I didn't actually get any reviews on chapter 7 yet. :( But I'm going to post the next chapter anyway, just cause. Hope you guys like where the story goes and how I resolve it!

Chapter 8:

Sarah woke to a throbbing pain at the back of her skull. Immediately trying to move her hands toward the pain in confusion of what it was, it wasn't long before she realized that she couldn't. That her hands were bound, as were her ankles. That there was a cloth in her mouth covered with duct tape.

And panic slid through her body like lightning.

Katie.

Sarah's eyes flashed open to the world around her spinning. Her only thought was of her daughter. Where was she? What had happened to her? Was she safe? Was she hurt? Sarah blinked a few times, trying to concentrate and push through the pain. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light, to the world around her, and to realize that the cold cement against her the side of her face meant she was lying on the basement floor, but it only took her a moment to hear the soft sob a few yards away.

Sarah let out a whimper through her nose as she closed her eyes. Katie was there. Katie was trapped like she was. She had to stay calm. Panicking herself into a frenzy would do no good, and it would make Katie feel worse. She tried to make a noise through her gag to communicate with her daughter and Katie said something back. Sarah could feel the terror from Katie as she tried desperately to struggle against her bindings, and Sarah yelled her daughter's name as loudly as she could.

Katie's struggles stopped, sensing the urgency in her mother's voice. Sarah told her daughter everything was going to be okay. She told her that she would keep her safe. Her daughter understood none of the words, but fully grasped the tone of her voice, and her heartbeat started to slow down just slightly.

It sped back up again when the two heard footsteps above their heads and the basement door opened. The light-switch flickered for a moment before it settled into a steady buzz of electricity and Sarah's eyes darted over to her daughter, who lay helpless nearby.

Katie's eyes, red from tears, pleaded with her mother to do something to help her, but Sarah could only stare at her, devastated at the situation. Footsteps echoed as someone walked down the stairs and Sarah's eyes darted to him as he started speaking.

"Took you long enough to wake up," Mavet muttered, walking into the room and sitting on a folding chair, leaning forward, forearms on his knees as he looked at Sarah. "I swear, humans get more frail every time I encounter them. One good smack to the back of the head and you're out like a light."

Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at the man before her, a different kind of fear in her now. "Oh yes, this has nothing to do with you," Mavet said, an inky blackness spreading across his eyes as he stared at Sarah. She flinched, blinking a few times, but didn't look away. "You see, Sam did me in about six years back." Mavet twisted his lips slightly. "Actually, that's inaccurate. It was actually about…seven or eight centuries ago. See, time up here in the frying pan passes differently than it does down in the fire. You might think it would grate on one's memory, all that time passing, but it does quite the opposite. With all that free time, there isn't much to think about except who sent you there."

The demonic black eyes shifted attention to Katie and he stood, walking over to her. "Sam covered his tracks very well once he'd found out Katie was his," Mavet told her, kneeling at her side. Katie made a small whimper of protest into her gag and she tried to pull back from him as he gently stroked her face with his finger. Sarah screamed obscenities at him, trying to pull fiercely at the tape that bound her.

"He really did do a good job," he said, sitting down and folding his legs under himself as he looked back to Sarah. Breathing hard, she shot bullets at him with her gaze, though he didn't flinch the least bit in return. "Just not good enough. That hunt back in '09 though…. It was some type of Shtriga, right? That's what the word on the street was. I heard they stopped the body count at five kids. I'm sure you knew that there wasn't any way you'd be safe in Sam's life. I suppose you were right. Good little hunters they are, Sam and Dean killed it and moved on after that, but as much as Sam did to protect you from himself, it wasn't enough."

Mavet let out a soft sigh. "We have many more options in Hell, but a resourceful demon like myself can work with what he has," he murmured. Sarah's frantic struggles started again as the demon reached inside its jacket and pulled out a blade. "I wish I could tell you this will hurt me more than it will hurt you, but there's nothing further from the truth," he said quietly. A small smile surfaced on his face, the evil in it chilling Sarah to the core. "No…. No, this will be the most fun I've had in a long time. In more ways than one." His finger slid slowly down the knife. "I'd like to really hear the screams, but we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors, now would we?"

At that, Mavet gently slid the tip of the blade down Katie's tearful face before he sliced it viciously across her arm.