Chapter Three
"No! Get out of him you black-eyed bitch!" I cry pulling against the restraints. The demon just shrugs and grabs a knife from the cart. "Lets begin." He says.
Eliot drags the knife slowly down my stomach, making scream. He cuts down my arms, legs, and chest. He stabs the knife forcefully into my arm, making me scream even louder than before.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" I sob. He just shakes his head and slowly pulls out the knife. He picks up an unfamiliar instument off the table. Before he can use it, my phone starts to ring. Eliot picks it up and answers it.
"Hello?" The demon says innocently. "No. No. She's ok. She's here at my place." He says switching the phone to the other ear. "Dean! Help me!" I scream as loud as I can. "Shut up!" Eliot hisses. He hangs up the phone. Eliot starts toward me and slaps me hard across the face. He begins to punch and slap me instead of using the tools. He eventually stops and angrily grabs the knife again. He cuts all across my body. I scream at the top of my lungs. This goes on for a good twenty minutes. He stops when he hears screams coming from outside the room. Eliot turns just as the warehouse door bursts open.
"S-Sammy. D-Dean." I yell weakly. Sam starts running toward me when Eliot takes his knife and stabs it into my leg, making me scream.
"Stop! Stop hurting her!" Dean yells, running in. Eliot cackles and rips the knife out of me, making me moan.
"Fine." He says. The demon turns the knife around and stabs it into his heart.
"No! Eliot!" I scream. The demon grins wickedly before smoking out. Eliot falls to the floor. Sam runs to Eliot while Dean runs to me. He takes the restraints off and gathers me into his arms. I sob into Dean's shirt. He quietly hums 'Hey Jude' into my ear in an attempt to calm me down. Dean glances over to Sam. I can tell Eliot's dead when Dean squeezes me tighter against his chest. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the Impala, shortly followed by Sam. Dean sets me down in the back seat. He tries to let me go, but I clutch his jacket. Seeing this, Sam climbs into the drivers seat and Dean slides into the back seat with me curled up on his lap.
I refused to let Dean leave me alone when we got back to the bunker. I was afraid that the demon would take me away in my sleep again. Dean didn't mind. He carried me to my room in the bunker and set me down on my bed. I wipe the tears from my eyes. He smiles gently at me and stands up.
"Wait," I say, "I-I just don't want to be alone." I feel white hot tears stream down my cheeks. "Ok. Sam's going to get some bandages to patch you up with." Says Dean sitting back down on the bed.
Sam comes into my room with first aid kit. He gives me a small smile and starts wrapping my deep wounds. Dean takes a wet wash cloth and gently daps my cuts. When they finish, Sam tucks me into bed and leaves. Dean sets up a makeshift bed on my couch. He reassures me that he won't go to sleep until I already have. That calms me down. I bring my knees up to my chest and close my eyes. It takes awhile, but I eventually fall asleep.
That night I dream I'm back in the warehouse. Eliot is slowly torturing me. He stops when dark red blood starts pouring out his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He falls to the floor, dead. I am shaken awake by Dean. He looks at me with concern. At that moment, Sam bursts into the room, gun in his hand. He tucks the gun into his waistband when he sees nothing aparantly wrong. I start to tremble and Dean wraps me in his arms.
"Bad dream?" He asks stroking my hair. I nod and take a breath of his shirt. He slowly rocks me in his arms until I fall back asleep. Before I do, he whispers to me, "Nothing is going to hirt you anymore."