John
John Jones was not expecting this. Well.. perhaps a little. Kidnapping wasn't a new thing for anyone on Earth, or any other planet for that matter. He just had not expecting someone to get the drop on him. Zor-El would have probably loved to see him like this. Probably Zod too, but if that were the case, he'd have been ordered to kneel first. Perhaps John should have left his mind more open to hear evil thoughts while he was out. But as it was, the attack had caught him by surprise. Mostly the object that struck him from behind. He had only seen black afterward. He probably would have flown off if he had another minute or two of consciousness. But he didn't have that, unfortunately.
The next thing he remembered was waking up on a slab, the coldness on his back. His ankles and wrists were bound by chains and shackles, and a leather strap held his waist. He considered becoming invisible. But if whoever did this was close by, he or she would only need to strike down in his direction to find him. He definitely had his suspicions as to the culprit. It could very well be Alastair, which made him disappointed that they weren't told of a weakness. John would definitely have some questions later. Assuming it was the demon himself. It could very well be another one, or maybe even a band of humans that got lucky and had seen torture movies too many times over the last summer.