I know there is spelling errors, yes, I try and fix them the best I can. Spell check doesn't get them all. Sorry.
Chapter 8
Lylieana watched as Dean, ran back to the bunker, she sighed and rolled her eyes, "Damn, hunters," she spoke softly shaking her head. She heard a rustle in the bushes and in the trees, Just birds, maybe, she told herself, but that didn't stop her from walking faster, she froze, the familiar sent almost made her cry, Sulphur, "What do we have here, a very naughty girl, and naughty girls need to be punished," the demon slurred with a hiss, she shivered, RUN, she told herself, Run, do a spell, something don't just stand there! She couldn't move she was stuck in place.
She felt cold hand grabbing her from behind, "Nice to see you again, sweetheart. Now, don't look at me like that, don't you remember that wondrous kiss?" her eyes widen, "Let me go!" she knew struggling was useless, demons won over witches, "how cute, you know, our king doesn't like it when we loose a soul, but I'm curious, how did you get out?" she could hear the curiosity in his voice, "I would never tell you," he growled at his answer, he looked to his partner, "Our king said he needed her, but, he didn't say in one piece," the other laughed, it made her want to puke, "I like the way you think." They started to tear off her clothes.
"Help!" she screamed, but it was just woods, who was going to save her a rabbit! She still struggled, the shirt came off and... they stopped, the hand prints made them stop, "Not possible," "She can't," "That's..." and "Two Archangels!" they mummered like that for what seemed like forever, the top of her was naked, the AC/DC shirt ripped o shreds, the weirdest part is that she just thought, I'll have to buy Dean a new one, not about the angel talk, "I think Crowley needs her now!" They flash her out and back to hell.
Everyone was in a fine tailored suit and on the thrown, "What is the meaning of this?" his British voice was dark and unnerving, "The escaped soul, you excitement," the demon said, there was a hint of fear in his voice, "Ah, the saved one, why is she half naked?" he questioned, the second one, the one who made the deal long ago, swallowed hard, "Rape," Lylieana said, "She speaks," the king said, "I will have a little chat with you two later, right now the girl. Everybody out!" He shouted everyone quickly rushed out, like mice, "I understand you have been tourchered for so long that you never new the change of command, My name is Crowley, king of hell, and you are one lucky girl, one you have not one but two Archangels for protestation and two your a Winchester. The Winchesters and I go way back, we're friends, besties even. So I don't think they will take kindly to me having you in my court half naked." He snapped his fingers and a long black gown, "my mother left a few of her dresses behind," yet the dress, shrunk to her size and became white, "Well then,"
Lylieana looked down at the once black now white dress, "Well, I can't have you roaming about with a white dress around demons, until I can figure out what do do with you you will stay here. Under my protection. Understand?" the hand prints burned at the statement, she nodded her head, she spend enough time in hell to know, don't give them the pleasure of hearing you speak, the turn your word. So she would stay submissive, Crowley nodded, "Good, I need to make a call," with that the king left.
The two other demons, at the door bowed to their king, "No one goes in, she doesn't come out. I need to have a chit chat with our daddy and his brother." Crowley took off in the direction of the cage.
