WARNING: MORE RAPE... told you it'd get violent...

Chapter 7: Lucifer's Got Her

Dean stopped the engine of his trustworthy Chevrolet impala, and looked over at the house. "Is that it?" He asked his brother, who had a sheet of paper in his hand.

He read it. "Yeah, it has to be. Adam said it was the only house ever built here."

They stepped out of the car and stopped, admiring the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

Peeping through the gaps of the concrete slab path at the front of the house grew a delightful disarray of mixed hardy annual flowers. Along the right hand side of the same path was a flowerbed in which grew a large quantity of white and yellow Plumeria.

Even Dean, who wasn't really a flower person, couldn't help but admire the scented stock of white roses, red tulips and white and blue Lisianthus.

It was as if Lyrisa had every flower in existence in her garden. But even they knew that was impossible.

There were even blue iris's, honesty, lilacs, forget me nots. But the one thing that no one could miss, was the lonely cherry blossom tree that was placed in the exact center of the garden.

"Sonofabitch." He stated.

Sam's eyes widened. "Let's go."

They headed for the door, which was a dark brown wood with a large circular door knocker. Vines reached to the tiled roof and made the cottage all the more beautiful.

There were five windows at the front of the house that Sam and Dean could see, one slandered medium looking window to the far side, two small windows upstairs and and large bay window near the center, above the door, they guessed that was Lyrisa's bedroom.

They knocked. But no one answered. "You know, it was probably Cas who was trying to protect her or something..." Sam suggested.

"No, we would have noticed." Dean replied.

Without warning, he kicked the door and as they entered, they were surprised at the sight that greeted them the other side. "Hello boys."

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...

She fought against him trying to pry herself from his strong grip, only making matters worse as she felt his nails dig deep into her skin, making more tears form in her eyes.

He somehow managed to remove all of their clothes without her escaping his grip.

His breath blew into her face as he rubbed himself against her. The devil took his time to enter her, but when he did, Lyrisa cried out in pain. Had he no mercy?

The tears began to fall from her eyes as he forced himself on her. She refused to stop fighting and didn't even plead for him to stop, because she remembered he never did so in the cage. So she just let him have his way with her.

His mouth came to her neck and she could feel his skilled lips rub against her skin, making her whole body cringe and choke back the pleads he never listened too. She opened her eyes long enough to see him lean his head back as he ground deeper, making a sort of grunting sound.

He moved his head so that it was in her view, she could see him smirking in satisfaction.

When did it get this bad? She thought to herself.

But she knew exactly when this started. She remembered it as if it was yesterday, She remembered the date, the weather, even the time. But you'll find that out later.

"Why are you doing this?" She whimpered.

Her reply was a rough slap on the face, her warning from him. She was not to be acknowledged, only to be there for his own personal uses. Just like a piece of furniture waiting to be used. That's what he had told her in the cage, anyway.

His body rubbed against hers as he ground deeper and deeper until she had to unleash a scream. She heard his gloating laugh rattle from his poisonous lips. Her body shook as her tears became heavier. It had never been this bad in the cage.

This time he was trying to make her life worse than it already was, making her understand what he was doing, he tried to make her feel pain, reminding her of the sick thing he did. Making her understand her fate.

His hand pressed deep into her hip bone, making her back arch, where his lips met her slender stomach. She cringed and cried as he licked and kissed her body.

She tried to calm herself, remembering he would only make it worse if she showed any reaction. But he had already gone far enough.

"Crowley?!" Dean stated. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The demon laughed. "Whyd'ya think? Lucifer will get bored if his whore wears just a top a shorts."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam demanded.

But Dean understood. "You're looking through her underwear draw? Seriously?"

Crowley scoffed. "No. The demons upstairs are. I'm just here to take her stuff to her, that's all."

"And where is she, exactly?" Dean asked, knowing Crowley wouldn't tell him.

"A wonderful place, called, mind your own business." Was his reply.

Before Dean could comeback, two more demons came downstairs, carrying two large leather suitcases each.

Crowley smirked. "Good luck, by the way. I'm sure it'll be fun telling Adam. Be sure to send me a video." He winked before he, and his two companions vanished, along with the cases.

"I swear, if I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch, I'll-"

Sam cut his brother off. "Lucifer's got her."

"Thanks Sam. No really. I hadn't gathered." He stated, sarcastically.