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Sheila

Chapter 11

Nemesis walked down to Dean's cell. Two guards were there. One was drawing up some more of the drug to give him.

"Open it," ordered Nemesis. The other guard unlocked the door. He turned on the light and went over to the wheel. He turned the crank and turned it up right. Dean was now on top again, but he wasn't doing to well. Nemesis grinned. He took off the headphones and unhooked the wires. He took a penlight and looked in his eyes. His pupils barely reacted. "Good," thought Nemesis. "That's what I want."

"Wake him up," Nemesis said. The guard slapped Dean hard across the face. He opened his eyes, shocked at the sudden pain, but then closed them again.

"Wake up Dean," said Nemesis firmly. He walked over to one of the tables and picked up some smelling salts, then walked back and placed it under Dean's nose, holding it there. The ammonia smell made his eyes water and was beginning to make him sick, but he woke up.

He stared up at Nemesis and spoke, but it only came out in a whisper. His throat was so dry. Parched. He'd asked the guards for water but they refused to give him any. Nemesis leaned down to him.

"What," he asked his prisoner. Dean, with what little bit of strength he had, spat in the kidnapper's face. Nemesis jerked back like he'd been slapped. He wiped the spit off his face and glared down at his captive. Dean could see the anger all over his face.

"You little bastard," Nemesis bellowed. He took the syringe from the guard. Dean winced and tried to shake his head, but it made him dizzy, plus he still had the strap across his forehead. Nemesis looked over at the table that held several instruments and grinned evilly. He handed the syringe back to the guard. "I'll use this in a second," he said. The man nodded.

"I'm….not…going to…..hurt my friends," said Dean weakly but he was having a hard time talking. "I will…..not….bring….you my….brother."

Nemesis leaned back down to Dean's face but placed a hand over his mouth so he couldn't spit again.

"Yes you will!" he said ominously. "You just don't know it yet!"

He rose up and took something in his hand. Dean closed his eyes when he saw what it was. "God don't," he said.

"Bring me a box," instructed Nemesis. The guard nodded and got one just like the one that had had the finger in it. "I take it you know what this little contraption is," he asked. Dean didn't answer, so Nemesis continued. "It's very good at shaving cheese blocks. It removes the top layers. If you press down hard enough, it removes the top layer in sheets. I've found another use for it."

He turned toward Dean and raised his t-shirt, revealing his abdomen. He tried to move away but the way he was chained it was impossible.

"I've found it to be very useful in peeling layers of skin off," said Nemesis. "It's messy and painful, just the way I like it. Here allow me to demonstrate." He placed the instrument to Dean's stomach.

"NO!" choked out Dean. "Wait," but Nemesis, in one sharp downward motion, sliced the thing into Dean's abdomen. Pulling back, he pulled a layer of skin. Dean braced, and then winced. He gritted his teeth against the pain. His stomach started to bleed. He took another sheet of skin and Dean cried out! His stomach was on fire. He could feel the blood running down his sides.

Nemesis turned back to the table and picked up a bottle of acid, then turned back to Dean. "Wait a minute!" said Dean as forcibly as his dry throat would allow. He took a dropper, filled it and dropped a few drops onto the abrasions on his stomach. Dean jerked. His body jolted when the acid touched the bloody areas. Dean screamed bloody murder as the acid began to burn.

Nemesis lowered Dean's shirt and leaned back over to whisper in his ear. He was breathing heavy from the pain. He felt like the acid was literally eating a hole in his stomach. Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes and spilled over. He glared defiantly at Nemesis. "Hungry," said the kidnapper. When Dean didn't answer Nemesis slapped him hard across the face, busting his lip. He took one of the pieces of skin he'd cut off and dangled it in front of Dean's mouth.

"Open up," he said. Dean stared at the man shocked. "NO!" he yelled and closed his mouth. Nemesis forced it back open and then forced the skin down Dean's throat. He began to cough and choke. He tried to spit it out but Nemesis covered his mouth and clamped his nose shut, cutting off Dean's breathing. He fought it as long as he could and finally he was forced to swallow. When he did, Nemesis removed his hand so Dean could breathe.

He began to gag. It was making him sick.

"Don't ever spit in my face again!" said Nemesis angrily. He took the other piece of the skin and placed it in the box wrapping it up like a present. He placed a ribbon around it. He would give it to Langston to deliver to Sam when he went to see him in a few minutes. He looked back down at his captive. "If you do that again Dean I'll skin you alive and pour acid all over you. Understand?"

Dean nodded weakly, his stomach still on fire. Nemesis took the syringe away from the guard and injected the contents into his bloodstream, his mind was getting numb again, his body getting heavy.

Nemesis replaced the wires, and turned the voltage up causing his head to feel like it would explode. Dean cried out in pain, and then Nemesis replaced the headphones, continuing to play the message over and over. He turned the wheel, hanging Dean upside down, his feet toward the ceiling, his head toward the floor. It caused a lot of pressure on his limbs and his head. He pulled the winch, pulling Dean's legs further apart, past the point of pain. Dean screamed again. He felt like he was being spit down the middle.

Nemesis turned off the lights again plunging Dean into total darkness, with just the sound of the message playing in his head constantly. He walked back into the living room. Langston rose up to leave. Nemesis handed him the package. "Hand this to Sam when you visit him Langston. He'll get a kick out of it." Langston took it and grinned.

"You're the boss," he replied and placed it in his pocket. He left to go torment the young hunter again.

Sam just sat there, not moving. He just held the phone to his ear. Bryan took it away and replaced it in his pocket.

Sam couldn't breathe. He couldn't think or concentrate.

"Sam," asked Jack. "What did they say?" Sam looked at his friend and got off the table. He headed for the stairs.

"Where are you going," asked Bryan.

"Upstairs," replied Sam. "Just for a minute."

"Sam," warned Tony.

"I'm not leaving the house Tony. I can't. I'm being watched. I have to drive to Virginia Beach and either Jack or Brad has to go with me. If I don't do what they say, they'll cut Dean up. I'm just going to get some water. I'll be right back." He walked slowly up the stairs, and over to the refrigerator. He opened the door to remove a bottled water. He froze when he felt the gun at his head once again.

"Don't turn around," said the attacker. "Don't even think about it. You stay right there." Sam did as he was told and stayed facing the refrigerator. "You're supposed to be driving Sam," said the man. Sam shook his head. Langston pressed the gun into the base of Sam's brain, cocking the hammer.

"I was about too. I just wanted a drink of water first," said Sam shakily.

"Close the refrigerator." Sam did as he was told. He kept his hands in sight.

"I've got you a little present," said Langston, placing the box on the kitchen table. Sam walked over to where the box sat. It was in the same type box that held the finger. He took it in his hand and opened it. He saw a layer of skin and started to shake uncontrollably again. Sweat began pouring off his face and he felt like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Oh God," said Sam and held onto the table for support. His heart started beating rapidly. He thought he was going to hyperventilate.

"This is not fake Sam," said Langston. "It belongs to your brother. My boss skinned him then poured acid on the abrasion. He's in a whole lot of pain right now. Just thought you'd like to know." Sam swallowed hard and waited. He was afraid to do anything else.