Hey guys. I'm so sorry it took so long to update. My computer broke, so I didn't have one for a month! I only had ten minutes a day to use my mom's, and that's not enough, because I look back to the older chapters, and I prefer to write it all at once. I'll try to update the story again by the end of next week. Enjoy :)

Meg screamed in agony as Crowley sliced into her leg. He pressed the blade deeper into her, never tiring of the sound of her scream.

"Why are you doing this?" Meg asked while breathing heavily, when Crowley put the blade down to reach for a new tool. "I don't have any information to give you. You knew where Castiel was, so what more do you want from me?" Crowley looked at her and smiled.

"Nothing. I know you don't know anything. It just missed my favorite punching bag." Crowley stuck a new, sharper blade into Meg's arm and twisted, making Meg scream again. Crowley laughed as her blood splattered.

"You know, after a year of torture, you'd think that you'd get used to the pain." He cut into her again, "Well, that just shows you how petty and weak you really are."

Meg whimpered as Crowley examined her body, deciding where to cut, given that he'd been going at it for so long and she was a bloody mess.

"C-Castiel won't let you get away with this." Meg told Crowley in the most threatening voice she could muster. However, that had no avail seeing the state she was in. Crowley smiled broadly at her threat.

"Meg, I'm not sure if you realized it, but I already got away with it." He laughed and cut into another spot on her body. Meg tried to hold back her screams, but soon lost her will power and let out a scream.

Castiel, where are you? Meg prayed. Please find me. Crowley has me. He's torturing me. Please.

Crowley removed the blade from Meg, and she spit on Crowley's face, blood coming with it. Crowley glared at her.

"You bitch!" He slapped her across the face, then wiped his.

"Yeah, you're the one torturing me, and I'm the bitch."

"You're right. I know who the real bitch in this situation is." Crowley walked to the door. Meg watched him curiously. He put his hand on the nob, and smiled. He twisted the doornob and opened the door, "The hellhounds."

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