Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

13 - A New Type Of Torture

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[WARNING. The first part of this chapter contains a scene of rape. If this will trigger you in any way then skip it. There will be an author's note to indicate it is safe to read for those who do wish to skip.]

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He smiled widely at me like a Cheshire Cat before grabbing both my hands and raising them up to his mouth. "We're going to have so much fun together." He said cheerily and kissed my hands making me cringe and visibly gulp.

"Please hurry Castiel..." I called out to the only angel I trust in hopes he'd come right away as Uncle started to drag me up the stairs and into my old bedroom.

Unlike the rest of the house, my small room looked nothing like it did before I left. In the past, it was almost completely empty with a small uncomfortable metal bedframe, that I'd stolen the mattress from for my church, and a cardboard box in the corner for the few sets of clothes I had while the floor had uneven wooden boards that always hurt my feet. Now though, it had a large wooden double bed with clean flowery covers, a princess canopy over the top, a set of wooden draws, a large wardrobe and a fluffy light pink carpet that was soft under my steps. Laid on the bed delicately was a light blue dress that was decorated with large pink roses, it had side sleeves and looked like it would reach just passed my knees. "Those clothes aren't at all fitting of my Angel. Change." He ordered with a cheery smile that made it almost sound like I had a choice in the matter.

I walked over to the dress and ran my hand over the soft fabric with a frown. "I'm not really a dress girl, are there no options with jeans?" I asked emotionlessly, deciding to test my luck a little despite my disdain and fear for the man that watched me with his usual expression.

Then he laughed, amused by my attempt to act, before walking over and grabbing a clump of my hair right at the roots and pulling me over to him forcefully. I let out a cry of pain, unable to hold it in at the suddenness of it, and he laughed again, "My Angel doesn't wear jeans anymore, she wears dresses. So, change." He let my hair go as he swung me towards the bed, causing me to stumble very slightly. I looked down at the dress and then back at him as he smiled with a mischievous grin while crossing his arms. He's going to watch me...

I knew I couldn't put it off without some form of painful punishment, so I stretched back my wings to allow me to slip off my black tank top so that I just wore my black sports bra. I placed it on the bed next to the dress, but I noticed Uncle frown out of the corner of my eye. I followed his gaze to see he was looking at my heart, specifically Loki's necklace that was now revealed. He turned me around to face him and slipped his hand under the pendant to inspect it further. "Where did you get this?" His voice wasn't cheery in the slightest, it was emotionless and sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn't answer until his cold eyes moved from the pendent to meet my wide eyes causing a fear to rise in me. "M-my friend got it for me for my 15th..." I stuttered.

His eyes went from cold to jealous and then mad. "Oh really...?" His voice was as cold as his gaze and I knew it was bad whenever he showed these emotions, so I tried to back away, but his hand grasped the pendent and yanked at it, causing me to get pulled forward painfully as the chain snapped. He quickly threw it at the wall the moment it was unattached to me and I looked over with widened eyes. I slipped away from him quickly and ran over to where he threw it, sliding down to my knees to be able to pick it up but a tear slipped down my cheek as I saw it was broken. The silver and diamond studded wings had snapped, and the little blue heart gem had fallen out.

I didn't even notice him walk over in my distraught state until I felt his fingers tangle around my hair and pain ripped through my skull as I was pulled up to my feet just be thrown at the bed. I didn't catch myself this time as I stumbled but luckily, I was met by the soft covers and not the hard floor. "Change." He ordered in a much more assertive tone with a glare. I didn't bother trying to argue or even reply as I nodded slightly and undid the laces of my black combat boots and slipped them off before removing my black ripped jeans so that I now stood in just my sports bra and shorts. I moved round to the other side of the bed and went to grab the dress, but a hand latched onto my wrist causing me to freeze. My eyes glanced quickly to the owner of the hand fearfully as I stood up straight to face him. His mischievous eyes examined my exposed body and I tried to back away from him, but his hand was still tight around my wrist to the point that I knew it was going to bruise. He held my wrist close to him, so I was really near to him and reached his free hand to stroke the raven feathers of my wings. I flinched them away the moment his fingers even slightly brushed against them and he smiled with a slight chuckle. "Your wings were always so sensitive. They'd be so fun to rip apart," my eyes widened at his cheery tone and frightful words, "But you wouldn't be an angel without your wings, so I guess I shouldn't hurt them too bad." He smiled deviously at me and I backed away into the wall and tried to fold my wings behind me to protect them, but he just tugged on one of my feathers, plucking it out.