You're Just a Piece of My Mind... Or is it My Soul?

[likely_evil]

ooc: follows after this

He was still in the room. Every time he passed out, he woke up alone in the room. Somewhere along the way Dean or Cas had taken pity on him and untied him from the bed, changed the sheets and put new clothes for him to change into. New food and water in the fridge.

Motions to show Sam they cared, but no one answered when he screamed for them to talk to him.

No on that was real anyway.

Part of him knew they were hallucinations. A part of him. But he was alone and sometimes he felt he deserved the torture.

And that was why he knew she came.

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[likely_evil]

Sam just laughed. Of course. of course that was just what she was going to do. Instead of Alistair, Ruby was going to take her pound of flesh from him.

"Do you worst," he stated, just relaxing on the bed and not bothering to fight it. "It doesn't matter what you do. It's not real."

[ilove_atallman]

"Maybe not real," she said softly, before twisting the knife around and jabbing it into his side. "But it still hurts like a bitch doesn't it."

[likely_evil]

He grit his teeth. He was ready for this one and he bit back the scream and when he had it under control he gave a breathy laugh. "Tickles, actually."

[ilove_atallman]

She smirked. "So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?" she asked as she dragged the knife through the space in his ribs. "I should have known better."

[likely_evil]

He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against the restraints on his arm. He wasn't going to give her the scream she wanted.

[ilove_atallman]

She hummed softly under her breath as she trailed the knife over his skin, mostly pushing just deep enough to draw angry red lines, but occasionally jabbing in deeper whenever she felt like it.

[likely_evil]

He refused to scream still, but he hissed and whimpered at each cut as tears escaped from the sides of his eyes.

Dean, please... someone...

[ilove_atallman]

"C'mon Sammy, I know you have it in you," she said softly, continuing to do as she was doing and then shoving her hand suddenly back into the first hole she made. "Give me a big one."

[likely_evil]

That did it as he screamed that time, his hands clenching again as he felt the pain deep inside getting wrenched again.

[ilove_atallman]

"Good boy," she whispered, brushing one last kiss to his cheek as the illusion started to disappear. "Good boy."

[likely_evil]

And as she disappeared, his screams turned into tears and he just tried to curl up and cry at the scars that weren't there, but they were deep inside where no one but he could see them.