* Gore Warning *
Willow, a young teenage girl who's witnessed the gory murder suicide of her parents, wonders the streets aimlessly. Walking into a diner, she witnesses a second murder that night committed by an appeared to powerful man. A man who...
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Dinner was quiet. The two sat at the kitchen counter, low scraping of metal forks against glass plates was all that was heard.
All was well, except for the fact that Willow wasn't eating. She couldn't eat. She had no appetite what so ever. That didn't stop her from moving her food around every now and then to make it appear to Dean that she was enjoying this lovely meal.
"I-I'm....full" She mumbled slightly loud enough for him to hear. One hand in her lap, the other holding a fork as she kept her eyes on the floor.
"How can you be full when you haven't taken a bite?" He grinned.
Willows cheeks flushed a shade of red as she looked up quickly, a strand of hair falling in front of her face. His eyes, they were steady on her. She felt like he was burning a hole through her head with his gaze. She gripped onto her fork, her hands shaking.
She nibbled on her lip. Maybe he did want to put a hole through her head, with a bullet.
"I'm sorry, I don't have an appetite." She said, looking away from him as she pushed her plate away towards him.
He stood up, throwing his cloth onto the table. Walking towards her quickly. He noticed the way her body stiffened the more closer he got.
Wrapping a hand gently around the back of her neck, he leaned down whispering into her ear.
"Eat the fucking food." He gritted out, a false smile plastered onto his face. He gripped harder onto the back of her neck, pushing her head towards the plate of food.
Pulling away from his grip Willow pushed her chair back, quickly running to the stairs, but Dean was too fast.
Grabbing onto her hair he pulled her back as she fell onto the floor. Dean began dragging her to the table, ignoring her screams and grunts as she kicked at the air.
Willow attempted to hold her hair hoping to relieve some of the pain but to no avail. She tried digging her nails into his hand but that only resulted in him tightening his grip.
Finally he let go of her hair, but only to grip onto her neck. Scooping up mashed potatoes with a spoon, he shoved it down her throat.
Willows coughs and screams filled the kitchen as she began choking on the food. But this didn't stop him from scooping up more, and shoving more food down Willows throat.
Finally, there were no mashed potatoes left. Letting go of Willow completely, Dean slumped in his chair, somewhat exhausted. Yet he was nowhere near as exhausted as Willow.
She leaned forward on the floor, now vomiting. The black strands of her hair stuck to her cheeks.
Tired, she fell limp. Not bothering to move away from the vomit on the floor. All she could do was look at the beautiful ceiling, tears streaming down the side of her face.
"I did it for you. You needed to eat baby girl." Dean said leaning over her, that dreadful smile still on his face.
Disgusted by just the look of him, Willow turned her head away and closed her eyes...falling asleep.
