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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 16:32:11 GMT -5
It felt like years. Time passed so slowly here.
He realized he was in Hell a long time ago. He aslo figured out he was in a room. It was dark, and it seemed like lightening was flashing. Giving him only glimpses of what the room looked like.
Day in and day out, a man came in. Offered to take him off the rack if only he would torture souls for him. Everyday, Dean refused. In return, he had to relive the agonizing pain of his death.
Bobby.. His eyes closed shut as lightening struck around him. I'm so sorry.. please, help me.. Someone was with him again, he could hear the growling of the hellhound.
"I offer you freedom, Dean Winchester."
"Take your sense of freedom and shove it up your ass!" He spat back. And then it was happening again. The hound jumped ontop of him. Painfully ripping at his flesh until Dean was dead.
Each time he felt his life dying out, he thought maybe he could escape. But each time, he ended up on the same table. Tied down by unseen barbwire chains.
"PLEASE!" He screamed, tears running down his face as the blood dried to his body. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
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Post by Sinistra on Oct 28, 2009 13:04:19 GMT -5
((It said it was open, right?))
"One little piggy went to market, one little piggy stayed home. One little piggy had roast beef, and the other little piggy had none. But the last little piggy cried "Please, please, please, please, please! And bled all over the floor." Came Sinistra's chilling voice as she walked from the darkness. She let out a loud, unattractive cackle and then strode up to him. She knew who this man was. She knew very well. If Dean was still somewhat sane, he'd recognize her as well....but as who she used to be.
Sinistra walked up to the table, running her hand across his chest and up around the side of his head before she licked the blood from her hand and grinned. "Mmm...it's always best when all sweet and sticky." She leaned close to his face and smiled. "How have you been, Dean? Or do you even remember?"
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Post by Dean on Oct 28, 2009 18:44:56 GMT -5
Of course he recognized her. But his mind was unraveling at how long he seemed to have been held in this room. He glared roughly at her as she slid her hand up his chest, licking at his blood. How was he? HOW THE HELL DID HE LOOK!?
"Get. Away." He growled through his teeth. He wasn't in the mood for comapny. But he supposed he knew where the old saying came from now. 'Misery loves company.' But for his case, it clearly wasn't true. "LET ME OUTTA HERE!" He screamed, yanking at the chains that held him down.
It was futile, blood came oozing out after the barbwire cut deep into his wrists. He let out one futile cry for help before he finally succumbed to what his life was going to be like from now on...
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Post by Sinistra on Oct 30, 2009 15:17:23 GMT -5
"I wish I could, Dean....I wish I could let both of us out...but I can't." That voice was different now...it sounded calm, collected...like Corona's once had been. It was Corona. "I've tried everything....nothing works." Sinistra's body didn't move at all while Cor spoke. Of course, it was nice to know Corona was still there.
She had been trapped in that mind for a long time until she was finally able to force forward to a point where her voice could be heard. But she didn't have much time left. She wondered how Dean ended up here and figured it was probably just how she ended up here in the first place.
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Post by Entrypi Cryme on Oct 30, 2009 17:13:53 GMT -5
Entrypi was bored. And, as on usual days when she was bored, she ended up at the torture caverns. She was hoping to find Lucifer there. Ever snce she had gained her new body she was eager to show her Lord that the body was her true self and not an illusion. She was not some little girl playing dress-up. This was Entrypi. She liked this body. She heard shouts and screams and laughter. That intrigued her. Someone having fun and she hadn't been invited? Moving toward the sounds, Entrypi found some new demon with a victim. "Oooh," she hummed, entering. She ignored the woman in favor of the bound man. "You're pretty," she told him, grinning and running a finger over his collarbone. "Are you one of Lillith's?" If this was Lillith's new plaything, she was definitely going to have to have her turn with him. Possibly even break him before the Queen returned. Anything to piss the bitch off was good fun, in Entrypi's opinion. And if he wasn't ont of Lillith's...well, she could have some fun anyway. Torture was her speciality. And if she couldn't find Lucifer, than she had no better way to spend her time, really. |
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Post by Dean on Nov 10, 2009 4:50:05 GMT -5
Dean's body fell into a rhythm all of it's own as it twisted and turned, trying to be free from the barb-wired chains that held him there. He let out a futile cry into the air as he fell back against the cold hard metal table. Suddenly another woman entered the room, his eyes never leaving the ceiling as he tried not to think of the situation he was in.
Lilith.
His eyes closed, squeezing out a tear as he shook his head. No vocal reply was needed. His mind reeled at the fact that this was his own fault. Bobby's voice filled his head; "Don't mess with somethin' ya don't understand boy."
If only he could take it back...
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Post by Sinistra on Nov 10, 2009 13:20:45 GMT -5
The minute Entrypi entered the room, Corona was gone and Sinistra seemed to be back in full control of her body. She immediately snarled at Entrypi. Sin didn't like this one. She was annoying; in fact, even more annoying than herself. Immediately, she slapped Entrypi's hand away from Dean and glared.
"Excuse me! I'm playing with him right now you annoying, nauseating troll." She hissed with a threatening tone in her voice. "You're going to have to wait your turn. Leave....now before I consider playing with you instead."
Truthfully, Sinistra didn't mind torturing Entrypi instead. She liked causing pain to others...especially ones that unlike her, didn't like pain. Besides, Sin really wasn't joking. She turned to run her hand across Dean's face, grinning with a seductive expression on her face.
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Post by Entrypi Cryme on Nov 11, 2009 10:49:15 GMT -5
Entrypi scoffed at the other demon, smirk still on her face. Getting mad was such a waste of energy. And besides, all it did was show a reaction, show your hand. Entrypi preferred an emotionless route. That way no one knew if they were affecting you. To Entrypi, when someone got mad at her, especially another female, it just meant that they saw her as a threat. Used to happen all the time with Lillith. In fact, in her new body, it would most likely happen more often... That widening the grin on Entrypi's lips.
"Have your fun, bitch," she replied, voice airy and light. Turning back to Dean, she grinned. "You really are pretty, though." Leaning forward, she trailed her tongue up Dean's cheek, tasting blood and sweat. She walked to the other end of the cavern, licking her lips. Pretty and tasty. Leaning against the jagged wall, she lifted one foot to sit on the wall against well. "He's gotten complacent," she reasoned, shrugged and inspecting her nails disinterestedly. "Not as fun when they stop fighting."
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