ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ.

          Emily followed his gaze to the markings on the ceiling, sighing rather heavily. She couldn’t feel the power racing strong in her blood, and it made her feel vulnerable. At least she had a temporary ally with the King of Hell. But if he didn’t want to stand, it would be hard for her to, so she sat on the bed beside him. At his question, she turned to him, an eyebrow raised. “If you could somehow manage that, I would be thrilled,” she responded, though she couldn’t imagine how he could accomplish this.

              a small scoff escaped his lips.                    sure, it wasn't the best time to laugh,                    but the response from the witch had                    been so... dense he couldn't help but                    to find it funny. had she never been                    in a situation like the before? or is it the                    fact she had no one to come looking                    for her if things were to turn south?                    either way, what an unfortunate soul.

                          ❝ he or she -- even it --                           has to show their face                           sometime. could be a few                           minutes up to a few days,                           a predator always shows                           their prey a glimpse. even                           if it's just a voice.                                    it's the FIRST lesson in                                         psychopath 101. ❞

                     kidnappers loved to take credit for                      what they've done. that was a known                      fact, and even if the owner of the                      idea to kidnap someone didn't show,                      they would have to send in another                      person. they would have to. they need                      to feed the witch, unless they are                      planning on her to starve. or maybe even                      slide a plate through the door, whatever                      the case may be.

                             ❝ relax. enjoy the quiet while you can. ❞

          Emily looked down at him, an eyebrow raising as he finally spoke. “King of Hell?” she repeated. “Great.” Her sarcasm was obvious, and she glowered down at the handcuffs keeping her there. Hers had some symbols on them as well, something to limit her powers as a witch. “Believe me, I don’t want to be here or handcuffed to you,” she said. She noticed the devil’s traps on Crowley’s side of the handcuffs, and sighed. He wasn’t getting out very easily.

          “Can you stand up?” she asked irritably, though it was clear that her frustration was directed at the handcuffs. “Who do I have to kill to get these off?” she asked no one in particular.

              crowley observed the room around               them once more, thoroughly surprised               they were even dropped onto a bed.               someone had wanted them here, trapped,               and that someone knew a thing or two               about demons. and apparently, witches too.               it wouldn't be long, to his benefit, that               his loyal demons would realize he               was gone, and would then take action               upon that. the king glanced over at the other               as she asked him a question, and he kept               the frown on his face.

                  ❝ i can, yes. there wouldn't be much point                         if there's no way out, however. ❞

                  it wasn't just the handcuffs. he glanced                   up at the ceiling to see the devil's trap                   placed there as well as a few other                   markings limiting the witch's power even                   more, DOUBLE security. this kidnapper had                   had his or hers experience with this before,                              and was very cautious.

                      ❝ let's see our capture's face,                              shall we, darling ?                       much easier knowing who or                       what we're against. ❞

kingiism

          Emily groaned. Her entire body ached. The bed, for some reason, seemed hard and cold. But then, of course, she realized that that did not make sense. The witch’s eyes flew open. She was in some sort of windowless room, with dim lighting and concrete floor and walls. And she was… Emily lifted her hand, only to find it attached, with handcuffs, to a man beside her. She tugged on it to wake him. “Hey,” she said.

               there was a small tug on his wrist,                awaking him from his.. disturbed slumber.                eyelids opened, and brown hues                stared at what was in front of him for                a  l o n g time, as if absorbing his                surroundings.                                                     odd.                with a confused face now present,                he glanced around the strange room                until his eyes landed on the woman he                was                     --- a glance down --                handcuffed to. grumbling now, he rolled                his eyes, seeing how the handcuffs had                devil traps carved into them to PREVENT                him from escaping.