Peter cried out when the knife was removed from his side. His once tense body now went limp in the bloodied chains. His wrists were shredded from the sharp metal, and his shirt was torn and blood stained from the constant torturing down to him by the girl who looked like Samantha. "Please, stop." He begged as he looked up at Morgan through his eyelashes, blood rolling across the bridge of his nose.
Morgan grabbed his face and tilted his head up, pouting her face. "Are you thirsty love? Here, let me get you a drink."
She reached behind her and pulled off the trey a glass filled with a clear liquid that resembled water. The only thing that made Peter panic was the foul stench filling the already putrid air. "Open wide Peter."
He shook his head and felt himself begin to get sick. "Please, don't make me drink that. No, please!" He cried as Morgan forced his mouth open and poured the contents of the bottle into his mouth.
Instantly his throat began to burn like a fire were inside of him, causing him to scream and writhe in agony. Tears streamed down his face as his vision dimmed. He had given up. He couldn't take the constant torture anymore. He was ready to see Uncle Ben and his parents again.
Morgan grabbed his face once again and forced him to look at her. "Ah, ah, ah, not yet Parker. I'm not finished with you."
He whimpered and coward down under her stare. He couldn't take the fact that this thing looked and sounded like Samantha. Every laugh, every stab, even the kisses she forced upon him, were all from Samantha.
She chuckled and ran her fingers through his blood soaked hair. "Aren't you a handsome boy Peter Parker. Good hair. Beautiful eyes. Strong jawline. You make a girl want to do naughty things with you." She gave him a cruel smile then ran her perfectly manicured nails down the side of his face. "Oops" she giggled then let go of him, letting his face loll forward.
She walked over to the tray holding all of her instruments, selecting a knife with a jagged edge. "You know I spoke to the little angel. I told her that if she traded places with you then you would be set free. Looks as if she values her own life more than yours. It must not be love then that you thought you had. Just a teenage crush caused by hormones."
Peter looked up at her and glared with pure hatred. "Samantha... will find... me." He rasped. He went into a fit off coughs and spit out blood that spattered all over Morgan's shoes.
"Those were my favorite shoes." She growled slightly as she raised the blade to stab him yet again. Just as she was about to bring the blade down on the boy the sound of flapping wings was heard behind her and a twisted smile crossed her face. "I was wrong about her Peter. Looks as if she's just an idiot." She said in a sweet voice and turned around to face Samantha. "Hello sister."
Samantha glared at her and slid an angel blade that Shekinah had given her before she left. "Let him go or I will use this." She threatened her in her strongest voice she could manage. She saw Peter behind her and her whole body wanted to shut down and run to him. The boy so full of life looked as if he were dead as he hung from the chains.
"Oh that won't be necessary." She smirked and waved her hand, sending Samantha into a wall. The blade clattered to the floor and Morgan smirked as she walked over and picked it up. "You know, I used to have wings as beautiful as yours. They were pure white and when the light hit them just right they looked as if they were pink silk. Of course I didn't get to keep them. As soon as they grew in fully the demon Crowley had them removed feather by feather. Bone. By. Bone." She growled and placed the tip of the blade on Samantha's throat. "You can still see the scars from where they used to lie. He left just enough of my wings to remind me everyday that I was trapped in his dungeon and he could use me in anyway he pleased. You should consider yourself thankful for how mercifully I'll remove yours sister."
"Morgan don't do this. This isn't you. I know it's not. Crowley manipulated, tortured you. Morgan you have a family who will l-"
"Who will what? Love me?" She laughed "If they loved me that angel Shekinah would have saved me!" She screamed. "They will never love me because this is who I am! I love the darkness! I've let it consume me and it's perfect!" She moved the blade to pitch feathers on Samantha's back. "Now you'll feel the pain I felt for sixteen agonizing years Samantha Winchester." And with that she made the first cut, filling the room with screams and the dim light from the nephilim's grace.
