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Scenes in this chapter may be disturbing to some people. You are warned.

Prue opened her eyes, she lifted her hand to the pain in her head. What happened? She thought. Then she remembered the demon. Prue sat up and looked around. The demon sat in a chair across the darkened room, Prue could just make out his outline in the gloom. He sat there unmoving watching her.

Prue for some reason unknown to her felt afraid. This demon was different from the ones she had faced before. She didn't know how but she could feel it. Some thing else lingered in him she didn't know what it was, but she didn't want to find out either.

'Who are you'? Prue said as bravely as she could.

The demon looked at her with unwavering eyes. Prue felt that those eyes could see right into her soul, she suddenly felt very vulnerable and naked in this demons presence. She shifted on the bed, and tried to regain her composter. Prue straightened her back and held up her head. I am not afraid. She told herself. But she was, she was very very afraid. Where are you Leo? Prue thought.

'Your white lighter can't feel you, and your sisters can't save you Wiccan'. The demon said in an almost purring voice.

Prue stiffened at the sound, she took a gamble and attempted to give this creep a telekinetic whammy, nothing happened. The demon smirked at her attempt.

'Your magic don't work on me'. He said smiling.

Prue swung her legs over the side of the bed and felt her knees buckle; she grabbed hold of the bedside table to stop herself from falling.

'What have you done to me'? she spat at the demon who was now crossing the room to where she stood.

'It's just the after effects of the sleeper I gave you. Nothing to alarm your pretty little head over'.

Prue felt his cold hand on her bare shoulder, she shivered under his touch, but not from cold.

'Who are you'? Prue said looking up at him.

'I am your worst nightmare wiccan'. The demon purred into Prue ear.

Prue felt her blood freeze as she felt his icy breath on her skin. Leo, Piper, Phoebe where are you? Prue called silently.

In one swift movement the demon shoved Prue back on the bed, she tried to scramble away but his weight held her there, she felt his ice cold hands grip her wrist in an iron grasp and she couldn't help but cry out at the pressure. The demon held her hands above her head, and bound them to the head board with strong rope.

'How does it feel to be helpless'? He said looking down at Prue as she struggles against the rope.

'Go to hell'. Prue snarled at him.

'Oh no witch, that's where your going. You will beg me to kill you before the end'.

The demon began to trace his hand along Prue's stomach, lifting her top up slightly. Prue tried to kick him, but she couldn't reach. The demon laughed at her attempts and lifted her top up higher, his cold hand brushing against her skin.

'You have no idea how long I have waited to have you. To touch you, to feel you. To hear you scream'. He growled.

Prue struggled against the ropes that bound her hands, she felt the skin on her wrists coming away as the rope cut into her skin, warm blood ran down her arms and rested on the pillow where her head lay. She cringed as she felt him lift her top up to expose her breasts.

'Please don't' Prue begged.

The demon laughed at her plea and bent his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Prue felt tears run from her eyes, as he moved his head lower down her flat stomach, his fingers undoing the button on her jeans, he slide them over her legs and tossed them to the floor, his hands hovered over her lace panties for a second before he removed them also, she felt his cold breath on her skin and she closed her eyes, silently calling for Leo to help her. But he didn't come.

Prue felt his weight on top of her again, she felt the cold skin of his naked body on top of hers, she sobbed for him to stop, but he just laughed at her. Prue felt strong hands part her legs; she struggled against them but to no avail.

The demon moaned as his thrust into her so hard Prue cried out in pain. He could hear her sobs as he raped her, but he didn't stop. The sobs from the witch making him more excited, she would do more than sob by the time he had finished with her.