Buffy jumped over the barrel coming towards her. She landed into a crouched roll and grabbed the demon's large leg and tugged. Like a rock falling onto water the splash of sound made was immense. The demon pushed forth his left foot or hoof or whatever it was and sent Buffy back into more than three dozen wooden boxes. She wiped clean her Express jeans and jumped up into the air clutching to a small rope. Finally, she wedged her body between the boxes and kicked through the wall of boxes she had been flung over. With a small landing she ran to the demon. Braced for a punch, he grabbed her elbow and pushed it in, using her weight to pull her own body down to the cement floor. She cried out and writhed in pain. All she saw was his footy thingy kick her in the skull.
Three hours later, no one showed up. No one came for her anymore. Everyone had left their homes and their lives in locations and moved to a new place. She felt weak. It wasn't a feeling she ever had to be accustomed too. She rolled over onto her stomach, with her elbow scratching on the floor. The silent gasps kept leaving her body. She hoped someone out there would see this. See her. Feel her presence. But no one even understood where she was. She wasn't in a country, or in a dimension, she was in what she thought was Heaven. Buffy had died before and the mark They gave to her, made her feel like where she was prior to life was heaven. She had no clue They had conditioned her to think this way. No clue that all they wanted was Buffy back. They needed entertainment. These demons and witches, needed to hurt her. Needed to feast on her. She was vulnerable for once in her life. She knew it. They knew it. And Buffy had only one reason to survive. To one day maybe be brought back. But she was stupid, they wouldn't be dumb and bring back a slayer. When so many now lived. No. They'd understand her wish. Hell, she made a big deal about this place. This…hell.