The Family Business: A Supernatural Fanfic (On going)

Riding Shotgun

I pound everyday. I want him out of my body! This is awful!

"Help! Someone help me!", I scream. The only reply I get is from Crowley saying, "No one hears you sweetheart. I am riding your meat suit, they can't hear you, so just shut your trap will you?"

Today is the first day I have decided to give up on trying to get out and get help. How could I even get out anyway? This is my body, I am the soul that resides in it. I haven't heard of a soul leaving it's own body except by death or someone pulling it out. And when I say someone, I mean a supernatural being or witch maybe. Hoodoo man, does some crazy shit.

Anyway, I slump in the back of my own mind and just watch. Its horrible! The deals, the killing, he even ate a child once. Horrible things and he is using my body to do it all! This must be some sort of torture. If it is, it's working. I am just about to give up on everything. I just, I can't. Its just awful! Just as I'm thinking this, everything goes black. I can't see anything. Crowley must be taking me somewhere. I eventually just feel tired, I sleep, at least I think I am asleep.

I wake up and I'm tied to a chair. Where's Crowley? Oh my God! I have control of my body again! But, I can't move. I look at my arms and legs and I see that I am tied to the chair. Great, fucking great! Gah, this is annoying, and kind of scary. I look around the room I am in and see knives, hammers, swords, and all kinds of different torture devices. Some to hard to explain, but the few I could where still terrible.

One was metal was and very long with pikes at each corners as well as above and underneath. Then there was four poles with poles ties around and cranks to steach the ropes tight. I could Only imagine what the would do once strapped in.

Anyway, it is freaky where I am. I have no clue where I could possibly be. I take a few sniffs of the air around me. It's weird, I've smelt it before. Almost like, rotten eggs. Rotten eggs?! Sulfur! I am in Hell! Oh my God! Crowley rode my body here? Where the fucking hell is he, I want to kill him!

Just as I think those words, Crowley walks in. I look at him as I tug at my hand ties. "What the hell Crowley!? Why did you just ride me to Hell?", I yell at him. I hate his awful, demon guts. He is wearing his old meat suit. That must be why he grabbed it when we left the cabin.

"Because my sweet, I wanted to torture you in the best way imaginable. I am able to do so better here in my kingdom, Hell." He smiles a sickening, psychotic smile. I can feel my eyes widen. I watch him drink his Scotch and pace the room.

"Well, when do we start?" I had to break the silence, it was killing me. Watching him pace is making me more anxious for the pain that is going to come. That is probably part of his torture though, making me anxious.

"Why my dear, I'm only getting started.", he says as he picks up a knife. It's a butcher-like knife. I try to pull my hands and legs free from the chair, I try to escape but it's no use. He puts the knife to my collar bone and puts some pressure on it, not too much to break the bone but enough to break the skin. He slices my skin to the top of my breast.

I scream out! It hurt, not as bad as breaking a bone but still pretty bad. I grunt as he pulls the knife away. "I gotta say, that's a little weak for a guy like you. I mean, I just expected more." Im trying not to play into his torture. I won't give him what he wants. I won't show my pain to him, just like in my real life. I hide my feelings and my pain. It keeps people from getting attached and then I don't have to worry and be sad when a minter kills them. It's easier.

Crowley keeps choosing different weapons and things to torture me with. A knife, dagger, sword, needles, acid, fists, salt, and all kinds of things. I scream, yell, and try to fight back but to no avail. After a few hours of him torturing me, I finally look at him. I can't move my jaw much but I manage to talk after I spit out some more blood from my mouth. "You know that Sam and Dean will come and find me. And, they will do what ever it takes to kill you."

"Why do you think you're here?" He smiles again and walks out of the room. Oh shit! He is using me as bait!? My eyes widen, but not for long. I feel myself passing out from the shock of being brutally beaten up and tortured. All goes black....

OKAY GUYS! I AM CHANGING THE POV FROM MYRA TO CASTIEL NOW! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FROM CASTIEL'S POINT OF VIEW!! IT WILL BE UP SOON!