She woke up in a room she had never been in before. She was lying on a mattress in the corner with a blanket over her. She sat up and looked around. Not much too see. A table with four chairs and a naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The door was in the opposite corner and it had a small window in it. She could only guess who was on the other side of that door able to keep track of her through that window.
She got to her feet and quietly made her way towards the door. She stopped and leaned up against the wall next to the door. She listened but she couldn't hear anything. She took a deep breath and slowly stepped towards the window to look out. She let out a low sound of shock as she locked eyes with Dean. He was standing one meter from the door just looking at her through the window as if he had been waiting for her to look out of it. She hurried backwards, hoping he hadn't seen her, although she knew that wasn't the case. The door opened and Dean entered.
"Look who's awake," he said and smirked as he slowly made his way towards her.
She kept movind backwards until her back hit the wall.
"Stay away from me, asshole!" She sneered.
He just laughed as he continued towards her. He stopped right in front of her and looked down on her.
"What are you gonna do, little girl? Try and fight me? Try and make a run for the door? I think you already know who's also waiting in the other room," he said and smirked.
She slapped him hard. He turned his head to the side as her hand connected with his cheek. He smirked again as he turned his head back to face her. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up against the wall. Her feet dangled in the air, her hands went to his hand. She tried to scratch him to make him let go while she gasped for air.
"We're only supposes to hurt her, not kill her," Seth's voice sounded from the open door.
"Stephanie also told us to torture her as much as we like and I'm really liking this," Dean said.
He kept her up there a few more seconds before finally letting go. She collapsed on the floor, still gasping for air. He bent his knees and looked at her.
"Yes, I'm really liking this and they'll be plenty more of that," he said.
She didn't dare to look at him. Her eyes were glued to the floor while still trying to control her breathing. Footsteps were walking towards them and Dean stood up and stepped back. She saw the boots stopping right in front of her face. She knew it was Roman. He reached down, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the mattress again. He threw a bottle of water down next to her and then he walked away again without saying anything. She heard the door close shortly after. They didn't lock it though so she knew they would be staying on the other side.
She finally sat up and looked towards the door. Roman was watching her through the window. She opened the bottle of water and took a sip. He nodded slightly at her, then walked away from the window.
"Asshole!" She said out in the empty room.