[supernatural imagines & short series']
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IF THERE'S ONE thing about (Y/N) that any demon or angel or creature should know, is that she would never give up the Winchesters. Ever.
Any monster that didn't realise that, was new to the game, or just truly naive.
"Spill, or you'll find me creating my own personal enjoyment as I listen to you scream in agony," Her onyx black, merciless pits stared down at you - a patronising smirk written on her blood red lips. The sharp tip of the knife that she so tightly held in her iron grip danced lightly on your bruised skin, running across your cheekbones and down the side of your neck as you clenched your jaw, not giving her the satisfaction of noticing your shaky and shallow breaths.
"Why should I tell you anything?" You seethed through gritted teeth as the glare in your eyes followed her - watching her circle your caged body like a vulture eyeing up its prey.
"Well, they obviously don't care about you or else they'd be here, guns blazing and all. But they're not - hell, they probably haven't even noticed that you're gone." She threw a mock frown your way, feigning sadness as she spoke then broke into over-dramatic, hysterical laughter as if this whole situation was utterly amusing for her. It probably was, actually.
"They don't care enough to save you." She shrugged indifferently, "You shouldn't care enough to save them," She finished when you remained quiet, throwing a look your way as if the answer was entirely simple.
"They care, and they'll come for me. Just wait." Your voice sounded deadly and dangerously low, the venom seeping from every word. It was all an act, however. Your clammy hands were harshly chained behind your body and your feet to the floor as you sat, detained to the chair, rendering you utterly incapable of breaking free. The tip of the knife was alarmingly close your exposed throat.
Truly naive, you decided then.
She let out a huff of air into the dark and grimy room, "You're not understanding my concept, are you?" She rolled her eyes, roughly weaving her fingers in your hair and yanking your head back. A small yelp tumbled from your cracked lips at her action, the pain of your hair nearly being ripped from your scalp making you squeeze your teary eyes shut and grit your teeth.
"You missed your chance to take the easy way, (Y/N). So now, I guess we have to do it my way," The shiny blade of the knife sunk into your arm as she spoke, snarky. She dragged it up your arm and you couldn't stop the pained cry that escaped as you watched the blood seep from the deep cut, as much as you tried to keep quiet.
"Tell me where the Winchesters are." Her voice was cold and demanding as she finally freed her harsh grip from your hair, your head falling limply to the side as you let out a shaky sigh. Your squinted eyes continued to sear into her dark, void ones from where your head lay on your shoulder, the corrupt world tipped sideways.
When you refused to give her the information she so selfishly wanted, you watched her bring the knife up and nick the skin on your collarbone, you let out a wince but quickly composed yourself after the pain passed, glaring up at her and your lips sealed in a straight line to let her know that you would never tell her what she wanted to hear.
