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CROSSROADS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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I woke up in the middle of the...night?...day?...I don't know, but I woke up to a heavy weight on top of me, heavy on my chest. Something or someone grabbed me by the hair, yanking it up. My head was still swimming with sleep and my vision was hazy. All I could see was a large shape straddling my chest.
"Hello Pet", that sadistic voice purred. "Have a nice nap?" I flinched and threw my hands up, trying to pry his hand from my hair. The fingers of his free hand wrapped themselves around my throat and he chuckled as he squeezed. "Oh, my sweet Darling! When will you get it through your head that you can fight me, but you can't win? So why bother fighting? My hands flew to the hand that was strangling me, scratching and clawing at it, trying to make him let go. He let go of my hair and unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. I knew what was coming and my mouth slammed shut and I clenched my jaw tightly.
Crowley leaned to the side and grabbed something from off the other side of the bed and when he sat back up straight over me, he let go of my throat and I felt a pointy object jabbing me in the neck as I tried to breathe, with my mouth still clamped shut. I struggled to push back the blackness that was threatening to take me. Though I couldn't see what was poking me, I guessed that it was the spear. Crowley liked to torment me with it to remind me that I couldn't stop him from taking me away from Sam. Crowley also liked to remind me that he had been the only one inside of me and that Sam would never have that pleasure.
"Now love", Crowley cooed. "Open up!" He grabbed my hair again and pulled my face up to meet his cock. He pushed hard against my lips as he growled at me. "OPEN YOUR BLOODY MOUTH WHORE!" He pushed the spear deeper into my skin and I felt hot blood running down my neck. "OPEN IT OR WILL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT BITCH!" My lips trembled as they parted and I loosened my jaw. He thrust into my mouth fast and hard with a grunt. I started gagging as his prick hit the back of my throat. He held it there, moaning as my throat muscles tightened around his shaft. I could do nothing but grab fist fulls of the sheets and gag on his dick.
He yanked my head back by my hair slowly, only leaving the head in my moth, then shoved it back down on his length brutally, burying my nose in his pubic hair with every down stroke. And every time he pulled my head down, the spear would drive deeper into my neck. He started to grunt louder and I knew he was close. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to finish. He yanked my head down and held it there as he drained his balls down my throat. He groaned as my throat spasmed around his cock. He ground his crotch against my face as he came down from his high.
"OH, SWEETHEART!", Crowley wheezed out, panting. "I haven't had head like that in centuries!" I gasped and coughed, choking on my own phlegm and his cum. "Now, are you hungry? Or have you had your fill?" He chuckled at his own sick joke. He jumped up off the bed, twirling the spear in his hand, and humming, as he skipped like a schoolboy to the small dining table on the other side of the room. "Get your ass out of that bed and sit at the table!", Crowley barked. Eating was the last thing I felt like doing but my stomach had other ideas and grumbled at me. I crawled slowly from the bed and walked timidly over to the table. I sat with my head down and my hands in my lap. He sat a fast food burger and fries in front of me, along with a can of soda.
"I'm not hungry", I said quietly. Crowley's arm flew across the table and grabbed me by the throat and hauled me half way across the table. I squealed in surprise and pain. He growled in my face as I wheezed for air.
"YOU WILL EAT OR I WILL FORCE IT DOWN YOU BLEEDIN' THROAT!, Crowley screamed. "GOT IT?!" I nodded as best I could with him squeezing my neck and he flung me back into the chair, nearly tipping it over backwards. I sat there for a moment rubbing my neck as I coughed. "Good girl!", the demon purred. "Now eat up! I can't have you dying on me, now can I?" I picked up the burger with shaking hands and pulled open the wrapper. I looked up at Crowley and back down at the burger. I sniffed it cautiously. "I haven't poisoned it, if that's what you're thinking".
"I know that", I sneered. "But you're not beneath drugging people". He snorted at my snide comment. I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed loudly. I couldn't take the delicious smell of the burger any longer and took a large bite. He smiled at me like the proud parent of a toddler feeding themselves for the first time. I tried to ignore his stare while I ate. It was hard. He ogled me like I was a side of beef and he was a hungry lion. After I finished eating, I sat with my head down and my hands in my lap again. I couldn't bare to watch him stare at me anymore. I felt so used. He wouldn't let me have any clothes so he could see everything. I couldn't hide anything from him.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Pet?", Crowley asked. He snapped his fingers and the mess from my dinner disappeared. An ice bucket with a bottle of red wine in it sat on the table next to him, along with two wine glasses. He stood up and grabbed the bottle, pulling a corkscrew out of his jacket. I watched as he pried to cork out of the bottle and poured 2 glasses of the red liquid. He placed a glass down in front of me and sat down with his own glass. I just stared at the glass. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. As I stared at it, it changed. It wasn't wine in the glass, but blood.
"Drink, my Lovely", Crowley breathed. I couldn't stop staring at the bright red liquid as it rolled and swirled inside the glass. I could smell the coppery scent of blood and my stomach did a flip-flop. I started to pant as sweat rolled down my face. I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth but that didn't help. I could taste the blood when I inhaled. "Are you alright Pet?", Crowley asked, his eyes furrowing at me. He took a drink from his glass and when he pulled the glass away from his lips there was blood running down his chin and onto his perfect silk tie.
"I'm...sorry. I...", I blurted and my gorge rose up in my throat. I clapped my hand over my mouth and jumped from the chair, running for the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before my dinner came back up. My stomach cramped painfully as I leaned over the porcelain. I heaved until there was nothing left. I flushed the toilet and laid my sweaty forehead on the side of the bowl, panting with my eyes closed tightly.
"Are you alright Darling?", Crowley asked. When I heard his voice coming from the doorway, I jumped, scooting backwards against the wall. I pulled my knees up against my chest and hugged them tight. "Don't fret, Love. I've had my fill of you for now". He smirked and wagged his eyebrows at me suggestively. I looked down at the floor and he chuckled . My eyes flew up to his as the realization hit me.
"You made me see that, didn't you", I said accusingly. "You made me see blood in that glass". My empty stomach flipped again and cramped up when I thought about it. I had to swallow hard to keep from dry heaving. Crowley grinned at me and shrugged. I glared at him and he laughed at me.
"You caught me!", Crowley said with a fake pout. "Sorry Love. I was just having a bit of fun! How was I to know you'd toss your cookies?" I hid my face in my knees and cried silently. What am I gonna do against that? Now he can get in my head and mess with my mind? How do I fight that? I wailed into my legs as I sat on the cold bathroom floor. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. I was so tired.
So tired of fighting.
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