"You actually think I want to hurt him?" Alastair asked with a chuckle before placing the leather strap over her mouth that preventeded deamons from escaping, or screaming. "No, no. I don't want to hurt Dean. I just want Dean to remember what he really is." Alastair purred in a sing song type of voice as he removed the blade from her shoulder and spun the torture bed in a circle, moving it towards the false room.
"Come onnnn miss O'Haraaaaaa... We're gonna go and have some funnnn togetherrrrrr." He said, dragging out the words in an almost singing manner as he rolled them back behind the heavy door. He then took her phone and tossed it down into the corner of the false room before shutting the door behind them, for now.
The demon prided himself in his work, and looked down at his new 'patient' carefully. "You've been a really good girl, you know that?" He asked with a smirk before picking up one of the blades that were within the room. It was small and curved and quite shiny. Taking the knife, he dug it down into her hip. Once again, intentionally missing any vital spots. He wanted her to bleed, not die. He'd be sure to miss anything that could cause her to bleed to death.
"Such a good girl." He whispered, twisting it against her bone with a chuckle.