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TWO months ago, Joyce Cameron went missing. She was in the middle of hunting down a demon that had posed a threat to her family years previous, when she was abducted.
Two months — meant two months without seeing the sunshine against her fair skin, two months without a shower, and two months without a pair of clean clothes.
It had been a week since she was fed. There was absolute silence since, and she began wondering whether or not her kidnapper was even still around.
There was a gag over her mouth, but perhaps it was meant to be a cruel joke; because the girl couldn't talk.
She hadn't been able to talk for fifteen years. When she was thirteen years old, she was on a hunting trip with her father who was too tied up in trying to hunt down a Windigo.
But when the man finally found the Windigo, he killed her father as he tried to kill it himself, and slashed open part of Joyce's throat.
She wasn't expected to live, but miraculously, she did.
But she lived without a voice.
She couldn't scream. She couldn't beg her kidnapped to free her.
She couldn't do anything.
Her body ached and her stomach growled.
Joyce looked around the dark basement, trying to move around and break her tied hands free. She crawled across the floor, sitting down in front of a wooden post and placed the rope between her wrists against the corner.
She began rubbing away, ignoring the rope burns as she tried to cut through them.
The wood wasn't sharp enough.
Joyce staggered to her feet weakly, climbing the stairs of the basement and tried to open the door. She jiggled the handle, but it was still locked.
She began banging on the door, kicking at it and smacking her hands against it. Tears brimmed in her eyes, wishing desperately that she could just scream.
The girl didn't give up, regardless of her heavy breathing and the forming bruises and cuts on her knuckles.
Sam Winchester stared down at the bloody blade he held in his hand, watching the thick ooze glide down the weapon.
He lifted his blue eyes and focused them on the retrained demon before him.
