Warning: RAPE
Chapter 6: We just talked... Mostly
"Where is she?!" Adam demanded.
No one answered, how could they? They had no idea what had happened.
One minute she was there, the next, she had vanished.
"Do it." Lyrisa said, bravely.
Crowley grinned. "NO!" Sam, Dean and Adam shouted.
Crowley put his hand inside of Lyrisa's stomach, making her scream out in agony, and pulled out a glowing blue and white ball.
Not two seconds later, he was gone.
Then, something strange happened. Lyrisa closed her eyes, her head felt like it would explode.
When she opened her eyes, she was not only confused, but scared.
The scenery had somehow changed. Adam's house had vanished.
She was in Delaware. But how?
She was in a very small street, with no shops, only houses.
Looking around, she soon discovered that she was the only sign of life outside.
So the bewildered nephairy finally decided to knock on a door and ask to use a phone.
The gate creaked as she slowly pushed it open. The railings on the stairs were ice cold. And as Lyrisa knocked, she could have sworn she heard shifting ice.
The door creaked open. A man, with short sandy blond hair, and blue eyes opened the door. He smiled. "Hi... Um... Please could I borrow your phone?"
The man nodded. "Sure."
He gestured for her to come in. "Thank you.
Lyrisa stepped into the house and the door shut behind him.
Before she realized what mistake she had made by knocking on his door, he pushed her up against the wall. As she collided with it, the cold only got worse, after a while it was as if she was being stabbed with thousands of needles that only penetrated the first two layers of her ghost like skin.
His strong hands felt like they were made of ice. It felt a little like being pinched. It hurt, but not painful enough for her to cry, only enough to make her flinch away.
"What are you doing?!" She demanded. "Put me down."
The feeling faded as he gripped her tighter, only making it worse, into a foreboding kind of numbness.
At that point all of her extremities felt swollen, clumsy, stiff and useless, as though there had been a layer of water pumped under her skin that dulled the sensation of touch.
"I've waited a long time for this, Lyrisa." He grinned, knowing that he had her. Now and forever.
Sam and Dean had gone out to look for her. They had been gone a couple of hours.
Jack still didn't understand. Why would Cas have sold his sister's soul?
He knew she was special. But how did Cas even know her?
Abigail had fainted, she was only human after all.
Adam stared out of the window anxiously. "Adam... We'll find her."
His best friend turned and stared blankly at him. "What if we don't? What if Lucifer finds her first? Then what will we do? I can't lose her..." He added under his breath. Jack sighed, but he agreed. If they didn't find Lyrisa, she'd be worse then dead.
Lyrisa didn't understand. "How do you know me? Who are you?" She demanded.
He grinned. "I thought you'd of guessed that by now."
She struggled against him. Her feet were barely touching the floor. "What do you want?"
He chuckled as he pressed himself closer to her. "You really don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?" She asked. Her heart had started to pound so loud she could hardly think.
But as her setting changed and he was pushing against another wall, in a dimly lit room, she was too frozen with fear to think anyway.
"This."
He could no doubt see some emotion of fear in her face, but he doesn't care. In fact, it only made it more pleasurable.
He grabbed her wrist, as if to stop her from struggling, from fleeing. Her eyes were closed, waiting for him to kill her.
His grip tightened around her fragile wrist, tight enough to break it, tight enough to bring back a memory within her, so fierce and sudden that she gasped aloud, a shrill, shrieking sound, mistaken easily for a scream, of gentle hands caressing her ragged wrists, dancing across her too-thin body, of soft lips pressing against her own.
"No! Let me go!" She yelled, finally realizing who he was.
He laughed. "Hm. I don't think so."
She is struggled, against her will, fighting him off ,but his hands tighten even more, his mouth suddenly on her face, lips wet, forcing his way into her, as he has done how many other times, to her, in the cage.
She twisted her head, her own cheeks abruptly wet, a strangled noise erupting from deep within her throat, and he stuffs his tongue into her mouth, muffling the noises that she didn't want to make, but the memories- those memories were...
He pressed his body against hers, slamming her into the wall, her back pressed up against it. He forced himself upon her, and she thought she had accepted defeat- no not thought, knew, knew that she was defeated, knew that now, there was no way out.
He fitted both her ragged wrists into one hand easily, while the other traveled across her, rough and forceful, and as she struggled, he slapped her across the face, so hard she tasted her blood, and suddenly they were on the floor, his hands locked her arms in place, he knelt over her and...
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