Authors Note: This chapter is quite a bit darker that the rest and includes torture, so if that is not your thing please feel free to skip to the end section, which is all you really need for plot purposes! What can I say, I am a hurt Sam fan and I just couldn't resist the opportunity to play with our favouriteboy!
She just laughed at the venom in my voice. "Well, that just depends on your interpretation I suppose."
She gave me a look of mock sympathy before twisting the psychological knife, "After all, you are part demon, right?"
"I am NOT a demon." I spat at her. I may not be proud of everything I had done, but I was sure of that. Despite everything, I had only ever tried to do the right thing. I would not let this bitch convince me I was evil.
She looked at me, and let a smile slowly spread across her face before looking pointedly over at the man, letting my eyes follow. He was standing next to the table I had been trying to ignore.
"How about we test that theory." She nodded at the man, who picked up a jug and stalked towards me, a look of feral glee on his face.
"We'll start small." She told me, as he gripped my chin and forced my face upwards, squeezing the sides of my jaw to force my mouth open.
"Holy water." He poured the water into my mouth. I gasped, then began to cough and splutter as I tried not to choke on the ice cold water as it ran down my throat.
Finally the water stopped and he released my chin, letting my head fall as I continued to cough and gasp for air. I also couldn't help the shivers that ran through me from the ice water that had run down my front to soak the light pajamas I was wearing. I hated looking so pathetic in front of these two worthless excuses for hunters and so I let my anger towards them warm me up, causing the shivers to cease.
I lifted my head up to glare at her, and saw her watching me with a look of detached curiosity.
"Interesting. Perhaps we'll try the salt next." I frowned, wondering how they planned on hurting me with salt, then felt my face pale as the man picked up a shotgun, grinning at me as he loaded a rock salt cartridge.
Oh crap. Oh no. I fought the urge to try and wrestle out of the shackles, knowing it would do no good, and desperate to give them as little satisfaction as possible. But I knew this was going to hurt like hell.
"Just let us know when you've had enough dear, "The woman said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "And I promise to put you down quick." Then he fired.
The scream tore out of me before I could stop it and I thrashed against the shackles. It was like being bitten by a thousand ants at once, the salt drawing the pain out as they dissolved in the blood welling up in the tiny cuts. The worst was the pain biting into the sensitive flesh of my now female chest.
I heard the low chuckle of the man and forced my eyes back open, clenching my jaw shut to keep any more sounds from escaping and forcing myself to be still again. I could do this. It's not like it was the first time I'd been tortured. I just had to hold on till Dean got here.
"That's more like it. How about iron?" The damn woman continued to calmly narrate, and I barely had time to brace myself before the man snatched up an iron rod and slammed it into the backs of my knees.
I gave a grunt of pain, as my legs buckled, leaving me swinging from my arms for several moments, the cuts on my chest pulling painfully, before I was able to find my feet again.
As soon as I did the rod slammed into the back of my knees a second time. This time I fell harder, not having had time to brace for the strike, and I felt my left shoulder tear out of its socket. I bit back the scream, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face.
He used the rod to prod at the shoulder and I whimpered quietly as my vision darkened for a moment. I was fighting to stay conscious. Who knew if they'd let me wake up again if I passed out.
"Had enough yet?" The woman asked, tilting her head questioningly. I just glared at her.
"I guess not. Glutton for punishment are we?" She shrugged, "Well, in that case, I think we'll go with silver next."
The knife was back in his hand now as he walked around to stand in front of me. He waved it in my face, "Should we mess up that pretty face of yours?" He moved the knife away a little, "Or should we save that for later?" There was the nasty leer again. Once again I refused to answer, refused to play their horrible game.
He didn't seem to care. "How about we try somewhere new?" And with that he jabbed the knife into my leg before quickly pulling it back out. My body jolted as pain shot through me, jostling my dislocated shoulder. My breath was coming in short gasps and my vision was swimming as the pain of my arm, my leg and my chest merged together until I couldn't tell what was what.
"Dean…" I whispered, letting my head hand for a moment and trying to remember why I had to keep going.
The woman chuckled, "Big brother can't help you here. Even if he is smarter than he looks, we made sure you were a long way away from where the two of you were staying." She gave me another of those fake smiles I was really learning to hate, "You were asleep a long time dear."
The man gave a chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
I knew that Dean was smarter than he led most people to believe. I hoped that they had under estimated him and that he was already on his way here.
The thought was all that kept me from letting unconsciousness take me as he jabbed the knife into my leg again, and again. Most of the cuts were not too deep, not life threatening on their own, but painful as hell and, combined, bleeding enough that I would be in trouble if Dean didn't arrive quickly enough.
After what felt like a dozen cuts, I lost track, he stopped and began to wave the knife in my face again. This time I could smell my blood on it, and had to fight the urge to gag.
He grinned, and then sat the blade against the skin of my right upper arm. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it, and I could see the insane look in his eyes as he began to slice the knife ever so slowly across the sensitive skin. I couldn't keep in the scream as wave after wave of pain assaulted me as he drew the knife across.
Then suddenly he stopped and moved away. I hung there, gasping, for several moments before realising that he had stopped for a reason. The two of them were standing at the table looking at a small device, which was emitting a beeping noise.
"It must be an animal." The woman was saying, "There's no way he could have got here that fast."
The man frowned, "But what if…" I couldn't help but feel a little pleased when I realised that he was nervous about my brother arriving. Apparently he wasn't a total idiot. He should be scared. Dean was not one to mess with. And no matter what issues we might have, I knew he wasn't going to let torturing me go unpunished.
"Fine." She snapped, "You go check."
He nodded and headed out the back door, while she picked up a couple of old rags.
"Just in case." She told me, as she shoved one in my mouth and tied it in place with the other.
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