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SEVEN.

Sage was unsure whether she should have felt alarm or relief when the two men brutally kicked down her door, diving in, pushing her onto the floor and knocking the knife from her hand. Of course, Ophelia was screaming and fighting back as they dragged her up and tied her to a chair in the middle of the room, her wrists forcefully bound to the dark brown wood. Sage sat silently, imprisoned in her own head, watching as one of the men quickly drew an intricate looking shape around the chair. The shape was the same as the one sitting just under her collarbone; they mimicked each other perfectly.

Sage felt like she was watching a movie.

The events played out so faultlessly in front of her, that it was hard not to believe that they were rehearsed. The taller man with shaggy hair pulled out a vial of water and a syringe, drawing out the liquid and then passing it to the shorter man who injected it into her bloodstream. The short one then held her head back and her mouth open as the shaggy one tipped a seemingly endless stream of salt down her throat. It was almost as though they had done this before, as though they had been doing this all their lives.

"Look, we know you're a special one," the shorter man – who had a much deeper and tougher voice than Sage had anticipated – threw his thick coat off into the corner. "So just tell us what you're going to do and we'll make your death short and sweet."

"How do you know I'm special, Shorty?" Sage had never heard Ophelia confused before, and her tone took her by surprise.

"We have our sources." the tall one chimed in, shrugging. "Now are you going to tell us or not?"

Ophelia spat in his face, much like in a detective drama when they interrogate an uncooperative suspect. "Never, you moose-whore."

'Shorty' choked back a laugh, "Moose-whore?"

"You can be quiet, hot-shot." The old Ophelia had returned, much to Sage's grief. She had sounded weak and feeble, looked weak and feeble, but what's good never lasts.

Ophelia continued taunting the pair, feeling awfully powerful for someone in restraints. She made comments about how she had seen their father in Hell (and had taken great pleasure in torturing him herself) and had even had a good talk with their brother about killing them. She then directly addressed the short man – Dean – telling him about how she was going to go to Lisa and Ben and rip their guts out to use them as Christmas decorations.

Moose-whore had finally had enough. He injected more water into her – the quantity had increased – and slapped her across the face. "Just get out of the stupid meat suit!"

Sage put a hand to her heart (she could only suppose that she was the 'meat suit'), personally offended at being called stupid.

"Ha!" Ophelia scoffed. "I'll have a fun time doing that, Rapunzel."

Dean did a double take at Sage's chest. "Sam, look." He motioned to the spot next to the strap of her dress (she was no longer wearing the cardigan, having disposed of it after it got too bloody).

"Oh my God..." 'Sam' traced a cool finger over the engraving, the dried blood covering his fingertip. "A freakin' Devil's Trap?!"

"I am either really stupid," Ophelia bit her lip. "Or exceptionally smart."

"Yeah, I'm bettin' on a stupid ass whore." Dean sneered.

"Every man to his own." Ophelia shrugged.

The two men spared no time in getting Ophelia back to where she belonged.

As the two men poured salt down her throat, it felt as though her airways had opened up, and she could finally breathe again. As they splashed holy water on her skin, the scorching sensation felt refreshing, and her body wasn't burning anymore. As they dragged the knife down her arm, she felt relief flood her (not pain), similar to that when she used to pull on a thick jumper on a frost-bitten day.

She felt whole again.

Dean took a small lighter out of the bag they had brought in with them, flicking the little button to ignite the flame. "Let's burn this sucker off not-your body, and then we'll get down to business."

[enter le winchesters.

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