A Demons Perspective

A Demons Perspective

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Suddenly I trip on what looked like a fallen branch and I'm thrusted towards a gigantic rock. I scream, knowing that I'm done for. A sharp point on the rock is implanted somewhere in the middle of my forehead and I see blood. Lots of blood. I also hear the sound of Fergus's voice shouting my name, but it was too late to help me now. I was dead.
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"Dean, please..." I stand frozen, staring at the man I love. His legs stride toward me, closing our distance in seconds. He hovers over my petite figure, his intimidation only making me feel smaller. "This isn't you." "THIS IS THE NEW ME!" He shouts before grabbing my hair and pulling me close. "The old, weak, pathetic, scared little boy you knew is long gone. It's only me, and I'm not going anywhere..." I watch as he flashes his black, demonic eyes. My hands fly up to his entangled one in my hair. I yank at it, struggling to be set free. Anger and lust take over his once expressionless face. His sharp gaze travels down to my shirt. Nodding at it, he says, "Take it off." My eyes widened, shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. I part my lips to say no, but nothing comes out. His unoccupied hand roughly grips my chin, forcing me to look into his dark green eyes. His thumb firmly drags across my bottom lip as he licks his own. My heart pounds louder as I desperately try to escape his grasp, knowing the sinful act he's planning to commit against me. "Do it!" He yells, his voice resonating off the walls to make it seem louder, driving me to jump uncontrollably. His gaze rakes over my face, taking notice of my fear. A slow and sinister smile spreads across his lips. A sick feeling descends into the pit of my stomach, knowing my fear is pleasing him. I swallow hard when I hear him calmly but sternly say, "Or I'll do it for you." {All Supernatural's characters and it's storylines belong to Kripke. Anything/anyone that strays from what happens in the show is my own inserted fiction.} Started: May 23, 2023 Published: December 18, 2023 Finished: TBA

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