At first there was a sharp pain, she'd hard worse, but it hurt. Then she became aware of the rest of pain, the throbbing and ache that was in her skull, and a few bruises over her body. Then there was that voice, which at times, felt like nails on a chalkboard to her. Her eyes flew open and her she moved away from the knife.
Now this situation seemed familiar, only this time she wasn't pretending to be chained, she really was. The slayer yanked at the chains holding her in place, and then turned to examine them before she looked at the demon in Faiths body. Her eyes flicked to the knife that was in her hands, and a stab of annoyance shot through her. Slowly the fuzzies in her head began to clear.
"I'm going to say Faith is in too good of a place now to sell out to you guys." she said, voice half dripping with venom, "So which little hell-slut are you?" her tone was dark, annoyed. Buffy already knew she was stronger than this demon. If she wasn't, the demon wouldn't have had eight others jump her, and then tie her up.
Just another coward that managed to crawl out of hell.