Who: Juliet and Dean! What: Badness. When:early morning post kidnappery Where: [address] of a small abandoned house. Warnings: mentions of torture
Juliet regretted leaving the complex. She regretted not calling Dean, but most of all she regretted barely being able to touch that demon who had brought her to her musty run down little prison cell of a bedroom. That made it twice now in three weeks that she'd been kidnapped and thought she was going to die. Twice that she was left wondering if anyone would care enough to find her. Her hands were bound, and her wrists were raw from fighting at the ropes they were bound by.
Every part of her was tense, she was beyond fear. Still she did that steel faced cop thing that Lassiter had taught her to maintain so well. She was cut and parts of her clothes were torn and shredded but still she didn't flinch. She was numb inside instead. Unsure how to cope with what was being done to her until late into the night. After the first initial wound and anxiety and pain, she shut down. She just couldn't deal with what was really happening in that moment. It was too much. A demon was torturing her, and having fun doing it. Quinn was a demon. The people in that complex..she wasn't sure if she could ever trust them, not after this.
Her breathing was steady and stable, despite her blood staining the old mattress she sat on. She was in a state of shock. By the time morning broke, the demon had gone. Juliet wasn't sure how long or why, so still she didn't move. Her lip was torn and her face was messed up and yet she sat still. Her eyes barely blinking. The sunlight should have been a warm and welcoming sight, but to Juliet it was heart breaking. It meant an entire night had passed, and it was unlikely she was leaving that room again alive.