Not Until We Are Lost

Mary didn't know how long she was out. Her brain was still fuzzy when she first opened her eyes, and her head was pounding. She was able to focus enough to see that she was in some sort of dimly lit warehouse. A moment later, she heard a noise and realized that someone was behind her. Then came the pain. Cold metal sliced through the skin on her arm like it was butter. Mary bit her lip to keep from shouting out, not wanting to give the sick fuck what he wanted. At least, she was assuming that it was a man, though she couldn't see him.

In between cuts, she managed to catch her breath enough to speak.

"Whatever you do to me, I'll be your last. There are people out there who are going to find you and hunt you down."

There was no verbal response, which was perhaps creepier than if the guy had launched into a monologue. Instead, the knife bit into her skin once again. This time, Mary couldn't stop herself from screaming as the knife darted in and out of her skin.

She wasn't giving up on her chances of survival. Not just yet. But she knew that the situation wasn't looking good. It was some comfort that no matter what, her parents and probably Johnny and Cas would hunt this bastard down and end him. She just had to hope that they found her before it was too late. She knew that if they didn't, this would kill them. Especially Johnny. He'd already lost his family to a serial killer. This was just... She had to hold out hope that they'd all track her down in time.