As breathing became more and more difficult, a heavy panic set in. Demons..why did there have to be demons? The fear she tried to hide broke as the knife penetrated her skin. She pulled at the restraints in a futile attempt to escape. She could feel warm blood roll down her neck, it soaked the white collar of her blouse. She didn't want to text Dean. She knew what Alastair was to him, but at the same time she was sure he would follow through on his threat. Just maybe if she worded it right, Dean wouldn't show up alone like Alastair wanted. That was the last thing that she wanted so she texted. She didn't say to come alone. She didn't say much of anything except what he'd told her before the come alone part. Then the texts started pouring in. She wanted to respond and tell him everything was okay but there was a knife at her throat.
A knife that brought fear to her eyes as they met Alastairs. Her knuckles turned white from pulling at the restraints holding her back. "Don't hurt him." She tried to plead with the demon. The knife however brought back awful memories of Quinn. Her blond brows knit together as she tried to move as far away as she could get. Small beads of sweat gathering on her skin, it felt like she was hyperventilating with the restriction he'd put on her throat. Blond bangs fell gently into her face.