Even Demons can do the right thing, Castiel & Meg, Gen (Torture), #3 Contrasts
Title: Even demons can do the right thing
Author: Falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Castiel and Meg
Genre: Gen (I guess? Not so sure on this one)
Rating: R(for torture)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #13 Hurt
Dominos Table
Summary: Castiel gets caught, and ends up receiving help from an unexpected source.
-Lord, I wish that you were here...raise me from perdition. This hurts and I do not know if I can carry on.- Castiel coughed feeling the blood in his lungs. He'd heal, but not if he just kept getting more and more of this torture. These demons had a way about them, the ability to make you both beg for more, and wish for death. The things that Castiel had been forced, or asked to do. He was helpless and he didn't like it anymore than the next human. His powers did him nothing here, they had him locked down kept in angelic circles that stripped his powers down to nothing save for keeping him alive. The angel felt as if his wings were bound to his back, unable to fly.
His captor came in again, a female demon that he'd heard both Dean and Sam refer to as Meg. The one who had kept watch on him in his prison of holy oil. She strode in, head held high and a vicious smile on her lips. Castiel coughed again, his breathing very shallow and wet. Inside he almost smiled, the torture ended up freeing him for a moment, pain so intense...it just pulled him away from himself. They'd killed Jimmy sometime ago. "Oh, Cas, my boy...that doesn't sound so good. Might want to get that checked out." Meg walked up to him, and held up his head with a soft hand as she wiped the blood from his mouth. Her voice had been cruel but her touch was so soft, Cas sighed quietly in relief, relaxing into the soft touches while they lasted.
"You mentioned the...carrot...and...the stick. Is this the carrot?" Cas asked, his breath catching as he spoke. His arms were spread out on a St. Andrew's cross, his body naked and covered with the remains of his torture, one of his legs had been cut open the other day or was it a few hours ago? He didn't know anymore. There were several symbols that helped to bind his angelic powers carved into his torso and back, they still bled when he moved, or was whipped.
The demon smiled at him, nodding as she still gently took care of some of the wounds on his face. "Sadly yes, you're getting weaker every day. I'd prefer to just continue as we were, I find it so much more interesting, but orders are to keep you alive." She placed the rag down and stepped back picking up another rag and started gently cleaning the wounds on his chest. She could do nothing about his breathing or the broken ribs, which she pressed over with firm fingers, making her captive gasp. Such a satisfying sound, nectar from heaven itself. She stopped letting his sounds of pain ripple through her being. She opened her true eyes and just looked at him for a moment, she could see the painful white light that was him had dimmed over time here.
Castiel calmed his breathing once again, his whole torso on fire. "Well, I can...see...that you enjoy this." He smiled as he said this, he could feel the hunger in her gaze as she watched him struggle to master his vessel. He dropped his head forward, but he could see the knife in her hand. "Ah, and now it starts." He said, feeling his nerve endings tingling already in anticipation. He licked his lips when he felt the knife connect with his flesh, he shuddered even though she was only running the flat of the blade along his skin as of yet. The cold metal brushing his skin was sweet relief.
When the cutting began he screamed, she severed the tendons in his arms at the elbows the blade effortlessly slicing through his skin and muscle. This was only the first cut but she pulled pain out of him as effortlessly as he once soared in the heavens. Then she started in on the blackened skin over his ribs. She cut right angles into his flesh and then used the thick blade like a skinning knife and peeled back his flesh, revealing bruised muscle tissue and yet more blood. The whole room reeked of copper. Castiel could taste it in the air now, it was all his own.
Meg worked efficiently, peeling back all the exposed skin that wasn't needed to hold the glyphs in place, she examined the broken bones that were exposed as she worked, some were broken jaggedly while others were broken clean through. "My my my, some of these look rather nasty." She said when he was done screaming, his breath coming in ragged pants, blood running down his sides to his legs and further down til it finally hit the floor. Meg's boots were covered in it.
"Please...just end this...go to your hearts content. I forgive you." He could barely talk, his voice a ragged husk of what it once was. His comment gave her pause, not the asking to die, he did that regularly, but he'd never said that he forgave her for anything. He felt the hesitation in the knife edge placed along his exposed muscles. He smiled again, though it was only a small moving of lips.
"I don't need your forgiveness." She spat back to him, but the knife remained still against his muscle. Eventually she shook herself and began cutting again, separating the muscles from the bones, but her heart wasn't in it this time. She was alone in her work, he didn't even scream, just watched her as his vision wavered in and out of focus. Once she had the muscles pulled back she stopped, and started looking quietly at his injuries. She bit her lip a little and tossed a glance at his eyes and even though they were pools of black she looked almost sorry. "This is going to hurt, a lot, Castiel." There was no joy in her statement Cas noted.
She began setting his ribs, one at a time. She said nothing as she worked now. Hell she didn't know what she was doing, helping an angel. They stood against each other on opposite sides of the battlefield. Usually demons were cursed by the angels, demons were corrupted things, servants of Lucifer and only existed to further his goals. He did his best to remain quiet as well, seeing that she was in turmoil. After she set his ribs she took the knife and began slowly breaking the glyphs in small ways, allowing his power back to him.
She stepped back, still biting her lip. She scraped her foot over the symbol on the floor, breaking that as well. When that was done she finally spoke again, "I don't know why I'm doing this, they'll kill me when they find out what I've done, but only after they visit such tortures on me that make your injuries look like child's play." She blinked her eyes back to normal, and looked at Castiel, full of sorrow. "Why do you forgive me?"
"I learned a long time ago...that human beings are flawed...I learned recently...that everyone deserves forgiveness." Castiel was free of the chains, his wounds were still bleeding, his power wasn't fully back to him yet, but it would come. Once he got some time to rest, his wounds would heal.
She remained defiant in stance, but her eyes raced back and forth across the ground. He stood hunched over, but he could feel his wings expanding. He tried to take a step toward her, but faltered. She backed up instinctively and then waited for him to react. He nodded and held out his hand "What would you have of me, Meg?"
"Just go, Castiel. Fight the good fight and all that...just go. I'll manage somehow on my own, I've been fine without your help quite a while. I'll figure this out on my own." He was gone with the whisper of wings and she was gone soon after, the room left as it was, and a knife glinting in the half light, blood still dripping from it's tip.
Author: Falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Castiel and Meg
Genre: Gen (I guess? Not so sure on this one)
Rating: R(for torture)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #13 Hurt
Dominos Table
Summary: Castiel gets caught, and ends up receiving help from an unexpected source.
-Lord, I wish that you were here...raise me from perdition. This hurts and I do not know if I can carry on.- Castiel coughed feeling the blood in his lungs. He'd heal, but not if he just kept getting more and more of this torture. These demons had a way about them, the ability to make you both beg for more, and wish for death. The things that Castiel had been forced, or asked to do. He was helpless and he didn't like it anymore than the next human. His powers did him nothing here, they had him locked down kept in angelic circles that stripped his powers down to nothing save for keeping him alive. The angel felt as if his wings were bound to his back, unable to fly.
His captor came in again, a female demon that he'd heard both Dean and Sam refer to as Meg. The one who had kept watch on him in his prison of holy oil. She strode in, head held high and a vicious smile on her lips. Castiel coughed again, his breathing very shallow and wet. Inside he almost smiled, the torture ended up freeing him for a moment, pain so intense...it just pulled him away from himself. They'd killed Jimmy sometime ago. "Oh, Cas, my boy...that doesn't sound so good. Might want to get that checked out." Meg walked up to him, and held up his head with a soft hand as she wiped the blood from his mouth. Her voice had been cruel but her touch was so soft, Cas sighed quietly in relief, relaxing into the soft touches while they lasted.
"You mentioned the...carrot...and...the stick. Is this the carrot?" Cas asked, his breath catching as he spoke. His arms were spread out on a St. Andrew's cross, his body naked and covered with the remains of his torture, one of his legs had been cut open the other day or was it a few hours ago? He didn't know anymore. There were several symbols that helped to bind his angelic powers carved into his torso and back, they still bled when he moved, or was whipped.
The demon smiled at him, nodding as she still gently took care of some of the wounds on his face. "Sadly yes, you're getting weaker every day. I'd prefer to just continue as we were, I find it so much more interesting, but orders are to keep you alive." She placed the rag down and stepped back picking up another rag and started gently cleaning the wounds on his chest. She could do nothing about his breathing or the broken ribs, which she pressed over with firm fingers, making her captive gasp. Such a satisfying sound, nectar from heaven itself. She stopped letting his sounds of pain ripple through her being. She opened her true eyes and just looked at him for a moment, she could see the painful white light that was him had dimmed over time here.
Castiel calmed his breathing once again, his whole torso on fire. "Well, I can...see...that you enjoy this." He smiled as he said this, he could feel the hunger in her gaze as she watched him struggle to master his vessel. He dropped his head forward, but he could see the knife in her hand. "Ah, and now it starts." He said, feeling his nerve endings tingling already in anticipation. He licked his lips when he felt the knife connect with his flesh, he shuddered even though she was only running the flat of the blade along his skin as of yet. The cold metal brushing his skin was sweet relief.
When the cutting began he screamed, she severed the tendons in his arms at the elbows the blade effortlessly slicing through his skin and muscle. This was only the first cut but she pulled pain out of him as effortlessly as he once soared in the heavens. Then she started in on the blackened skin over his ribs. She cut right angles into his flesh and then used the thick blade like a skinning knife and peeled back his flesh, revealing bruised muscle tissue and yet more blood. The whole room reeked of copper. Castiel could taste it in the air now, it was all his own.
Meg worked efficiently, peeling back all the exposed skin that wasn't needed to hold the glyphs in place, she examined the broken bones that were exposed as she worked, some were broken jaggedly while others were broken clean through. "My my my, some of these look rather nasty." She said when he was done screaming, his breath coming in ragged pants, blood running down his sides to his legs and further down til it finally hit the floor. Meg's boots were covered in it.
"Please...just end this...go to your hearts content. I forgive you." He could barely talk, his voice a ragged husk of what it once was. His comment gave her pause, not the asking to die, he did that regularly, but he'd never said that he forgave her for anything. He felt the hesitation in the knife edge placed along his exposed muscles. He smiled again, though it was only a small moving of lips.
"I don't need your forgiveness." She spat back to him, but the knife remained still against his muscle. Eventually she shook herself and began cutting again, separating the muscles from the bones, but her heart wasn't in it this time. She was alone in her work, he didn't even scream, just watched her as his vision wavered in and out of focus. Once she had the muscles pulled back she stopped, and started looking quietly at his injuries. She bit her lip a little and tossed a glance at his eyes and even though they were pools of black she looked almost sorry. "This is going to hurt, a lot, Castiel." There was no joy in her statement Cas noted.
She began setting his ribs, one at a time. She said nothing as she worked now. Hell she didn't know what she was doing, helping an angel. They stood against each other on opposite sides of the battlefield. Usually demons were cursed by the angels, demons were corrupted things, servants of Lucifer and only existed to further his goals. He did his best to remain quiet as well, seeing that she was in turmoil. After she set his ribs she took the knife and began slowly breaking the glyphs in small ways, allowing his power back to him.
She stepped back, still biting her lip. She scraped her foot over the symbol on the floor, breaking that as well. When that was done she finally spoke again, "I don't know why I'm doing this, they'll kill me when they find out what I've done, but only after they visit such tortures on me that make your injuries look like child's play." She blinked her eyes back to normal, and looked at Castiel, full of sorrow. "Why do you forgive me?"
"I learned a long time ago...that human beings are flawed...I learned recently...that everyone deserves forgiveness." Castiel was free of the chains, his wounds were still bleeding, his power wasn't fully back to him yet, but it would come. Once he got some time to rest, his wounds would heal.
She remained defiant in stance, but her eyes raced back and forth across the ground. He stood hunched over, but he could feel his wings expanding. He tried to take a step toward her, but faltered. She backed up instinctively and then waited for him to react. He nodded and held out his hand "What would you have of me, Meg?"
"Just go, Castiel. Fight the good fight and all that...just go. I'll manage somehow on my own, I've been fine without your help quite a while. I'll figure this out on my own." He was gone with the whisper of wings and she was gone soon after, the room left as it was, and a knife glinting in the half light, blood still dripping from it's tip.