Author's note: I am a terrible terrible person. First, I don't update this story for months and now I write this chapter. I'm going to hell.
Chapter Three
Cries of anguish and agony rebounded against the metal walls, like firecrackers in a tin can. Such sounds took an inhuman quality in their tones as they echoed down the halls and corridors of the abandoned asylum. This was a place where Fear lived, Hopelessness bred, and Despair reigned. If this was not Hell, it was its twin domain.
Bobby wailed and thrashed about as the second six inch nail was driven into his right hand by the demon whore "V." It wasn't hammered, but slowly seesawed and shoved viciously through the delicate tissue of skin and tendons, splintering the complex little bones into jagged teeth, all the way through the blood stained wooden arm of his chair.
"GOD…STOP, STOP, STOP..OH GODDD…AHHHHHK!" Salty tears trailed down his blood flushed face. He didn't have a chance to catch his breath before the bitch started on his left hand. Expletives of all kinds spewed from Bobby's lips like sour milk. The demon mewed like a Queen in heat, savoring every cry and whimper from her captive's face.
With a split and snap of thin bones popping through the fragile skin and the creaking floor boards below his feet, the old hunter's vision began to cloud away. Sound began to turn down its own volume, while his stomach turned. Three of his fingers in his right hand and two in his left were numb now. Nerve damage can be a beautiful thing.
A calloused slap across his face brought him back. "Don't you checkout early, Big Boy. We haven't gotten to the good part yet." V whispered to Bobby before licking his ear sending frozen fingers down his spine.
"Okay, bring out our next contestant." Turning back to the fatigued hunter, she winked. With a thump and drag, the men in the white coats hauled a mangled figure through the steal doors. His skin was in ribbons hanging loosely and dripping blood. They had beaten him within an inch of his life. The poor bastard was naked and half nailed to a makeshift cross, crowned with barbwire. The way they made him drag himself on his knees, his hands like Bobby's firmly nailed down, but stretched out unto a thick wooden beam made his back arch into an impossible position. Inch by inch the pitiful thing crawled, stumbling over the massive wait and slipping on his own hemoglobin.
Every time he faltered, the demons laughed and kicked at him. V stooped beside the elder hunter and placed a thin piece of parchment on his lap, "Well, Grumpy, what do you think?"
Bobby looked down to see what the demon gave him. The parchment was old, ancient. Words or perhaps symbols were scratched upon it as well as a very detailed illustrations of a winged beast tied to a long pole. It was difficult to make out, but he could see a few more sketching centered around the bird like thing. Three creatures surrounded it as well as a fourth. The fourth was the largest of them. Drawn with canine like features, four legged, fur, and a large muzzle, Bobby could tell this was not exactly a dog or a wolf. It's teeth were bared in a snarl and was mounting the bird. What the hell was this? "So, you gave me a porno pic of interspecies mating. What, got tired of traditional torture and decided to try a something new, huh? What is it? Death by confusion?"
"You're a card, you know that?" V laughed. Bobby in turn gave his best brave smile, making V almost hysterical. "Oh, I really thought you were the brains of this little outfit. That's right, I know you Bobby Singer. I know about your little library and all the HELP you so generously give to hunters. I also know about Twedle Dee and Twedle Dumb and derailing the whole Apocalypse shindig. So, you can cut the dumb blond act now, sweet'ums."
"What the hell are you jabbering on about?" The hunter hit the rewind button in his noggin to review what this bitch was really after.
"MY BOOK!" V stuck his face so hard, Bobby's teeth chomped the inside of his cheek filling his mouth with the metal flavor of blood. Hauking back the man gave the bitch a taste. Ruby saliva and pale mucus splattered against the demon woman's nose and lips.
V whipped at it and then cackled at such a futile show of payback. "Have it your way. I hope you enjoy the show." Motioning at the coated men, V blew the hunter a kiss.
The bastards took hold of the wrecked man and half pulled half threw him in front of Bobby's chair, the wooden plank hitting the floor not three inches away from his own foot. The shambled man turned up his face to the hunter's and not a second after Bobby caught sight of him, his face blanched.
"Cas?"
The angel's face was masked in congealed blood and dried sweat. His eyes were cloudy and distant, not seeing his friends horror struck expression. Not seeing the assortment of debauchery a head of him. Not seeing his innocence being ripped away right from under him.
V yanked up Castiel by the hair of his head and laid it in the old human's lap. "Balance," she cooed before spreading the angel's legs and securing his thighs to Bobby's chair legs with chains. Looking up threw fake lashes the demon smiled up at the old guy's face. "Think he needs a pillow first?"
"YOU CANT DO THIS. HE'S A ANGEL. PLEASE, please just tell me what you want. You mentioned a book, please, what what book?" Bobby's eyes began to tear. He couldn't let this happen. She wasn't really going to do this, was she?
"We'll talk about that later. It's play time now." Her spidery filangies began to roam over Castiel's flogged body, moistening them along the way with his own liquid iron. Skittering along the fatted check of his buttocks and down the opening of his crack, V's nimble fingers began their venture around the puckered rim.
The angel began to thrash about almost loosing the balance of the beam, before V took hold of it. "No, no, you disgusting whore. RELEASE ME!"
"Oh baby, you'll get your release soon. Trust me."
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