You woke up tied to a chair, in a dark room with a single light bulb and no windows- basement then? Surveying the room for clues, you try and remember all you can.
“So we've got three demons in there and there is four of us” Dean began whilst slotting various weapons into place “(f/n) you go in with Sam and take the demon blade, but try and set up the demon traps and salt lines without them noticing you.. Me and Cas will play distraction. We don't want to hurt these kids if we can help it, okay?” you look to Sam who gives you a small nod and hands you a demon blade. Turning to your left, you smile at Cas before reaching towards Dean and giving him a half hug- it's become a sort of tradition for you and your over-protective brother.
You sigh and grab the salt from Baby's boot whilst Sam gets the spray cans and head towards the house. “You do front door and windows and I'll get the back ?” Sam whispers, earning
2. Boiling them alive in reused vegetable oil.
3. Starving them in an empty room.
4. Amputating their limbs with a plastic knife.
5. Feeding them to a bear.
6. Driving over their bodies with an army tank.
7. Sending them to Afghanistan.
9. Dipping them into vats of hot mustard.
10. Suffocating them with their own fur.
11. Dragging them through a three mile cheese grater.
12. Injecting nitroglycerin into their body.
13. Setting their head on fire.
14. Pushing them underneath a working press.
15. Tripping them over into a bed of nails.
16. Pouring a bucket on piranhas down their throats.
17. Forcing them into a meat grinder and making chilli con carne out of them.
18. Shooting them with paintballs for seventeen hours.
19. Shoving their faces into a deep fryer.
20. Pouring acid onto their stomachs.
21. Sacrificing them to a giant spider.
22. Deporting them to Guantanamo Bay on twenty three fake charges of child molestation.
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
You sighed, looking down at the floor and not listening to the man leading the group of people in orange jumpsuits, including your dad. Why did your dad even take you with him to work? You had no idea. You could think of several other things you’d rather be doing than being here. You’d rather be back at home in bed than here.
“_________?” your dad’s voice speaks to you, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, dad…” you shake off his words. It was obviously a lie, he knew that.
“Oh, __________, what’s wrong now?”
“I just… it’s nothing,” you sighed, “Just a little tired…” That was always your excuse. Tired was an understatement, however… Your father knew you had been suffering depression for a while now, and it wasn’t getting any better, but you still didn’t talk about it. Your father tried eve
Dark clouds and a thunderstorm were reigning over the sky above Bowser's Castle.
As so often before, the King of Koopa's had abducted Princess Peach.
Usually Bowser kidnapped the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom to force her to marry him and locked her in a room behind his throne room, until Mario came to save her and succeeded in doing so.
This time though, it was gonna be alot different then ever before...
Bowser built the worst levels ever to keep Mario from saving the princess the most possible and by that cause him to give it all he has in order to do so.
Also, instead of just locking Peach up and wanting to marry her like in every other of his numerous tries, the spike shelled villain kidnapped the princess just for fun and locked her in a cell, deep down in his castle's dungeon.
While Bowser was stood at a window in his throne room, he was watching over Mario's progress, who had a tough time beating the dozens of worlds and levels on t
Yuuko was sitting in seventh period taking notes when a sudden urge hit her. She hasn't used the bathroom all day and now after many frequent stops to the water fountain, the pressure was starting to get to her. She dismissed the feel and decided that she could wait until after class, crossing her legs tightly to prevent anything "bad" happening. As the class went by, it seemed like time would not move any faster. It seemed like she had been taking notes forever and couldn't seem to get rid of the nagging feeling in her bladder. It became a constant switch of leg crossings; right, left, right, left. It was the only thing she could do to stop the feeling from becoming worse than it already is. She was the student council president and Miss Academics for the past two years she has been in high school. If people found out about her distress, people would shake her off for the wrong person and her reputation w