A/N - quick thank you to everyone reading my fic. I hope you are enjoying it. x
Warning - implied torture.
My arms ached. No matter how I moved them, they were impossibly numb. I was exhausted, there was no way to sleep standing up. Not that I could with all the pain radiating through my body. I'm guessing it had been more than a few hours now. Hours of constant torture, a mix between the knife and his fists, passing out, only to be woken rudely with a face full of cold water. I was wet and trembling, my body covered in sweat, dirt and blood. I tried to shift my weight onto the leg that wasn't seeping blood. The chains tied around my hands were digging into the flesh of my wrists making them bleed.
The demon stood in front of me, wiping the blade of the knife on a dirty cloth. "Having fun princess?" He taunted, smiling. "I know I am."
"You know it," I croaked, my voice hoarse and dry from screaming.
He cut deep into my stomach, blood flowing from the wound and I cried out. "You know they don't love you. right?" He sneered, adding more pressure to the knife. "Your precious Sam and Dean. You're nothing but a nuisance to them."
I let out a sob of pain. "You're lying."
"Am I?" He came up behind me, his hot breath on my ear. "Then why didn't they let you see Bobby in the hospital before he died? Aren't you supposed to be family."
I shook my head, white spots appearing in my eyes. "No. No. They did it to protect me," I replied, my voice shaky. A million thoughts were swirling around in my mind. Is he telling me the truth? They told me that it was better not to see him hooked up to machines. They told me to remember the good times I had with him and not the sight of him lying in a hospital bed.
"Hmm."
Another cut across my back. I jerked forward, the chains cutting into my wrists even more, the pain making me cry out.
"That's not how I hear it. Why do you think they've involved you in any of their big cases? They just use you to research what they are too lazy to find themselves. Your a liability, totally useless." He began to cut deeper, twisting the tip of the knife over cuts he'd already made, blood slowly oozing out of numerous wounds.
"They...they wanted to...they wanted to protect...to protect me...And I...I...help them." I stammered through gritted teeth.
He laughed as he walked around me, cutting deeper. "Protect you? They didn't stick around long after Bobby died to protect you, did they? All sorts of things could have happened, especially with those pesky leviathans wanting them dead. But even the leviathan knew you meant nothing. You are worthless."
I squeezed my eyes shut shaking my head. He's wrong, I thought, he's lying. I'm family, they do it to protect me. Demons always lie. But what if he's not. He's got a point. I bent over backwards to help each time they needed me but could I say the same for them? No. He's getting into your head. Keep it together. You've got to keep it together.
"You didn't even find out poor Dean and Castiel went to purgatory until after the fact. And well, Sam, he didn't call you did he? Too busy hooking up with someone else," He reached forward, tracing the scar on my neck with the tip of the knife drawing a thin line of blood. "Your precious Sammy. Falling in love with someone other than you. Unrequited love is quite a bitch."
Tears filled my eyes as I let out a strangled "no."
"Sorry princess but you know i'm right," he stated, driving the tip of the knife under my broken ribs. "You've always known. Bobby only took you in out of pity. He never loved you either."
I cried out, "You're lying!" My whole body was shaking.
"They aren't looking for you. You'll rot here and they won't care. You are nothing to them."
My body shook as I sobbed. "No. No. No..."
