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Shatterproof	By : chocolateandcherrysours Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4708 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural show nor characters, Nor do I make any money writing fanfiction. I just play with the characters for my own person enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Thank you to my lovely beta and friend IdjitMonkey (on tumblr) for finding errors that I made when I was up writing at 2am, and putting up with waking up to 20 new messages from me that I send as ideas strike me. *mwah*
Reviews are always welcome and appreciated, and they tend to make me want to hurry and get the next chapter out! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Supernatural, Nor do I own the characters or make any money off of my fanfiction. I simply enjoy playing with the characters from time to time.
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TRIGGER WARNING - torture and mentions of past rape

Chapter 1
“Well, Y/N,” Alastair sneered as he circled you, dragging a blade along your arm, “Have you had enough yet? You know the deal… All you have to do is quit fighting me.” He paused in the line he was making to dig the tip of the blade into a gash on your arm that had started to heal over, reopening it.
You winced but stayed quiet, resisting crying out, retreating into your mind. It was automatic at this point, you didn't have to try to crawl into the black abyss, and you welcomed it. You were tired, and you weren’t sure anymore how much time had passed since he had taken you. When had you become so careless?! You knew the signs, and you still went into that town to try and hunt a demon while you were injured. Idiotic. You realized that you had been silent for too long as Alastair came back around.
“No answer for me pet? I thought that you would have been ready to cave now, it’s been months.” He set down the knife and studied you, watching for a moment of weakness to take hold of you.
“Fuck you.” you stated, then spat in his face. Almost immediately you regretted the backbone that you had suddenly regrown, because you knew nothing good could come of it.
Grinning horribly, he leaned over you, placing his hands on the tops of your bruised and bleeding thighs, “Again Y/N? But I’ve already done that. The next time I want you to be a little more… willing.” But you still felt his eyes rake over you again, lingering, making you shudder involuntarily. “Well, I wouldn’t want any of your new beauty marks to get infected, now would I?” and with that, he whipped around and headed for his supplies.
No matter how you tried to mentally prepare yourself, the burn of the alcohol was never something you could ignore. It was like fire, and continued to burn for hours afterward. The only thing you could do is to close your eyes and brace yourself as he grabbed a bucket full of alcohol and slowly poured it over you, starting at your shoulders, so it ran down your body like liquid fire. As an endless scream ripped its way out of your throat, Alastair walked back towards you, the click of his shoes letting you know how close he had gotten.
"Aren't I such a... Compassionate demon Y/N?" he asked, looking at you with an impatient expression.
You gasped, still trying to catch your breath, as it was impossible to focus on anything other than the burn that covered your whole body.
Alastair grabbed a syringe filled with more alcohol and injected a little into the freshly opened wound on your arm, getting a fresh scream from you. "I said," he growled, "Aren't I compassionate?" He pulled out the needle, squirting extra alcohol around the outside of the wound.
"Yesss." You hissed through clenched teeth. He still hovered around you with the needle close to your arm.
"Thank me."
You had to have heard that wrong. There's no way he just said that.
"Thank. Me. Now. For being so compassionate to you and making sure you don't get infected wounds." He hissed.
'Fuck that.' You thought, 'Drawing the line here. No fucking way I'm saying that.'
"Well, if you aren't going to thank me, I suppose that we could just start all over again, teach you to... Respect properly." Alastair sighed.
"Tha... Thank you." You whispered, glaring at the ceiling.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you pet?" He sneered.
"Thank you for being compassionate.... You fucking evil, psychotic BASTARD!" You snapped, wild eyes glaring at him, wanting nothing more than to beat him to the ground.
He snarled and hit you, hard, in the chest and you felt a rib snap under the pressure and you screamed, tears springing to your eyes, immediately trying to take in shallow breaths to avoid more pain. Yet you still glared at him, not backing down. Not ready to give up yet.
Alastair just stood there, looking at you, seeming to contemplate something, and quickly turned and headed out the door.
After he left you began to catalog your injuries, per normal. It gave you something to do, and kept you from getting lost in a pity party for yourself. "All right", you thought, falling back on your minor medical knowledge you'd picked up hunting, trying to think professionally, "Lacerations on my arms are opened back up, luckily he didn't mess with the ones on my lower legs today, they're almost closed now. Thighs have new cuts, not too deep though, and bruising. My toe might be broken... I can't really tell. Newly broken rib or two. Severe bruising around my chest where the rib(s) broke. Sore spot and probably bruising on my side from something - wasn't paying attention, I think it was a kick. Burns along my hands and lower legs." You winced as you experimentally moved your legs around, "And to top it off it seems as though the pain from the last time that he.... Well... Yeah, that doesn't seem to be going away at all."
As the pain from the alcohol died down to a familiar burning ache, you felt hot tears begin to slide down your cheeks, the salt in them stinging the cuts on your face. Anger renewed itself inside your chest, but not just at Alastair. Anger at how you were feeling. A sudden longing for your family swept over you, even though they were long gone before you had been taken. Your mom had told you of some people to contact for help if anything ever happened to her, and you had been making your way to a place that you thought they could be. You knew they were hunters, and you had been looking at signs that demons and other problems had been cured in different cities. You finally caught wind of them in a little town in Colorado and had been headed that way. The Winchesters. You were told that they had helped your family before, and many others. You got focused on hunting, once you thought you knew what you were doing, and started tracking things down yourself.
Yet again, you started looking around the room, hoping the demon had accidentally left you a way out, but to no avail. The same setup as always, you strapped to that table, nothing but grey walls all around and Alastair’s rolling table of devices… ugh. You hated to even call them that. There they were though, constantly reminding you that you might never be free again. You were glad though, that you were still alive. Alastair had told you about what he could do, if he did kill you. You couldn't even fully grasp the thought of being tortured to death repeatedly. Day in and day out.
You had one other thing to be grateful for. For whatever reason Alastair hadn't touched your anti possession tattoo. You had gotten that done years before, when you first started hunting, on your upper arm. You kept thinking he would burn it off, or cut it off. But for whatever reason, he hadn't touched it yet.
But nothing could be as bad as when he first got ahold of you. Those times were the worst. Alastair said he was training someone, and he wanted him to help break you, but he vanished before he could get him to help with the torture. Oh, he was livid, for months, and he couldn't figure out how he had escaped him....
*flashback*
"Come on!!!" He sneered as he yanked on the chains wrapped around your hands, "I've got... Someone... That you'll be meeting, I'd like some help in breaking you in, and I do love to watch him work." Alastair practically purred with a demented excitement as he pulled you through endless tunnels. Well they seemed that way, they were like hallways, but never completely solidified into walls that you could focus on. Really the only thing you could focus on was the pain in your injuries, especially in your wrists, the way the chains has been rubbing them raw.
Finally coming to a door, you stopped as Alastair reached toward the handle and pulled, and the door swung wide open. A beautiful white light flooded around you, and you felt calm, and relaxed, peaceful. Your injuries weren't healed, but had stopped hurting for the moment. If this was where he was taking you, you'd go happily.
Until Alastair's scream of a fury filled rage overtook the good feelings you had. The light faded quickly as he slammed the door closed. You dropped to the floor and you pressed yourself as low as you could to the ground, not out of respect, but hoping that he'd forget you were there. A few demons ran past you, and he was shouting at them, threatening them and they stammered over apologies as they went to look for whoever had escaped, they were hurrying, clearly not wanting to face his wrath.
You heard the soft steps as Alastair came out of the room, looking eerily calm, his emotions composed into an unreadable mask and he glanced down at you. "Well Y/N, it appears that the man I wanted to torture you has eluded me, so I'll be taking out my frustration another way." And with that you knew that it had just barely begun, your own personal hell, as you felt the first blow across your face.
*end flashback*
Breathing in shallowly to avoid the pain in your chest, you tried to relax. "Happy thoughts, right? In and out. The only way he'll win is if I can't think clearly enough to tell him no. I just need to breathe." In - thinking of mom - out - laughing at her stories - in - feeling her hand smooth your hair - out - out - ou......
*a few hours later*
"WAKE UP!!!!!" Something slapped quickly across your face. You opened your eyes, surprised you had managed to sleep for any period of time, to see Alastair grinning as he undid your restraints.
"Wha.... What are you doing?" You stammered as he pulled you down.
"I've decided that I'm done with you." He yanked you upright and wrapped tape tightly around your chest and you hissed in pain and glared at him. "Can't have you puncturing your own lungs with that rib, now can I pet?" He stated.
He looked somewhat bored as he pushed you into another room. "Clean her up, and do keep from damaging her further, I need her halfway decent looking!" He snapped at a younger blonde demon named Adrienne who had been waiting nearby.
Your eyes widened, though you kept your face towards the ground, heart racing. Was he letting you go? Were you going to be freed? That would be too easy....
"Of course I won't just be letting you free. I'll be selling you. There is a nice little abode of...Well, some demons, and some just really twisted humans that would love a new pet to break, and I've grown bored of playing with you." Alastair grimaced as he looked towards you, "Change her into this!" He commanded as he tossed a box toward Adrienne.
"Why?" She muttered, "Not like this will help the bitch look any better."
"Bitch?!" You pulled your fist back, and punched her in the nose, breaking it, and she snarled and went to hit you back before Alastair stopped her.
"Didn't I say not to injure her further? You shouldn't have pissed her off. She has quite the unfortunate temper that needs work." He said, gesturing for her to get back to work.
She glared at you but began to cut the strips of cloth that were left on you off, and they fell to the ground in shreds. She held up something you never would have worn. It was a black, skintight leather romper with a halter top, no back and dangerous looking v-neck. Sitting in the box were a set of locking leather handcuffs and black ankle moto boots.
"Ugh. Perv." You couldn't avoid the noise of disgust that slipped out of your mouth. Surprising that you still hadn't managed to gain a verbal filter being tortured in hell.
Alastair stepped in close and nipped on, then breathed in your ear, "Deal with it sweetheart. Sex sells, and I want you sold." He leaned back against the wall, "Plus, I'm a bit of a voyeur, and I think I'll enjoy.... Checking up on you now and again."
Adrienne stood as she finished helping you into your "outfit" and walked away, taking the remains of your old clothes with her.
Alastair pushed off the wall and grabbed a length of chain and looped it through the hooks on the handcuffs to clasp your wrists together. He stepped back to look you over, "You'll do." He said, looking up and down, "Not bad."
He gave you a look that demanded you follow and started pulling you along with him. You finally caved and asked, almost unintentionally, it just kind of spilled out, "Why haven't you touched my tattoo?" Knowing that he'd know what you meant.
Alastair gave you a terrifying grin, "You haven't figured it out?" he asked, "That tattoo marks you as a hunter. Do you know how much demons will pay to have a hunter as a pet? Especially one that hasn't broken yet with me?" Your eyes widened in fear at the implications, you'd be bought because you were a hunter, and they'd make you pay for the demons you'd killed.
As you went along, a demon appeared from the shadows and ran his hand up your leg, a horrifying glint in his eyes, "Well she's a pretty little bit isn't she?" He said as he wrapped his hand on your hips and made to pull you closer. He was old, and wrinkled, and yet still had the strength of a demon in his decaying meat suit as he pawed at you like you were a toy.
"Hands off!" Alastair growled, yanking you away, "If you want her, you'll have to bid on her. Tonight. I don't give things away for free." He continued glaring at the other demon, daring him to try something stupid.
The unknown demon backed up, "l'll be there." He said, still grinning at you and leering at the way your body was shown off, scars and all, before disappearing before your eyes.
Terrified, your mind racing, 'Will I have a chance to escape? If I can't and I am sold will it be worse? No, I have to escape. It's my only option. I'd rather die than to stay with another demon.'
"Here we go pet, I do hope you're prepared to behave." Alastair said, as the world went black and vanished around you.
You felt your heart begin to race, and clenched your fists as you closed your eyes tight in fear, and in determination. You were prepared. To fight.
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