"Hey," I called to the demon who was stood against a metal table in front of me, rummaging through a bag. "You gonna start this soon? Getting real tired of 'hanging around'," I chuckled, "Get it? Hanging around? Cos I'm just hanging here...no? Jeez. Tough crowd."
He turned slightly and smiled. "Masking your fear with humour. Patience princess. All good things come to those who wait." He taunted, turning back to the bag.
"Yeah, I'm not sure what you're planning on doing to me could be regarded as good." I countered, looking up at the chains holding me up, seeing if I could get out of them somehow. "You couldn't have tidied up for me? Put a plastic sheet down or something? Wouldn't want to stain your lovely concrete floor here and I sure don't want to get a nasty infection."
"Your little quips aren't going to do you much good when I start cutting into you."
The corner of my mouth curved into a half smile. "Just trying to lighten the mood a bit, is all."
I scanned the room. Nothing but filth and debris. I could hear the steady drip of a runny tap somewhere in the room. It's pretty open for him to bring me here, I thought. Even the simplest of hunters would be able to find this place. "You do know Sam and Dean will find this place pretty quickly," I stated, looking around again. He spun around, a large shiny knife in his hand and walked slowly over to me. "That's the point princess. They'll come bounding in to save the day, I'll be long gone and they will find nothing but pieces of you scattered all over the room. Of course, that's if they do look for you."
I swallowed hard trying not to show how scared I actually was. "They will find me. And when they do, you'll be begging to be sent back to hell."
He circled around me, dragging the flat side of the knife around my waist. "You keep telling yourself that princess."
I tried to move away but with my arms being tied above me, it only made me sway slightly. He raised the blade to the side of my face, stroking my cheek with it. "Although I do understand why the Winchesters keep you around. You are exquisite." He looked me up and down appraisingly, gripping my waist with his other hand, pulling me flush against him. "I haven't tortured someone in quite a while. I am going to thoroughly enjoy myself." He pressed the knife against my cheek making a small cut. I winced at the sting. Smiling he brought the knife to my chest making another small but deeper cut. He began to circle me once more, continuing to make small, deep cuts on different parts of my body, arms, chest, legs, back. I hissed each time he slid the knife across my skin, refusing to let myself cry out. My body felt like it was on fire, pain everywhere. My stomach tensed when I felt the tip of the knife pushing against me and I inhaled sharply as he calmly pushed it into me. The pain made my eyes water and I grimaced. "Is that all you got?"
He stepped forward snaking his arm around my waist. His touch was cold, his skin on my skin making me shudder with revulsion and I turned my head away. A plan was formulating in my mind, a plan which was probably, no definitely, totally crazy and I needed to get him closer to me before I could attempt it.
Lowering his lips to my ear, he murmured, "I like you," using the knife to push aside a strand of my raven hair that had fallen forward. "But I still haven't heard you scream..."
I smiled, gripping the chains around my wrists to pull myself up slightly before I brought up both my legs and flung them around his waist, locking my feet together and squeezing as tight as I could. I started to chant, "Exorcizamus te omnis immundas spiritus,"
The demon threw his head back, a snarl coming deep from within him. "You...bitch..."
"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursioinferna..."
He laughed darkly, his eyes pitch black. "Not today sweetheart." He brought down the knife that was still in his hand, plunging it into my right thigh and twisting the blade.
My body erupted with white hot pain, my legs dropping back down, my eyes squeezing shut. I couldn't help the scream that erupted from my mouth as he slowly pulled the knife out of my thigh. My head fell forward as I tried to catch my breath, sweat beading across my forehead, my hair falling forward in thin strands, covering my face. He drew his fist back before punching me in the chest and I heard a loud crack, my body already screaming out in pain. My breath flew out of me and I started coughing violently, sending a spray of crimson blood onto his shirt. He grabbed my chin in his hand bringing my head up. "The next time you attempt to pull shit like that again, I will gut you and let you watch your insides fall to the floor."
"Go...Fuck...Yourself." I gasped, still trying to catch my breath. The pain was unbearable and my eyes filled with tears.
He smirked before punching me again in my chest. I let out a cry once again, more blood spraying him as I tried to catch my breath. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. "By the time your precious Sam and Dean locate you, they'll be finding pieces of you across the state." He whispered into my ear, trailing the blade over the scar running across my throat. I turned my head slightly and spat the blood that had pooled in my mouth into his face. He punched me again, my head flying back and then falling back onto my chest. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as darkness enveloped me.
