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Chapter 18: Captured

"Well, look who we have," a woman's voice echoed through your pounding head before your eyes had the chance to open.

You weren't even positive what had happened. One minute, you and Niki were at the auction, and the next minute you wake up with a splitting headache and no memory as to how. The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach warned you that whatever happened wasn't good.

You slowly blinked your e/c eyes open and lifted your limp neck. A red headed woman clad in mostly black stood in front of you with a wicked grin. Her lips were painted a bright shade of red, probably from the blood of her enemies if you had to guess. She seemed like the type that you didn't want to mess with.

"Oh, good. This will be more fun if your awake." She walked over to you and walked her perfectly manicured nails up your shoulder. They danced dangerously close to your neck, and you knew this woman could crush your windpipe in seconds if she wanted to.

"Who are you?" you questioned weakly.

She scoffed at you. "I'm not playing these games, Y/N. I know you're with the Winchesters."

"How...how do you know who I am?"

How could this woman possibly have known you? You hadn't met her before, and she certainly hadn't met you. It didn't make sense. Maybe the Winchesters gave you up. You didn't think Dean was that mad at you, but maybe he disliked having you around that much that turning you over to someone was what he wanted. Your heart hurt at the thought of Dean wanting to get rid of you like this.

"You really don't know who I am?" she asked. The fiery red-head sounded offended by your ignorance, so you only shook your head in response. "I'm Abaddon." She smiled and your blood ran cold.

Did the Winchesters somehow plan this whole thing as setup? Maybe you were bait. "Where's Niki?" You intended to yell, but your voice was barely a whisper.

Abaddon moved from your line of sight and showed an unconscious Niki slumped in a chair. Thank god she was at least alive. You hoped it would stay that way. She was too kind and sweet, even after hunting. She deserved so much more than the life she was living. Your first plan after getting the both of you out of this mess was to talk her out of hunting and into a normal life.

"What will it take for you to let her go?" you questioned, this time finding your voice.

"Ha, you think you can barter with me?" She shook her head and her retro curls bounced off her shoulders. "You're the one chained to a chair. What makes you think I want anything from you other than the pleasure of watching you die?"

Your pulse quickened, but you didn't allow yourself to feel the fear creeping in. That was a sure way to make sure Abaddon won. That was not the goal.

"Because if you wanted the pleasure of watching me die, I wouldn't still be breathing."

"Smart cookie." She began circling you like an animal circles its prey. Everything she did was unsettling. "What I want from you is intel. Tell me about the Winchesters and where I can find them."

You shook your sore head. "I wasn't with them long enough to learn anything more than the fact that they don't play well with others." It was almost the truth. You weren't with the Winchesters for long, but you did learn quite a bit about them. You learned that Sam was a total book worm and very tech savvy. Dean, he loved his burgers and pie. They were both sweeter than they let on, which was infuriating at times.

Abaddon only made a scoffing noise as she stopped in front of you. She leveled her eyes with yours and rested her hands on your arms. "I'm no fool. Tell me what you know."

"That's it. The last thing I found out before I stormed out of there was that they were about to start a hunt somewhere."

"I don't believe that you're telling the whole truth. Show me what you've seen."

Before you had the chance to question her, your vision went black and you couldn't feel a thing aside from the sharp pain in the far recesses of your mind. It felt like someone was tunneling through your brain and picking it apart.

No matter how much effort you put into squirming out of whatever hold Abaddon had on you, nothing worked. The demon had you frozen tight to the chair. Your heart was beating against your chest, panic filling your entire body. Abaddon was able to anything she wanted with you stuck like that. For all you knew, she was slowly sucking the life out of you.

After a span that seemed longer than your entire life time, Abaddon finally stopped whatever she was doing to you and you gasped as your senses returned.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

"Just poked around through your memories. No big deal, really." She pulled a cell phone out of her back pocket that you immediately recognized as yours and you groaned. If anything was going to be your saving grace, it was going to be that phone.

"What are you doing with my phone?"

She winked before dialing a number. "Having a little fun." A few moments passed by before she chirped, "Sam, so good to hear your voice."

You realized that you were the bait, but not for the Winchesters to capture Abaddon. You were bait for Abaddon to get the Winchesters. Everything that could be going wrong was going wrong. Those boys were going to be your last hope and there was a sinking feeling in your gut when you thought about them coming to rescue you. A rescue mission was exactly what Abaddon was hoping for, and that was a dangerous game to be playing.

"Here's the deal," Abaddon continued. "Meet me and Y/N won't be hurt too badly." She spouted off your location and grinned. "I look forward to seeing you boys."

"Don't do it," you shrieked as loud as you could before she hung up.

Her eyes flashed black as she sprinted over to you and slapped your face hard. There was a hot tingling sensation that replaced her hand. "Don't try to interfere."

You gathered spit into your mouth and shot it at her face. It was a mistake to do something so brash and you knew it, but you had to fight back somehow. If spit was the only weapon you had, you were going to use it.

Abaddon walked calmly away, calling over her shoulder, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." And with that, she walked out the heavy looking metal door.

"Nikki," you half whispered and half yelled. She didn't respond so you tried her name again and were greeted with a small groan. It took her a couple of minutes, but she finally came to. You briefed her on what had happened and what was going on.

"We need to get out of here," she said.

"No kidding. We'll have to think of something before she comes back."

Nikki and you went to work spouting off idea after idea. Most of them would have worked if the circumstance were only slightly different. However, the hand and ankle cuffs clasped around the chair was throwing a wrench into things. You knew you needed a solution and you needed it fast. The boys were on their way into an ambush and your actions had made Abaddon less than thrilled with you.

Hours passed before Abaddon's demon lackeys came in and dragged Nikki out of the room. She was quickly replaced by the Knight herself. That's when the torture began.

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"Please," you whimpered.

Abaddon only grinned wider as she drug the blade across a new part of your skin. "Are you forgetting I know all of your memories? If you don't join my army, I will hurt everyone you know and love."

Your mind immediately went to Becket. Risking his safety was the last thing you ever wanted to do, but you knew that you couldn't side with a demon, the very thing you were trying to kill. It wouldn't have made any sense to do that.

"Never," you spat.

Abaddon shook her head and pulled your phone out again, searching for a number in your contacts. Your heart was in your throat, scared to death of what she was planning on doing. She finally clicked on one and you waited with bated breath to know who.