Part 5 Chris's POV
THEN
The demons roared with laughter. Laughter that followed me as I slipped into blackness. Before I fell into unconsciousness I found myself shrieking:
"DADDY!"
NOW
Something was biting me. Not only that but it was rubbing against my wrists and ankles causing painful friction as the course feeling irritated my skin whenever I tried to move. I had been drugged which was a dead set fact, my guessing was Chloroform. Still sluggish, I rose my sagging head slightly.
"Wakey wakey princess," crooned a voice followed by an icy hand slipping under my chin. "Time to open those gorgeous green eyes."
My eyes cracked open a fraction, allowing me some time to see the Asian demon glaring at me with her black orbs. As her hand cupped my face, her deep purple nails glided across my cheeks, in a gentle way that was almost soothing. Glancing down I realised what was causing my wrists and ankles discomfort, thick industrial rope was biding me to a chair. Suddenly I was animated, fear quivering internally and externally. Duck tape had been slapped across my mouth so the only sounds escaping my lips were small petrified whimpers. The Asian demon stroked my face as she tried to hush me.
"There's no point in screaming sweetheart," she cooed, smiling sweetly. "Nobody can hear you."
Her lipstick oozed across her plump lips as she grinned. On her haunches she cocked her head at me.
"I believe we haven't been introduced properly," she said. "My name is Kira. And I know who you are, Christina Winchester."
I frowned. Forever curious I waited for what she had to say next.
"I've heard your story," Kira began. "Quiet a sad one if you ask me. Mommy erupting into flames above your cot leading to a life on the road with your Daddy and big brothers. Growing up without the hint of a normal childhood."
I screwed my eyes shut. I had heard enough. Kira wasn't finished yet, she had just begun. Looming forward till she was inches away from my nose she uttered menacingly:
"When you think about it really carefully, everything is your fault. The fire did start in your nursery after all. Perhaps that's why Daddy doesn't love you. Because you killed Mommy. The way he treats you is appalling. Bossing you around, forgetting your birthday, and even leaving you alone in some run down dump of a motel. Your family probably wishes that you were never born. You caused your family's downfall."
Demons normally give false facts and tell lies but this was no lie. It was the truth. Maybe it would have been better if I was never born. Forget the maybe, it would have been better if I was never born. May the 2nd 1991 was an jinx upon my family, normality died that day. Tears pooled in my eyes as the image of my Mom floated in my mind. She had such a zest for life and her kids. Her image smiles adoringly at me which sends the tears cascading down my face.
The words I'm so sorry Mom was repeated mentally in my head, I could hear Kira titter. It came to my attention that she was talking to the other demons.
"Damn Kira your good," said the buzz cut male demon with an impressed expression. "You really know how to make a kid cry."
Kira swooped her raven hair over her shoulder and stood at an angle with her hand on her hip, thumb hooked around the belt loop casually. Through my cloudy vision I could make out the male demon's stance. He too had trances of dark hair despite a majority of it been shaved off, which contrasted against his olive skin. The earth colored t-shirt he was wearing highlighted his developing ab muscles. Kira slinked her arms around his waist.
"It's all a matter of practice CJ," Kira pointed out. She added seductively as she pressed herself up against CJ's toned body. "Stick with me and I'll show you all kinds of tricks."
Look away God damn it, look away I murmured to myself just as CJ and Kira began locking lips. After several minutes, Kira departed leaving me with CJ.
"Your turn," I heard her say as she swayed out the dark cellar.
Huh? What?
CJ cracked his knuckles, a sound that sent ripples of panic throughout my body. A sneer spread across his lips as he stalked closer and closer.
This is gonna hurt
Balling up my hands I waited for the dreaded impact.
Smack!
Sonofabitch! That hurt!
Smack!
Oucccchhh!
His fist crunched into the side of my face, making me cry out in pain. My eyes watered but the bastard didn't stop.
Smack!
Stop it please! Your hurting me!
Obviously that was his angle. I could feel a bruise forming on my jaw due to the fierce force of the punch. Sure I've been punched in the face before but this was a whole different kettle of fish.
Smack!
Please stop!
Smack!
Stop it!
Smack!
My brother is gonna castrate you when he comes for me!
Smack!
Rescue me Daddy! I can't hold on forever!
Smack!
Somebody help me!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
DDDDEEEAAANNNN!
To be continued…..
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