Hi, guys! :) I know it's been too long since the last time I updated, longer than I thought it'd be, and I really sorry about that. There're so many things going on around me and it's really hard to find time and desire to write. But I promise to finish this story (otherwise there's great possibility my friend M. to kill me :D ) and I'll try to update more often, even to go back to my regular posting schedule, but we'll see.
Anyway, I hope you'll like the new chapter. :) And huge thanks to Lexi about her review - I hope you didn't give up on the story because of the huge delay in updating it and I hope you'll enjoy the development. :)
Warning: violence and torture
Loud cry of pain echoes through the empty room. I can't recognize my own voice anymore. The pain is unbearable, tearing me apart, conquering my body and destroying it from the inside. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, I can barely breathe, every inhale causing me unimaginably strong pain, my throat is sore from so much screaming and crying. I'm thirsty, my lips are split, swollen and so cracked I can feel the taste of blood in my mouth. I feel too weak even to try to move even though I feel my body numb. I have no strength even to try how well tied up I am to the cold metal table.
The demon, torturing me, hovers over me with a vicious smile holding the bloody knife for me to see it. I'm in so much pain it's hard to tell which part of my body he's tormenting right now.
"You know…" I say with a shaky breath "You're sticking this in all the wrong places…" and I cry as he carves it in my ribs, I choke out blood and manage to put a smile on my lips "Tell me… is this making you feel more like a man?" he stabs me again and my scream echoes through the room
"Crowley wants to know everything" the demon calmly states, inspecting carefully the blade he's holding "So why don't you give up on your stubbornness and tell me what he wants? It'll be easier for you that way. Less… painful."
"Oh, bite me!" I growl at him and spit blood in his face
He slowly wipes it away, his face remaining calm but I can tell he's angry with me. Good. I smile at him. Messing around with my torturer is the only variety in my time, filled with the monotony of pain and agony.
"Suit yourself" the demon shrugs and again uses his knife on me
I scream and cry, I don't care how loud I shout and curse. It hurts and this is the only way to ease the pain a little. In the beginning I promised myself to not show them my pain. And I managed to keep my promise for a while. The demon cut, carved and stabbed, molesting my body and for a long time I didn't make a sound. But as time passed by and he got more and more creative with all the sharp objects he had on his little trolley with torture instruments, getting to know my body and what hurt me the most, something in me broke and the screams started leaving my lips. I don't know for how long I'm here, for how long this son of a bitch is torturing me. Sometimes he leaves me alone and comes later with new determination to make me talk. I just laugh at his face. He'll never make me talk. I was in Purgatory, I tortured dozens of demons to get there and pain doesn't scare me. I know I can resist it, I can take it all. As long as I know Sam and Dean are safe and away from harm, there's nothing that I can't take. Dean is safe and that's the most important thing. This thought keeps me from losing my mind, from braking down.
I feel painfully well how the demon carves the blade inside me, twisting it and pushing further… My nerves are aching, my head gets dizzy, my vision blurs… I can feel how blood is draining down from my wounds making little red pools on the floor. Everything hurts, every part of my body is in pain. The cold air is hitting my naked body but my skin is so heated that I don't feel it. I have a fever… The demon Crowley sent to torture me looks at me with a grim face… Darkness envelopes me and I pass out.
Ice cold water showers me and I take a deep breath, coughing and gagging. The same demon, the same tools in his hands as he leaves the empty bucket on the floor…
"Rise and shine" he says wickedly with a vicious grin across his face
I just glare at him. I don't know how much time I was unconscious. But what I don't feel is pain. Which means the demon cured me so he can start all over again. I carefully stretch my body, trying to move a little, but the bondage is really secured.
"Don't bother, darling" a well-known voice says "Trevor's real good at what he's doing"
"Crowley" I hiss and turn my head trying to see him "Here for the show?"
The King of Hell slowly enters the field of my vision. He's all smug, looks calm and enjoying himself. I almost believe he's carefree. But my gut tells me he's here for a reason. Something's bothering him and he believes I have the answers to his problems.
"I stopped by to see you" Crowley smiled "You might have changed your mind"
"Your precious Trevor don't inform you often enough or what?" I arch my brows
"What are the Winchesters up to?" Crowley ignores my words and asks his question
"I've got no idea what you're talking about" I innocently say
"They killed my hound, they released your lovely Daddy…" Crowley now seems frustrated, almost yelling
"Careful with the blood pressure, darling" I mock at him "Man on your age…" but I don't get to finish because he stabs me in the abdomen, twisting the knife
I clench my teeth, trying not to cry in pain. It seems as eternity has passed by before he pulls the blade out. I gasp in pain, trying to breathe steadily. Shallow breaths, minimal movement of the muscles…
"Where's Kevin?" Crowley tries with another question
"Kevin? Kevin who?" I ask breathlessly, seeing in delight as Crowley's face grows red "You choke on something or what? You look like…"
With angry yell, Crowley digs the knife in me again. I shiver as the blade sinks in my flesh, tearing me. And the game continues. He asks questions, I am a smartass; he carves in me, causing cries of pain and it all start all over again. Every nerve is burning in immeasurable agony, lightnings of pain shoot through my body as Crowley plays on doctor, trying to figure it out what exactly will make me lose my tongue. At some point my sarcastic answers and mocking behavior just disappear. I have no strength left in me to play smartass. I feel how my blood is dripping down from every wound, gash and cut. Crowley's good, every touch of his causes pain, every brush against my skin sends waves of pure agony through me. I'm so hurt and sore I don't even scream anymore. My throat hurts, I barely manage to breathe, every inhale and exhale causes me pain. I feel weak and really tired, I can barely hear the questions Crowley yells in my face… What are Sam and Dean doing? Where is Kevin? What happened to the angel tablet? Where's Castiel? Where the Winchesters hide? Who else helps them? Where's the other half of the demon tablet? My vision is blurred, I can feel the blade carving in my flesh, inflicting more wounds, making the blood flow faster… I see blood drops all over Crowley's face, his suit is ruined… That's when I see it… There, in the inside pocket of his jacket… The half of the demon tablet… the one Kevin needs to figure out all the trials… I blink furiously, trying to ignore the luring darkness that's trying to cover me.
"Why did they kill my hellhound?" Crowley hisses in my face
I just stare blankly at him, not able even to talk anymore. The pain is overwhelming, clouding all my senses. Everything starts and ends with it. My body is a boneless mess that hurts so much, tears are streaming down my face. There's not enough air, I can't breathe… I pant as I try to inhale, then I realize I don't feel my body – no pain, no nothing, just scary numbness and I just relax back on the cold table, giving up. Darkness grows around me, enveloping me in cozy warmth, my vision blurs and everything becomes black. The last thing I see is Crowley's angry face.
I blink as I try to focus my eyes on my surroundings. There's a strange noise, very familiar but I can't recognize it… Silhouettes, still too blurred for me to see them clear, are quickly moving around me, there are yells, cries, shouts and thuds. I shake my head trying to clear my vision. Pain shoots through me. I pull my hands only for my movements to be stopped by the straps, but my legs are free… I look around, alerted from what's happening around me – there's a fight, for what I can say angels have invaded the room, killing methodically every demon who steps on their way. I see how Crowley stabs an angel and his wings braze on the wall behind its owner but then another angel manages to grab the tablet from Crowley's inside pocket and before the demon can do something, the angel disappears.
Suddenly a figure hovers over me, a bloody angel blade in its hands. It's an angel, who with a swift move cuts the straps holding me to the table.
"Come with me" he says and helps me to stand up
My body hurts, every movement causes me pain but I force myself to do as I'm told. I don't know why angels are here to help me and if it's better to stay here, in Crowley's torture hall or to go with them, but I know I have no choice. If I resist, they'll just use brutal force on me and take me wherever they want. There's no point of struggling. With heavy sigh I cast my legs over the table edge and stand up… only for my legs to bend under my weight and if it wasn't the steady hand of the angel, I was going to fall. I can't even feel embarrassed for my clumsiness or my naked body. The moment he puts a tight grip on me, the angel yells to his comrades.
"I've got the girl!"
And all of a sudden we're in a nice room with a huge bed in the middle. I carefully look around and see an open door leading to a bathroom. Then I notice the underwear and the clothes on the bed. I look up to the angel who brought me here.
"Where are we?" I inquire, still relying on his grip to stand upright – I'm that weak
He looks down at me and silently presses two fingers to my forehead. The pain decreases to bearable irritating feeling. I look down to my body – all the wounds are closed, even though they are still healing. I wonder why he didn't cure them completely but push the question aside.
"Thanks" I say to the angel
"Get ready" he simply says "She's waiting for you"
Before I can ask anything, he vanishes. Stupid angels. I shake my head and slowly head to the bathroom, impressed how luxurious it looks. It takes me more time than I think to take a shower and to rub off all the dirt and dried blood off of me because I feel weak and dizzy. But at least I slake my thirst, drinking as much water as I want. I envelope my body with a soft towel and carefully enter the bedroom. It's so nice to feel something different touching my skin than cold torturous metal and blades. My body still hurts but it's bearable. Then I see a tray on the bedside table with sandwiches and bottle of beer. I raise my brows. How the fuck do they know what I like? I shake my head and sit on the bed, taking a huge bite of the sandwich. It's so nice to taste food again. I don't rush eating everything because I know I'll get sick if I eat it at once. I dress up, surprised that the underwear and the clothes are exactly my size, even when I've lost couple of pounds during my stay with Crowley. I sigh and look around. I know something's off. I can feel it in my gut. All of this is too good to be true.
As I chew another bite of the sandwich I wonder about Sam and Dean… If they are okay? If Sam's feeling better, if they are looking for me… They probably are, but this here isn't their doing. If it was, I was going to be with them right now…
An angel shows out of nowhere and makes me jump, ready to fight. Realizing there's no treat, for now, I relax and shrug apologetically.
"Follow me" he says and leads me down to blinding white corridors with numerous doors with names and year tags on them.
I can't stop wondering where the hell I am. It's no good… I've got really bad feeling about all of this. The angel stops in front of a glass door and holds it open for me. I enter into a spacious office in white. Behind a white desk sits a woman with bright blue eyes and brown hair, tied into a bun. She looks really sophisticated in her suit. There's a welcoming smile playing on her lips. But the look in her eyes… I don't buy this hospitality; something in her looks puts me on the edge. Then my eyes dart over the desk surface, immediately seeing the half of the demon tablet that used to be in Crowley's possession. When I enter the bright office, the woman stands and her smile grows.
"Braeden Singer, so nice to finally meet you" she motions for me to sit in the white chair in front of her desk "My name's Naomi."
"Shit!"
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