The knife. Her knife piercing in her side was enough to make her wince but she didn't scream not yet, she knew she would eventually this was Alastair after all, but she would hold out as long as she could. More troubling was the fact that he was in her mind, that he could see all she thought about, and right now, that was Sam. Of course it was Sam.
"He'll kill you" she hissed, utterly convinced of it, maybe it wouldn't be yet but Sam would one day be more powerful than even Alastair. He just wasn't there yet. "He's gonna be someone special. More even than Azazal thought...He's gonna..."
His location. No. No he couldn't have that.
"You underestimate him. You underestimate all of them"
She focused her mind trying desperately to think of something mundane as the line of the cut he was making grew longer. Much longer. She focused her mind on what he was doing to lock her to her body, how he could possibly have done something like that. What kind of magic could forcibly do it. A demon could do it to whoever they were currently posessing of course but to force it?