" I..." The stench of achohal was heavy on the woman's breath as she staggered down the warehouse halls, far away from everyone else, where the sound of the music seemed to be drowned out to a low muffle. The corridor was dimmly lit by fading strobe light that was over head, swinging from a rope from the ceiling. " Where am I ?" Her voice echoed through the halls and was met by the screeching of cogs and gears which were hooked to a generator that powered the massive warehouse. She stumbled forward, over her own feet, and crashed to the ground on her knees, which skinned them lightly, which of course she didn't feel beacuse she was so intoxicated. The drink she was holding in her hand splashed onto her black leather skirt, which quickly ran down to her leather platform boots. She stood up, her purple hair swaying from side to side as she pressed herself against the wall of the corridor. He wrapped her arms around her leather belly shirt, which was long sleeved, and knelt down, more of her sliding down the wall to a fetile position. She then wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face into them.
A faint growling came from down the corridor, which seemed human, but she wasn't so sure. She pushed herself up, the idea of fleeing quickly flashing through her mind, but as quickly as it did, she retrieved the image of a figure chained to the wall. Though she didn't care to much, she still couldn't let something suffer like that. She crossed her arms at her stomach and continued down the corridor, her eyes fixed at the ground. She glanced up to see the corridor was ending, giving birth to another room that seemed to be the boiler room. Sweat beads began to build at her forehead almost immediatly, trickling down her frail face and off her chin. She could see that a figure was in the red tint of fire in the corner. His chains stretched behind him, his shoulder dislocated so he could not move them, and even further, they were still chained. On each of his wrist he wore more shackles, which connected to the wall. His legs were chained together, then shackled and chained to the wall. His body was leaning forward, and as soon as he heard her footsteps his ears perked up, but he didn't move his head.
She took a few more steps forward, her voice at first crackled and low, " Are you..." She stopped speaking as she tried to imagine the pain of such heats, then being chained to a wall and having her shoulders dislocated, " How do I get you out of here ?" She stook a few more steps forward, removing her hands from each other and rubbing her hand along his shoulder. He couldn't move, so he didn't react. She took a small hair clip from her hair and put it into the cuff, working it around in a circle. It clicked a few times, then finally unlocked. His right arm fell to his side, lifeless. He twisted his arm around almost one hundred and eighty degrees, and with a sort of 'popping' sound, it came back into place. He turned his head up to look at her, and in one quick movement he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her forward, throwing his head back so his long fangs would pierce through the leather shirt, and into the flesh of her neck where he twisted his head around to the right so the wound would open up more. As she grew pale, he moved his arm around to her back, pulling her up towards him.
Her screams shuttered throughout the corridor as he sank his fangs further and further into her neck. With a quick movement he ruptured her vocal cords, so she could only try to scream. He threw his weight to the left, his left arm breaking free from the chain on the wall, but the chain still was attached to the cuff on his wrist. He pulled his head away from her neck, which caused her esouphogus to tear, pulling a large piece of it with him. He chewed on the flesh in his mouth as he dropped her lifeless body to the ground. She was still twitching on the ground when he popped his left shoulder back into place. He grabbed the chain on his feet and jerked them towards him, so they would tear from the wall. It took a few tugs, but they broke free, from the cuff. He stepped on the body, crushing her stomach into the cement floor. she left little blood on the floor, since most of it rest within' Dean. He licked his chin as he looked around for an escape, hopefully the one that imprisoned him here wouldn't sense his escape. Even if she did, he would just kill her and leave. Or at least try.
( There is no way he could kill Nyx, but he wouldn't give up the fight so easily. and also, sorry I described a bit of the club, I just needed a kinda morbid setting. Freddy Crugar stuff...)
