Chapter 10

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A/n hey I'm so sorry for not writing I had a really bad case of writers block. Well, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Months have gone by and the Winchesters still haven't found me. Will I ever get out? I think.

Crowley's POV
I think about Alice and how the poor girl is rotting up in her room

She deserves it. She tried running away. Away, away from her master. I tell myself. The little bit of hummamity that still resides in me tells me to let her go.

Very well, she'll get her freedom, but with a price.

I walk up to her room and open her door. When I walk in she's sitting on the floor. Tears stain her once joyful eyes and she's malnourished.

She was so beautiful once.

"I'm willing to set you free." she looks at me with hope in her eyes. "But, you must kill the Winchesters." The hope vanished.

She looked at me with eyes as cold as steel, full of hate and rage and says: "Never. My freedom isn't worth that price."

"Very well, rot in this cells of yours." With that I stormed out of the room.

Alice's POV

I have to get out! My head is screaming. I feel sick and I can barely stand.

There is one option. It's crazy and I might very well die, but I can escape this Hell hole. I think

Crowley hadn't barred my window. There was a three story drop, but I might survive.

I put my shoes on and grab a jacket. I opened the window and almost fainted.

I'm so weak.

I could hear foot steps approaching my door.

It's now or never.

I jump. Everything went black.

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