Supernatural OneShots

*Going to the club never has a good ending*

(A/N): First off, this one is gonna blow you guys away. If you didn't already know, I had some help on this. Frantazy literally made this story so bad its good, not to give anything away. But thank you for all of your help, I couldn't have done it without you. Literally, you gave me the idea. Second of all, this one is NOT for the faint of heart so if you're squeamish, don't read this one lol the rest of you nasty people...go ahead. Dive right in 😏 also it'll be broken up into two parts because holy crap, there's a LOT of it

It's dark, cold and silent. My mind wanders as I gain consciousness. What happened? Where am I? Suddenly, there's some strange noise above me. I live alone, so what could it be? I open my eyes slowly as I'm adjusting to the single source of light. My eyes flutter completely open only to see, not my bedroom, but some macabre basement filled with just about every kind of tool and sexual toy ever made. 'What is going on?' I wonder. I try to get up, but quickly realize I'm strapped to a cold metallic chair. Even worse, I'm only wearing my new lingerie set I was planning to wear to the club last night. Only I cannot remember if I've actually made it there... Then I see the figure of a man, towering over his prized toys. This douchebag must've knocked me out and brought me here for some sicko fetish he has. I squirm, trying to find a weak spot in these knots, but the more I struggle, the tighter it gets. My arms are tied to the chair as well as my ankles, making my legs sit dangerously open. My underwear does feel tighter now and even with them on I feel naked in front of this stranger. Whoever this guy is, he's definitely a pro at whatever creepy sexual acts he commits. I hear heavy footsteps coming my way, meaning he must know that I should be waking now. I quickly drop my head, and close my eyes, acting as if I'm still asleep. He grabs something off the table, then shuffles over to me, now standing in front of me. Suddenly, there's a snapping noise, and a shooting pain bursts through my thigh, making my eyes pop open as I gasp, "Ow!" He tilts my chin up, with the tip of whatever he just hit me with, and I meet his green eyes with my brown ones. He says, his voice low as I swallow, "Not another word, or I'll slit that pretty little throat, got it?" I nod, after swallowing again, completely sure that he's going to murder me. He takes a few steps back, admiring me, his victim, with a viscous hunger. He petrifies me but yet I find him...attractive. Hell, he's gorgeous. Candy apple green eyes, soft spikes of cinnamon roasted-sandy hair, some stubble, luscious pink lips, and a sharp jawline. There's no way he's a serial killer. Is he? What a waste...

Suddenly I'm struck back from my thoughts after he hits me a few more times on my upper legs. I flinch, but I bite my lip to hold in any noises. He smirks,"Hmm...you seem different from the others...most of them would be begging for their lives by now" he mentions as he walks around me like a predator that trapped its prey. He licks his lips before asking "So why aren't you?"

He walks before me, dangling a sharp and clean knife in front of me. He's waiting for a response that I don't have.

"I...I..." I start shaking, but no other words dare come out. My head is filled with a mix of a lustful craving and an immense terror. What will happen to me?

"C'mon sweetheart don't be afraid" he says as he crouches in front of me and places a warm hand on the inside of my thigh. He slides it slowly towards me and it takes every fiber of my being not to shiver. "You can trust me" he adds with a hint of fake softness in his voice.

I stutter on my words, "I...I...I don't know..." He smirks, replying, as he squeezes my inner thigh, "You don't know? You must be scared or...wanting to tell me off right?" I don't move a muscle as he seems to be trying to read my mind, staring into my eyes. He grins, "Oh I see now" I give him a look, not sure what he means. What does he see? There's no way he actually knows what I'm thinking. He continues, "Let's try this again..." The knife is now against my leg. The tip of the blade goes down my thigh, and I bite my lip, hoping he won't push down. I don't want to die. I really don't. I haven't done all the things I wanted to do yet. He smirks, seeing me flinch a little as he removes the blade. "Relax, I'm not gonna cut you...yet" He gets up, and walks around me again, making me feel kinda embarrassed. I'm not exactly proud of my body. I know he's gonna kill me, I shouldn't be shy, but I am. He's practically seeing me naked. He leans over me from behind and takes a whiff. I move my head away from his face as far as the ropes will let me go. What the hell is wrong with this disgusting creep? I'm not sure what he's getting but I know I've been nervously sweating since I woke up. Also, being in a cold room with only undies isn't really comforting. He brings himself back up and asks, "You know what I smell on you?" He circles back around, now looking at me again as I shake my head no. He continues, "You're afraid to die" I raise a brow, suddenly bold enough to ask, "Yeah, right. Are you like, an animal or something? How can you smell that?" He answers with pride, "I'm different. I've learned to use my senses more than a typical human does. But you're afraid to die...you know why?" I feel a little odd having a conversation with someone who's probably going to kill me before the day ends, but then again, he started it so I might as well. "Umm...well, I am tied to a chair in your creepy basement and have no idea what each second or minute will bring, so I'm a bit anxious about what comes next, yes. What were you thinking?" I say, trying to be as aloof but confident as someone could be in a chair with ropes around my wrists that are starting to leave imprints. He smiles, a bit devillishly, "You don't wanna die a virgin, do you?" I look up at him with a surprised expression I couldn't hide. He smiled brightly, his perfect teeth lined up like blades ready to tear at my skin. He struck a nerve and he's proud of it. "How could a girl like you never have had sex before?" I give him a look, feeling extremely bold to have an attitude towards the guy who kidnapped me, "Well, that's a good question but if you're thinking about changing that, and I get the feeling you are, the answer is no." He raises a brow, replying, "No? What'd you think I was-" He trails off for a moment, then scoffs, continuing, "Oh...you thought I was going to rape you. Please...its not rape if you like it" My mouth drops open in shock for a moment. I blurt, out of anger, "Rape is rape no matter what the victim feels! And even if there is some sick pleasure to it, they still hate your guts more than you can imagine. They hate you cause you're a disgusting being!" I snarled at him. He was out of his damn mind. "Disgusting? Me? Sweetheart..." he trails off and then suddenly stabs his knife in the open space between my legs. I gasp, scared and shocked. I came this close to losing a leg....or something else. "You must consider yourself damn lucky that I saw you at that club, dancing like a drunk and lonely girl. That I watched you grind on unworthy douchebags until I took your hand and you started dancing on me like a stripper on a pole" As he continued talking, I was growing more and more uncomfortable. Not to him but towards myself. I got so drunk, I ended up in the arms of a psychopath...if I would've known. "And then you got here because I thought you were good enough to be my new little friend" I scoffed, "Whatever drunk me has done would've never have if I'd known you were such a creepy and fucked up asshole!" He stared at me with angry eyes. Punishment was coming my way. "Honey, I'm a God! You should be honored that I picked you because I will make you feel so ecstasic you'll be begging for more cause that's how great of a sex master I am!" I got so mad at him, I growled like an animal before snapping at him; inches away from his pretty little psycho face. "How DARE you! You kidnap me and think I want you to touch me! Hell no! I would rather be tortured than you trying to make me feel pleasure! I'd rather lick the damn floors than have sex with you! I will NEVER let you touch me like that and I'd love to see you try you son of a bitch!" He watches me as I calm down a bit, my breathing slowing back down to normal. He smirks, "Alright, that can be arranged" His hands are on me, and at first, I think he's going to choke me to death. But then I realize...he's untying me. What is he planning? He unties my wrists and ankles in a sloppy and rushed way. He couldn't wait to get his hands on me and make me feel like utter hell. When I'm free, he grabs me by the throat, lifting me high up to watch me as I struggled to breathe. I cough and wheeze and he grins with pleasure. He really believes he's a god and right now I'm his toy. He chokes me harder and then tosses me to the floor with one strong throw. "You said you'd lick the damn floor. So do it" He growls, challenging me. I cough holding my throat, unable to find my voice yet. I speak up, my voice sounding dry like sand paper, "Sorry to disappoint you, freak, but I didn't actually mean-" I start but he interrupts, "Oh yes you did. You said it and you're going to do it" I wanted to say something, as I try to get up, but he kicks me in the stomach and I start coughing even more. I groan in pain as he grabs me by the hair and pushes me down on the floor again, on my hands and knees. He snarls, "Lick. It." I shiver at the sound of his furious and dominating voice. Right now is not the time to make some snarky comment because the next thing that will be on the floor is my lifeless body. I hesitated, not knowing if I should obey or try to get myself out of that situation. "Don't try to hold on to your dignity! That shit was gone the moment you walked up to me. Now lick the floor you cunt!" He screams and I try to hold back tears as I lean down and slowly wet the floor with my tongue. It was too small for his satisfaction. He pulled on my hair tighter and I couldn't help but whimper for his mercy. "Again" he commands. "Longer this time" he suggests, softening his tone. I bend down again and let my tongue trail on the floor like licking a big swirly lollipop. Anything to make me believe I wasn't actually tasting the fear, blood and sweat of his previous victims...