Part 3

                                    

                                          
I'm tied down to my bed six days now. My hands are cuffed to the headboard of the bed. The only time that I can get up is the one time every day that I am allowed to go to the bathroom for 20 minutes.
                          
"What is taking so long?" Dean yells from outside the bathroom causing me to jump from my seat. "I'm getting dressed" I say and quickly wipe my tears away. "Oh, sweetheart, you know that you don't really need to". 
                          
I took my time to get dressed and I sit on the counter. I don't want to go with him again. I have to find a way to leave. But my thoughts get interrupted by the door that opened and someone comes in. "I'm sorry that I am late I didn't mean to" I start to beg him to not hurt me. He places his hand on my throat and squeeze. He lifts me from the ground. "If you disobey again, it won't end well for you". He drops me to the floor and I gasp for air. "Understood?" he yells "Yes, yes sir" "Good, let's go now" he says and grabs me by my hair. I yell from pain but he ignores me and continues to drag me to the bed. "Dean please let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone what happened" "Why let you go baby? Don't we have fun?" he says and smiles while he was cuffing me on the bed again. 
                          
He leaves the room and I start to cry again. I can't take this any longer. I'm tired of him torturing me with any possible way just for his entertainment. He tried to bring back the memories from the nest, sucking and biting my neck. He cut me with every knife he could find. He even peeled off a few layer of my skin from my leg with the potato peeler from my kitchen. And the sexual abuse... Don't even get me started.
                          
"I got to go. You better stay in your place till I come back" Dean says and leaves. He did that almost every day. He was getting a text and then he was leaving. That's my only chance if I want to leave. I look around for something that will help me escape but nothing. Dean had cleared everything, from the room and bathroom, that could help me escape. 
                          
What if I dislocate my thumb? I thought. After a few painful tries I manage to dislocate my thumb. I was able to keep the most of my scream inside. I relocate my thumb and I get the other cuff off my other hand. I run to the living room as fast as I can and I find my phone. I quickly dial Sam's number. "Hello?" "Sam, I need help. There is something wrong with Dean. He has me tied down on my bed and I can't take this much longer. Please, I'm begging you" "Ok, ok, calm down. I'm coming there. Try not to get caught again. I'm coming, ok?" "Ok".
                          
I go to the door and open it. Dean is standing right outside. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my face and I fall on the floor. He grabs me by my neck again. "What did I say?" he yells "Dean please let me go. I'm begging you. I can't take this anymore" "Oh, sweetheart, that's really good to hear" "Why are you doing this?" "Because it's fun" he says and his eyes turn black. 
                          
"No" I whisper "Yes" "How? Your tattoo is still there" "Honey, I'm not possessed. It's me, Dean, just the new model" he says and smashes my head to the wall.
                          
I wake up on my bed and I realise that I am cuffed once again. "No, no, no, not again" "Shh" Dean says and places a finger on my lips "Shh, don't cry now baby because what you lived those six days was nothing. The real party starts now" he says and kisses my cheek. He walks to the door and comes back with the peeler in his hand. "Remember that? We had really good time with it, didn't we? Or, well, I did" "No, please" I say terrified "No need to beg baby, I'm doing. First on your thigh" he says and comes next to my ear "then I'm thinking on those beautiful boobs of yours and nipples of course and I think you can imagine what comes next" he whispers. As he gets up and moves to my legs I start to kick him off. But it doesn't seem difficult for him to stop me. 
                          
He places the peeler on my thigh but a sound from outside the room interrupts him. "You better stay there, I'll be back" he says and leaves the room. There are sounds that seems like they are fighting. After a while I realise that the other voice is Sam's. "Sam, please, help" I yell "Give me some time to deal with Dean and I'm coming for you" I hear him yell. 
                          
After a few minutes the room's door open. I see Sam run to me. "(Y/N), hey, are you ok?" "No. Sam how is he a demon?" "Long story. Now let's go" he says and picks me up. "Thank you" I say and I let the tears to escape my eyes. 
                          
"I'm going to call a cub for you, just tell me were you need to go" Sam says "No, I'm coming with you" "(Y/N), are you sure? What he did to you--" "I'm coming" "Ok, but if you feel uncomfortable you let me know" "Ok". I get in the car and I sit next to Sam in the front of the Impala. Dean is cuffed and is sitting behind Sam. "Oh, miss (Y/L/N) is coming with us. Nice" Dean says "Shut up" Sam yells. This is going to be a hell of a ride.