"Its not permanent but its away from those…" Crowley said tossing his angel blade on the nearby hotel end table. He was cut off as the second time that night Brandi emptied the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Crowley crinkled his nose. "Clean yourself up you're disgusting." He said turning away from her.

"W..where the fuck am I? Where did you take me demon? WHY did you take me?" Brandi asked in rapid succession. Hysteria had set in.He was at her side in an instant.

"Listen here human. You are now my property. I want your gift, and there isnt anything you can do to get away from me anyways. But there are some fucking rules you need to follow. First you will address me as king is that clear?" He whispered threateningly to her, inches from her face. She stared up at him in fear. "IS THAT CLEAR?" He yelled this time. She nodded. "Second, you will listen to me. When I give you a command or task you will follow it with no complaints or objection. If you do I will discipline you. Understood?" He said less angry this time. Another nod. "Third, you are not to back talk or sass me, or you will be disciplined accordingly. And Fouth, you are my property now. And I will do with you what I see fit." This got a reaction out if her.

"Fuck you I'm not anyone's property. I'm not a fucking dog, and you cant make me listen to you. It's called free.." Brandi yelled till she was cut off.

Crowley had used his power to magically hold her against the wall to his height by her throat. She clawed at her throat, kicking out, and gasping for air. Whatever held her by her there was tightening fast and hard. It hurt to breathe and staying conscious was getting harder too. Before she blacked out Crowley released her, causing her to slump to the floor gulping for air. He came and squatted in front of her.

"Any objections?" He said as he brushed some of the hair out of Brandis' face gently.

He was terrifying to her. Angry one second and civil the next. She groaned letting him know she got the picture. This time he threw a towel at her.

"Bathrooms through that door, now go clean yourself up." He said more sternly pointing at the only other door in the room. She quickly obeyed, wanting to get away from him.

She took her time in the shower, the water felt good on her skin. She hissed as the water hit her cuts. Before she had gotten in she had examined her body. It was bruised in several places aside from the claw marks. It felt good to get the makeup off and wash her body of the feeling of exploded…whatever the hell that was…werewolf? She was still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened that evening.

She honestly wished she had been more hung over from the previous night to get up for her shift. Now she was…somewhere…with some demon or king of hell or whatever. She was lost in thought when she heard pounding on the door. She had been in there for a good 45 minutes already. She hurried up and shut off the water and got out, not wanting to incur his wrath any more than she already had.

She found when she stepped out of the shower a fresh pair of clothing had been placed on the toilet cover. She decided not to question how it got there. She quickly donned the long sleepwear and exited the bathroom. Brandi was met with an interesting sight. Crowley had discarded his coat on the only chair in the room. His tie was loose and haphazardly hung from his neck. He had undone several shirt buttons, his chest hair peeking through, and rolled up his sleeves. He was visibly sweating, beads formed on his brow. He was pacing the room until she came out of the bathroom.

Brandi eyed him carefully, he had this agitated look in his eye.

"Sit." He ordered her pointing to the chair by the bed. Brandi complied, sitting quickly. Only when Crowley pulled out a needle, syringe, and elastic band did she start to grow uneasy.

"I didnt fucking sign up for that." She said quickly eyeing the items in his hand. She had to plot her escape somehow.

He could tell she was going to run, so instead snapped his fingers, and zip tied her wrists to the chair arms.

"Hey! What the fuck is this?" Brandi questioned her voice growing more shrill.

Not caring to answer Crowley yanked up her shirt sleeve and tied the elastic band around her upper arm. She started to struggle more. Flashing her a hard threatening look she stilled. He flicked her vein a few times before plunging the needle in. Untying the elastic before pulling back on the syringe to draw her blood. He groaned at the sight of it filling up. When it was full Crowley hastily withdrew, syringe in hand, to the bed.

He had tried to hide it from her by facing away, but Brandi had glanced him injecting her blood into his own arm. His skin riddled with needle marks and new and healing bruises. He let out a low groan as the blood entered his system his head falling back in ecstacy. He visibly relaxed, inhaling slowly before setting the syringe on the table and readjusting his clothes. When he was a bit more presentable he turned back to the woman.

"What the fuck." Was all she could say.

"Hmmm you've got quite the potty mouth don't you darling?" Crowley said walking over and tipping her chin up with his finger. "We'll be doing that at least twice a day so get use to it." Crowley added not caring to explain to her why. "Now go lay down and sleep, we have a lot to do in..four hours." Crowley said looking at his watch. Snapping his fingers Brandi was released, and free of zip ties.

"Yea..sure…sleep." She replied adding air quotes around the last part of her sentence. "Look dude is there at least like any way you could make your creepy eyes go away?" she asked sitting on the bed staring at him.

"King." He replied letting her mistake slide. She was confused until she realized he was correcting her for not calling him the king.

"Is there any way you could make your creepy eyes go away your esteemed assholiness?" she retorted. She regretted it when he took her neck in his hands.

"Watch youself human, you're treading dangerous territory, I gave you one chance to correct yourself, if I were you ide be careful with the sass." He said before shoving her back.

Realizing he wasn't going to answer her she hesitantly slipped under the blankets. Sleep never came, but she closed her eyes to at least try and relax. That was short lived.

When she closed her eyes and faced away from him, Crowley finally relaxed a bit. Keeping a human blood slave was going to be difficult. Headstrong things they were. If he needed to, he would discipline her. Perhaps a little torture would straighten her out. She was a little spit fire, and he knew her sass would eventually get her in trouble. Crowley awaited the day he could really show her who was boss.

*I wanted to apologize idk why the paragraphs arent coming up as double spaced, and the fic looks like one big smudhed thing. i havent slept yet and am sleep deprived, but enjoy!*