My gaze fell upon the glowing fireplace. I smiled to myself and reached out for the jet black poker, its cool surface resting lightly on my hand as I begin the process by shoving it deep into the coals of the blaze. This should be fun. This will be just like home, now. Won't it? Oh, yes. I don't miss it, but I sure do love what I learned there.
"There we go. Should remind you of hell, Dean. The flames, the searing, acrid smell of burning flesh."
She takes a deep breath as if to savor the aroma in the air now; flesh, blood, burning wood, and white-hot metal.
I pulled out the poker, shook my head, unsatisfied with the slight glow, and placed it back in the fire. They need to burn…he needs to burn. I can't stand it anymore! I turn my attention back to the boys.
She comes closer to the boys, rubbing her hand across Dean's face, as if in comfort, then scratching his skin with her finger nails, drawing four thin lines blood as she went. The female demon then pulls a vial and syringe out of her pocket.
"While we wait, how about some chemical warfare? You know what the CIA used in the past? What a special demon we all know and love used, well, after a fashion, anyway? 3-Quinuclidinyl benzilate. Makes all the pain sensors in your body do a dance. And we all know how you love to dance, Dean."
I can't wait to see their reaction to this. It's going to be the best. Still not nearly enough for all that they; that HE did to me. I filled up the syringe with the liquid and jabbed it into Dean's arm. Then I filled it again and rammed the needle home into Sam's, watching them both wince in pain and greedily praying that the effects are fast acting.
"You should be used to this by now, Dean." She watches in wonder as both jerk and twitch. Their senses becoming heightened so that all sound, light, touch; any stimuli, is painful. They strain against their bindings then cry out in agony as the very touch of the rope drives them mad.
She loves every minute of it.
Yes! Finally, after all those years and years. It's payback time! You, and everyone one you love Winchester!
She turns to the fire and reaches out for the poker, now a glowing orangish-red: truly reflecting the colors and the heat of hell. The flames cast a dizzying display on the walls and floor. They add to the intensity of the situation and make it all the more sinister because they writhe like damned souls trying to escape the rack.
"I figure since I can't bring you to hell, I'll bring hell to you, Dean."
She watches the shocked look on his face, well, at least above his nose. It's the eyes that show the most. They were always soulful green eyes.
"You know what it's like to have your eyes burned out, Dean? It's not a picnic. They melt, like jelly. You've seen it, I'm sure. It's terribly painful at first, but they get deadened as time goes on. The screams stop, right?"
I shudder inside a bit at the thought. Remembering how it felt in hell, the heat on my eyes, the horror of knowing what was happening and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. Shaking it off, I turn back to the present, and my wildest dream coming true. Now was not the time to get squeamish and nostalgic. Stay focused!