#plot13.3

Crowley leered over her like so many times before. He waited a few moments for her to take stock of everything, smirking more as she struggled ever so hard against the binds he’d carefully placed. She squirmed futilely for a few more minutes and only stopped after they held her still and wore their way into her skin with every move against them.

Broken whines escaped her after that, wanting to be let go so she could just curl up in the corner and wish them all away, ignore them until they went away. His hand closed around her throat almost instantly to cut them off before tutting under his breath. “Seems like you need to be taught a little lesson, our bad little bird has been trying to get out.”

Her eyes didn’t catch more than a blur before her sight went black, setting her on edge and trying to remind herself that she couldn’t have possibly gone blind. Another rustling of fabric echoed in her ears while her head was pulled up and something dug into her scalp with no warning. By then she felt like she was being smothered, struggling for the next breath as her body slowly tried to get used to breathing like that.

Crowley hissed into her ear, “We’ll check back on you in a day or two, hopefully by then you’ll of received the message.” Then she couldn’t hear anything else, not even the silence she had gotten so used to was there, it dragged at her and pulled her down while her eyes begged to see anything but the nothingness, to smell something, feel anything before she just tried to run away from it all.

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This time she got to jump forward, just feeling the helplessness that had settled in by now, the way that her mind was breaking down under feeling absolutely nothing at all. She couldn’t make any noise to beg them to let her loose, couldn’t fight or move or do anything but break down into smaller pieces knowing that if she gave them reason to they would leave her like this until she died.

A few times he had come to check on her, locking her back into the nothingness the moment he would see so much as a glimmer of resistance in her eye or anything he could count as a fight back.

It felt like weeks had mulled their way by trapped in darkness before she was begging for him to come back and let her go. This time when he pulled up the mask she didn’t react in any way other than staring blankly up at him, even after a stinging blow lit its way across her face she didn’t do anything, keeping her face toward the side. The demon gently turned her head back toward him, a smug grin spread across his face at the still blank look in her eyes.

A few words slid their way from his lips that she couldn’t come close to grasping the meaning of. Sound pounded at her ears a few moments later, namely what she used to consider silence and his deafening laughter as she winced away the smallest bit to try and escape the noise before forcing herself back into non reaction.

 What was left of the angel still couldn’t move, wouldn’t dare move a muscle for fear of him forcing her back into the darkness. Short, gasping breaths still escaped every few moments, her lungs begging for the air that had been so hard to get.

Crowley only smirked at her, simply watching to see her struggle while her mind did everything it possibly could to keep from falling apart while keeping Crowley happy. When her eyes would start to drift shut the demon lurched forward, forcing the cloth back over her mouth and nose.

Her arms jerked against the restraints, trying to reach and pull away the piece of the mask that was making it so hard to breathe. The attempt was given up almost instantly, eyes glancing up toward his and silently begged that he didn’t isolate her any more.

“Don’t worry darling, as long as you keep quiet the next time we won’t have any more troubles. Given… you’ve learned your lesson. I wouldn’t want you to have to get put through this too many more times.” He chuckled under his breath before walking away, giving no notice to the pained tears escaping bright red eyes.

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She didn’t want to wake up, curling into a smaller ball while hands clawed at her face to try and remove half of a mask that wasn’t there anymore. Broken sobs escaped with every breath, pain shooting across her joints while she forced her body into as small of a ball she could manage, trying to keep everything away before it could hurt her as well.

Caligo tried to just lock herself down again, that maybe if she could just get away then no one would pursue her and she could try and fix what was left of herself and the angel. Her mind didn’t want to stop working, didn’t want to go back and face every memory of what it had already been through once.