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I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe, only Sarah.

WARNING

This chapter, and several to follow, contains scenes of torture. Please take caution if such topics are triggering to you.


I woke up slowly, not quite sure of where I was at first. When I remembered what had happened, I made to stand up and instead found myself strapped to a rough wooden chair by my hands and feet. Pulling at the secured leather straps, I shifted my gaze to the room around me. I was in a much smaller space than before, only large enough to hold the chair in the center and a few feet to the walls surrounding me. I looked up; the ceiling seemed to be a little shorter than I had thought as well. It appeared that I was stuck inside an empty supply closet.

As I was looking around the room, I heard the large metal door in front of me start to unlock. It provided a window that gave off the only source of light in the room, but I couldn't see anyone outside it from where I was sitting. I fixed my gaze on the door, not knowing what - or who - I was about to see, although I had an idea. Finally the last latch came undone and the door swung open, and I finally saw Kara in the flesh for the first time.

"Told you it wasn't any use to put up a fight, now didn't I?" She asked rhetorically.

"Don't think that I won't," I shot back, trying my hardest to look tough even in my current predicament.

"Oh Sarah," Kara said, leaning up against the doorframe, "I didn't realize how much fun it's going to be to break you," I stared up at her, my face contorting in confusion.

"What do you mean, break me?" I asked. What was she talking about? "I thought you were going to kill me."

"Not without a little fun first," She said, smirking at me, and my eyes widened in shock. On that mark, Kara flicked her fingers out and my chair lurched forward across the floor. Kara moved so that I could pass by her out the doorway and into the larger room in the basement of the church. So that was what was behind the door.

Kara moved the heavy chair across the room until it was beside the metal table. Where it had been clear when I checked out the area earlier, it now had several weapons and objects, including my demon blade, pistol and the other things I had brought in with me, lying on top of it. I noticed that there was a long butcher knife also lying on the table.

"You like my toys?" Kara said, walking up to the table and picking up the butcher knife. Then she walked over to me, smiling the whole time.

"Just get it over with;" I said harshly, "What are you waiting for?"

"It's just," She started, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, Sarah. I want to savor it," She brought the knife up to my throat, her hands practically tingling to cut into me. Slowly, she grazed the skin with the blade, cutting my throat. It wasn't enough to kill me, but it felt like Hell. I tried to turn away from the pain, but I could only move so far.

"You," I gasped after she had made a few more cuts just above my collarbone, "you never told me why you were doing this," I breathed. I could feel my blood trickling down onto my shirt. I looked up at Kara, who appeared to be enjoying my pain.

"I had to get back for a few friends of mine," She said, and in the midst of my pain I was confused once again.

"Then why me?" I asked, "I've never even dealt with demons before you came along," I pointed out.

"Oh, it's not for anything you did, Sarah," Kara stated, "It's not even for anything Marcie did."

"Then why did you kill her?!" I yelled, earning a flinch from the demon. "Why did you have to kill her?!" I paused, "You know what, screw your friends. maybe then-" I was interrupted when Kara shot forward and gripped the collar of my shirt, harshly bringing my face up to hers.

"Don't you ever say that," She spat, "You know the feeling of losing someone you love, well guess what, so do I!" She yelled back at me. I remained silent, not knowing how to respond to her. She had never shown me that much emotion before.

After a moment, she released my shirt and moved to roll up the sleeves of my button up. Instead of making long cuts with the blade, she started poking the tip of the knife deep into my exposed skin. Small drops of blood began forming on my arm and I grunted, the experience bringing me more pain than I thought it would.

"Feel good?" She asked, making the particular wound she was working on go deeper into my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to escape from the pain that Kara was inflicting.


The torture lasted late into the day, until finally I passed out from the pain that it was causing me. I knew that I had lost quite a bit of blood, but I also realized that it wasn't enough to kill me. Kara had me right where she wanted me: still alive but not strong enough to fight back.

I was woken up to someone shaking me harshly. Opening my eyes I saw Kara standing in front of me, where I was still strapped to the chair in the main room of the basement. I looked down at the demon's hands, and saw that she was holding one of the glasses from the room upstairs filled with what I hoped was water. She also had a small granola bar.

"What's this?" I slurred, still groggy from being unconscious.

"I may be killing you, but I don't want you to die from starvation until I can do it right," She explained, and then proceeded to unwrap the granola bar. She held the exposed bar up to my face, but I didn't open my mouth. No way was I trusting her now.

"Eat the bar, Sarah," She said forcefully.

"And if I don't?" I asked.

"Then I'll shove it down your throat." She shot back. Looking cautiously between her and the granola bar, I realized that I didn't have much of a choice. Cautiously, I leaned forward and took a bite out of the bar.

Kara moved to bring the glass up to my lips, but once again I was wary of trusting her. Seeing my hesitance, Kara rolled her eyes.

"There's an old well out back, if you're wondering if I'm going to poison you." She said impatiently. I sighed and took a sip of the water, and aside from the natural minerals being a bit strong, it tasted fine.

After finishing both the water and the granola bar, Kara sat the glass on the table and then turned back to me.

"Well, I think I'll call it a night," She said before raising her hand and causing my chair to slide across the floor back towards the room.

"What, too tired to give me any more hell?" I asked while looking forwards. It hurt to move my shoulder, so I didn't risk looking back at her.

"Nah, just figured I'd save that for tomorrow," She said as the chair slid back into the room and then turned around to face the door. Kara stood outside the doorway, gazing in at me with contemplative eyes.

"And believe me," She went on, "Compared to today, tomorrow might as well be hell," Then the door slammed shut in my face.

I looked down at myself after it had shut, trying to see all the damage that the demon had done. I could see the long gashes that covered my chest and collarbones; they seemed to be the worst wounds that I had gotten as of yet. That and the cuts on my arms was about all the injuries that I had, and it made me wonder what Kara had in mind for me for the next day.

I let my head rest on the top of the chair and thought about what the boys could be doing until I fell asleep, exhausted and aching.

And that was the start of the worst three days of my life.


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