The door opened, filling the large empty room with a washed light. A smile crept it's way onto my bruised face. A figure stood in the light, only allowing me to see a mere shadow. The man flipped a switch that turned on the small flickering light that rests above my chained body.
"What are you smiling about, Pest?" He smirked while speaking, his eyes flickering black, then back to the usually grey eyes of the poor bastard he was possessing. "I'd wipe that grin off, you're meeting the boss today."
He walked closer to me, grabbing my face in his filthy mitts. Giving me the opportunity to spit in his face. Raising his hand he slapped me hard enough to cut the inside of my mouth. I spat the blood onto the ground beside me. "Go to hell," I croaked.
In aggression he raised his hands again only to be stopped by another man's words. "Don't touch her you bloody fool!" His accent thick. "Have you any idea what we captured her for? Here for me to see that all along you were beating her to oblivion instead of treating her as though your stupid life depended on it you moron!"
"S-sir..." The demon began, being cut off as the man in the tailored suit snapped his fingers banishing him.
Now turning his attention to me the man cleared his throat. "Ah, finally I get to meet you, (y/n). A pleasure." He raised a glass to me with what appeared to be a type of wiskey. "Sorry for the beating, the fool obviously didn't know the plans I have in store for you."
I swallowed hard, "What plans?"
"That's where things get interesting, you see, I need a couple of boys to stay off my trail. That's where you come in. A few demons are messing up a small town in Wisconsin. After I put a spell on you that will make you appear a demon to the boys, I will be placing you where they will find you. Thinking you're a demon they obviously think you work for me, meaning they will try and get my location out of you." The man walked over to a table near my right side placing a few ingredients in a bowl. "Unfortunately for you, you don't know where we are. Now this spell won't actually possess you with a demon, nor will it turn you into one. What it will do though is make you appear as a demon. So for your sake, I hope they're out of holy water and salt." After the man finished adding all the ingredients to the bowl, he healed all of my wounds, then began chanting something in what appeared to be a Greek language.
Walking over to me once he finished he unchained me, handing me a stack of clothes. He pointed to a bathroom that I walked over to in order to change. He had given me fresh underwear and a bra, along with a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, a black faux leather jacket and some shoes. Looking into the mirror after I was finished there was no longer any bruising on my face.
The man cut my moment short when I was suddenly teleported onto a park bench near a play ground. It was quiet here, too quiet. I got off the bench and walked out behind a tree to see the park better. My eyes widened at the sight.
There were bodies scattered everywhere of children and their parents. One of them was still moving, it was a young boy, no older than 6. I ran up to him wrapping his hands in mine. He looked at me. His poor bloodied midside slowly oozing the very little blood he had left. With the life faided from his eyes, I stood up.
Looking at myself I had gotten the child's blood on my hands, so I wiped them off on my pants. Behind me I heard a gun cock, so I turned around to see who it was, only to be met by a
green eyed man. Before I could say anything another person came behind me and smacked me with a hard object. Everything went dark.
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Torture Is Our Love
Fanfiction(Y/n) is used as a decoy by Crowley to hold the Winchester's at bay. After putting a spell on her, Crowley sent her to Somerset, Wisconsin where his demons recently created a massacre. By perfectly planned timing, the Winchester brothers found her...
