Hey Y'all! Thank you so much for your encouragement! I wanted to try and keep up with my updates on Tuesdays so I spent the last 5 hours trying to finish this! with that said please ignore all mistakes as I have no beta.

This chapter does have some mild torture. If you don't like I'll summarize in the next chapter what you need to know.

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"Good morning!" Sam was startled awake by a voice that was way too happy. Slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes, Sam saw a blurry Millie sitting in front of him, a tray of oatmeal on the floor between them. His mental alarm knew it was way too early to be awake and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and curl up in the sheets of a warm bed. Sadly however, he did not have that warm bed and he knew Millie wasn't going to let him just slip into unconsciousness. "Thought I'd start your training today."

Yeah, that voice was definitely too happy. He decided right there that if it continued he was going to choke himself on the chain till he passed out to avoid hearing it anymore. "Oh joy." he mumbled. The Winchester sarcasm was awake at all times, even if he wasn't.

The smile he received for his comment looked strained. "I'm gonna let that one slide cause I haven't explained your rules yet." She patted his head like one would pat a puppy. "Rule one is really easy; don't speak without being told."

"Stay quiet, gotcha, speaking is off the tabl-" his retort was cut off when all the nerves in his chest screamed at him, the pain clenching his jaw shut. A few seconds later and the pain was gone and left him panting. After catching his breath he looked up to see a taser hanging loosely in Millie's hand.

"You can learn the easy way or the hard way Sam, but between you and me," she leaned next to his ear and whispered, "I prefer the hard way." Sam tensed and kept his eyes trained on Millie, who smiled as she returned to her chair. "Next rule, you do as you're told when you're told." She seemed to wait for another remark but Sam kept silent. "And final rule," Her blue eyes pierced into his and he had to fight the urge to shrink under the glare. "No contacting anybody. Not your brother, not your friend, not people passing on the street. Nobody knows that you don't want to be here." She seemed to wait for something. "Nod if you understand me." He nodded.

"Good." she kneeled in front of him again and pressed herself against him, her hands traveling from his stomach to his back. "We're going to test your rules Sam. I'm going to let one hand go, and all you're going to do is use it to eat, do you understand?" she whispered in his ear. Damn this woman needed to learn the meaning of personal space, he'd understand english if she was two feet away instead of two inches. He nodded again though. As much fun as he'd had yesterday making her feed him, he hadn't gotten much and his stomach had made it's opinion known.

Sam felt the chain slip off his wrist and his first instinct was to grab her wrist and bring it in front of him to get rid of her unwanted touches. Unfortunately, Millie took the action as trying to escape and he felt the cold metal points of the taser against his side before his nerves were on fire once more. The pain lasted longer this time, when it was done he slumped in his chains, his body drained of the little energy it had. "You want to try that again?"

"No." he whispered, too tired to shake his head. A hand in his hair pulled his head up to face Millie.

"No what Sam?" She held the taser to his cheek.

"No Ma'am."

"Better but I prefer to be called Miss, remember that." she patted his cheek with the taser and released her grip in his hair, letting his head fall back to his chest.

"You want to try eating now?"

"Yes Ma'- Miss."

"Do you need me to feed you Sam? You look tired." Sam wanted to gag at the almost nurturing tone in her voice. The woman's mood swings were really confusing him and his fried brain.

"N-no Miss. I can feed myself." he reached for the spoon, the muscles in his arm shaking slightly from the electricity still coursing through his body. He missed it once to Mille's amusement, before scooping small spoonfuls into his mouth. He finished about half the bowl before his arm gave out, dropping oatmeal onto his chest as the spoon fell from his lax grip.

"All done there Sammy?"

"Don't call me Sammy!" The taser was back again and this time it stayed for almost forty seconds, Sam's small gurgles of pain trapped behind his clenched jaw.

"Rule number one Samuel." She removed the taser and watched the young man's body twitch in the chains, his one free arm kept jerking forward. "Say it."

Sam took a few seconds to get his breathing under control before letting his inner Dean take over as he looked her straight in the eye. "It." He gave her a smug smile as surprise flitted across her face before being replaced with anger and Millie pressed the taser to his chest again, ripping a scream from him before his jaw was clenched again. Releasing him she pulled his head up to face her, although his eyes weren't able to focus on anything, and she just looked like a vaguely human smear. "Say the rule, Samuel." She growled.

"N-no no talkin-ing without being spo-spoken too." he stuttered out.

"Good job Samuel." she took his still slightly shaking arm in her hands and exchanged the taser for the syringe on the tray. "Try to remember those, it'll help you in the long run." After the injection she re-chained his wrist, getting all up in Sam's personal space before kissing his cheek as she stood up. "I'm going to visit your brother after work today so I won't be home when you wake up. Remember rule number three, I'll know if you break it." and with that she the sound of her heels against the floor filled the room before being cut off by the closing of the door.

Sam tried to resist the drug's pull but it was hard. He was pretty sure he had a slight concussion from getting his head slammed against the wall yesterday, and the lack of food and water was taking its toll. "Dean I'm gonna, I'm gonna enjoy watching you, watching you kill that evil bitch." He panted before the world faded to black.

Entering the motel room later that day she found Dean in the same position she had left him the day before, much to anyone's surprise. "Dean honey, you wouldn't believe how boring my day was!" She flopped next to him, propping her head up with her arm. Her free hand traced his arm lightly as she continued. "This old man came in and didn't know how to work the pump! He made me walk out there into the heat and show him how to fill up his car." she laughed absently. "I don't know how it's still legal for that man to drive honestly."

Dean's mouth twitched in a smile which she returned as she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander. Dean's reactions yesterday had worried her, and she thought there might be something wrong with the drugs. Last night she had called her friend in the hospital asking if the drugs are supposed to wear off that quickly.

"Well they aren't just knocking him out, they're keeping him in a coma like state." Stella explained patiently. "Patients in comas are known to react to people speaking to them. The more that they like the topic, the bigger the reaction. From what you told me about his relationship with his brother, I'm actually surprised Dean didn't try to attack you when you mentioned him."

"Well I didn't say anything about hurting Sam, I just mentioned that Sam was safe with me."

"Be careful about what you tell Dean. If he gets angry enough he could pull himself out of the coma before you are ready for him to wake up." the doctor paused and Millie could hear yelling on the other side of the phone. "Look I gotta go but I'll come check the boys out this weekend and make sure they're alright. See you at the arcade okay? Don't be late!"

Even though she knew he was still under, Stella's warning rang in her ears. "I know you probably won't like this but I started Sam's training today." Instead of a fleeting reaction, Dean's scowl stayed as she continued, although she was extremely cautious. "Look I know you don't think what I'm doing is right, but I'm doing this for us. I'm telling you now so that hopefully when you wake up, you'll see things from my perspective." The frown deepened and Dean's eyes were moving under his eyelids. Checking the time, she realized that it was almost an hour past when Dean should've gotten his next dose. How long did I spend thinking? Quickly grabbing the syringe from her purse, she grabbed his arm and injected the drug into him. He settled immediately, and she used her thumb to rub circle's on the back of his hand in what she hoped was a comforting action. A few minutes later she left, making sure that the salt lines were still in place.

Three years ago, she had teased him for being superstitious when he lined her apartment with salt. At least until a couple of nights later when she happened to meet his job at the time. Since then she found ways to keep salt unnoticed around the house, putting thin lines on top of door frames and putting salt as weights to her curtains. After checking the lines, she left, blowing a kiss to Dean as she closed the door.

"Morning Samuel." Sam's eyes shot open immediately, his hazel orbs trained to the floor.

Don't look your superiors in the eye, Day 2.

Sam had started numbering his days since training started. It was easier to remember the rules that way, a decision he made while doing chores on Day 4.

"Morning Miss." His voice was soft, not quite a whisper but it wouldn't be heard outside the house.

Inside voice Samuel, Day 2.

Sam still slept in the basement, still chained to the wall at night because of his attempted escape on Day 1. He shuddered at the memory of his punishment, could still feel the pain of the belt as it tore into his back. He remembers the warmth of the blood as it soaked his jeans, running down his legs to drip off his toes.

"It's Saturday Samuel," she began as she unchained him from the wall. Eleven days ago, Sam's first reaction would've been to run up the stairs and out of the house and never look back. But that was eleven days ago. Today, Day 11, he simply folded his hands in his lap and waited for Miss to give him chores. "I have guests coming over today so I need the house to be spotless. The kids I was babysitting for last night made a mess of both the kitchen and the living room. Clean that, then the bathrooms. Then sweep the back patio and if possible rake the leaves. Did you get that?" Her tone had changed in the last eleven days too. Where once she tried to sound like she cared, sounding like this was all for his good, now her voice was cold, sharp, and left no room for arguments.

What I say goes, Day 3.

"Yes Miss. Living room, kitchen, bathrooms, patio, leaves." he repeated. He felt a slight pang in his stomach. Miss wasn't able to give him food last night because of the kids, and he had skipped lunch in order to weed the flower beds.

"Good. I want it done by 5 tonight."

"Yes Miss." Sam had hoped she would remember food, he was going to need something or he was going to collapse. Miss had him doing chores till late, then while she ate, he would do his work outs. She tended to forget that he was human and needed food to live as well.

Don't speak unless spoken too, Day 1.

"Miss, can I have food?" His already quiet voice was even quieter, as he half hoped she wouldn't hear the question. He regretted it immediately when the footsteps stopped before turning and stomping back over to him. Sam tried to curl into himself in some desperate attempt to hide him from the impending punishment.

"What was that, Samuel?" A harsh hand gripped his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to meet her eyes. He felt himself shrink even smaller under her gaze. "Care to repeat yourself?"

"Food Miss. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, Miss." Her eyes hardened before slamming his head against the wall. Sam winced at the trickle of blood he felt run down his neck. He stared up at her waiting for the yelling to start and watched with wide eyes as she raged silently.

Finally she let go of his hair and he fell sideways at the sudden release, hitting the floor with a whimper. "Fine, you can have my leftovers." She seemed to notice the blood trailing down his back. She delivered a swift kick to his stomach, her tennis shoes weren't as sharp as heels, but she could kick harder in them. "Go get rid of that blood. Can't have you dripping blood everywhere."

"Yes Miss." With that, Sam almost sprinted up the stairs. Miss never let him spend too much time in the bathroom after Day 1. Grabbing one of the towels he's used for blood before, he wet it and began dabbing at the blood. The cut was small and wasn't deep as it had already stopped bleeding. After making sure the blood was gone Sam splashed some water on his face to help him focus. Looking up he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

"Damn it." Miss didn't want him wearing shirts, she liked to watch his muscles move beneath the skin as he cleaned, which was one of the reasons he still did work outs. The other was for Mister, a man that Sam was pretty sure he had never met, but Mister wanted Sam to stay in shape and stay relatively unharmed. Sam was pretty sure Mister would be disappointed in his appearance for sure.

Colorful bruising decorated Sams front along with several burns and a few welts from a belt. He turned around wondering at the damage done to his back. The gashes in his skin had long since scarred over, the criss-crossing white lines covered his back. There were a few more burn marks and some bruising but not as many as on his front. Sam caught sight of his face as well. He had a new thin scar on his cheek from being slammed against the wall so many times and his lip was still swollen from a few nights ago. Yep, Mister would be very upset that Sam broke his rule. He could only hope that Mister's punishments weren't as hard as Miss'.

"Samuel if you want any sort of breakfast, you get out of there right now!" Miss yelled.

"Yes Miss." Sighing Sam left the bathroom to start his day.

Sam often thought about his time before Miss while he worked, although he found that many of his memories were jumbled. A tall man would yell at him. Another man would laugh with him and give him books. He liked that man and hoped that he was his father. There was a black car with a loud rumble that felt safe, almost like home.

Sam's clearest memory was the man with the green eyes. The man had blond hair and freckles and was only slightly shorter than Sam though he was definitely older. In his memories the man would be smiling and laughing with Sam like they were telling jokes. He knew for sure that this man was his brother, and that his name was De, although he found it a strange name. Sam thought about De, the whole day while he worked. He imagined that De would drive up to the house in the black car and take him away from Miss. He and De would live happy lives somewhere far away from Miss. Of course that wouldn't happen.

He was working in the yard when Miss called him back inside. She was nursing a beer, her eyes were somewhere behind Sam as she spoke. "Go downstairs and wait Samuel. I'll be there in a minute."

"Yes Miss." He made sure to close the door to the basement, aware that Miss probably wouldn't make it down the stairs. His stomach clenched as he remembered the sight of the beer in her hand. Miss was always worse after she had been drinking. Sam curled up next to the heater, intending to nap while Miss had her guests over.

No one knows you're here, Day 7.

He learned that rule while Miss was drunk. She had come home to find Sam talking to Mrs. Walsburg, an older lady who lived across the street. She had seen Sam's bruises while he was mowing the front lawn and was trying to get him to explain. Sam had panicked when Miss drove up, unsure of how she would handle the situation. He could smell the alcohol the moment she opened the door. Mrs. Walsburg explained her concern to Miss, who told the woman that Sam was just extremely clumsy, and had tripped and fallen down the stairs. While the older woman didn't really seem convinced she dropped the matter. Miss had turned to him with rage, not even waiting till they were in the house before back handing him hard, sending him tumbling to the ground. That night almost rivaled Day 1.

Sam was awake when Millie got home. She made him review the lessons from that morning, and Sam followed everything. He needed to. He had a plan. He was going to escape, and he was going to escape that night. After an hour of drilling the rules into his head was when he got his opportunity.

"Miss, I need to use the bathroom." Sam knew there would be a punishment for speaking and expected the harsh kick to the stomach.

"We just finished going over the rules Samuel," Millie scolded.

"I'm sorry Miss. But I need to go." he shifted from leg to leg hoping the action helped sell his story, not that he was lying, he hadn't gone to the bathroom in close to a day.

"Fine." She unlocked him and led him up the stairs, making sure to keep her taser against his back. When they reached the bathroom she shoved him in and closed the door keeping it unlocked. "You have five minutes." Sam took care of business before he put his plan into motion. He burst through the bathroom door knocking Millie into the wall and took off down the hall to the front door. Getting closer he noticed one of those sliding chain locks and changed course to the back door which he knew for sure didn't have one. He had just touched the handle when he felt something jammed in between his shoulder blades and his nerves exploded. He let out a strangled scream as his muscles seized. The pain continued till he was on the brink of passing out and the taser was removed.

Sam groaned as his limp body was dragged across the floor and pushed through the basement door, sending him tumbling down the stairs.

Millie laughed as she dragged him to the middle of the room, his skin scraping across the floor. "Get up." she ordered, her voice cold. Sam tried to force his muscles to work but they weren't listening. Millie growled as she lifted her foot and delivered several kicks to his stomach, sneering as the young man curled into himself. She took his wrist and attached handcuffs to them which were connected to the ceiling, the chain ran through a metal loop very firmly attached to the ten foot ceiling. Millie pulled on the chain and Sam slowly dragged him self into a standing position, but Millie kept going, pulling his hands up till he was suspended a few inches off the ground.

"That was a really bad decision Samuel." She slipped Sam's belt from around his waist before walking behind him. "I think you need to learn a new lesson." Still, disoriented from the taser, Sam didn't notice her raise her arm and the belt until he felt the sharp sting of the leather dig into his skin.

"Never." Whap. "Run." whap. "Away." whap. "From." whap. "Me." whap. Millie kept up her beating until Sam's back was nothing more than bloody torn flesh. The young man's pain filled whimpers filled the room as she left.

Sam was woken up by the slam of the basement door. Looking up he saw Miss, one hand holding a bottle of Jack, the other, holding a belt. "Hello Samuel. Tonight's gonna be special!" She slurred. Sam crawled backwards until his back was pressed against the wall, wide eyes focused on the strip of leather.

De help me!

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