Rehearsal (Acoustics 'Verse)
She’s a singer; classically trained, Sam thinks. She’d hit some impressively high notes while Dean had fucked her last night and Sam barely restrained himself from ripping them both to shreds.
Now she’s rehearsing, voice soaring through the empty concert hall, and Sam listens, enthralled, before beginning his tests. He tears her apart, repeatedly, until he’s sure Dean can be tortured far past the point of death without ever losing consciousness. Her echoing cries make Sam rethink what he has planned for his brother.
Not a cage. Instead, a room like this, where Dean’s agony will fill every square inch.
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