Good."
"And I'm not like Dean. He's stubborn and annoying."
"You just said you were stubborn, and I think Ronnie would say your annoying."
"You really know how to make a girl feel worse then she is."
"Sorry. Just please don't piss her off anymore."
"I wont. I cant feel half my face, and my shoulders are on fire."
"Mine too…" Sam looked around the room, it smelled like blood and sweat in there from the events that night. "This is going to be a long wait."
Alright theres my torture for you. Please tell me what you think of it, leave a review. I'd really appreciate it. Even if its just one word. Thanks.
Thanks Lil! For helping me get inspired for this chapter and checking it over to make sure Anna's part didn't come out sexual. Damn I might as well just make Anna and Dean have sex later since it comes out so easy for me. Maybe...
Well, have a nice day everybody!
