Olivia has already lost most of her voice, trying anything that might ruin their process. She's still screaming, but it sounds more like a scratchy whisper. They didn't even bother to cover her mouth, they were all too busy to notice.
Demons push her into a small empty room with walls of concrete. There's a small plain chair in the middle in which the demons buckle her wrists and ankles to and leave, keeping the door open only for Moriarty and Crowley to enter through and then bolting it tight. The king or the crossroads moves over and stands behind her, much out of her line of sight, and Moriarty just stuffs his hands in his nice Westwood pockets and leans back on the cold wall chewing on a fresh piece of mint gum.
What are they doing? I need to get out of here! Someone help me!
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FanfictionAs a teenager, Caroline is going through quite a stressful time in her life. As a girl with a few health issues this makes it a little harder. As a fangirl, her day is quite emotional as well. What happens when these things turn out to be much bette...
