[She writhes desperately underneath the weight of the pipe and the burning sensation of the iron against her skin, her salt-caked throat silencing the scream that rips its way out of her voluntarily.
Her head is turned towards Cas, and a single treacherous tear trickles down her cheek as she watches the blood pooling beneath his injured shoulder. Another silent sob wracks her body as she struggles to push Silva off of her, kicking and twisting as hard as she can with her powers bound inside the trap.
She wants to scream at him to do whatever he wants to her, she can take it. To leave Cas alone, that he's no part of this. But she's not stupid. She knows he's there to add to her own misery. Guilt like she hasn't felt in centuries weighs on her heavier than the weight of the iron pipe crushing against her throat, and all that she manages is an indignant grunt.]
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Her head is turned towards Cas, and a single treacherous tear trickles down her cheek as she watches the blood pooling beneath his injured shoulder. Another silent sob wracks her body as she struggles to push Silva off of her, kicking and twisting as hard as she can with her powers bound inside the trap.
She wants to scream at him to do whatever he wants to her, she can take it. To leave Cas alone, that he's no part of this. But she's not stupid. She knows he's there to add to her own misery. Guilt like she hasn't felt in centuries weighs on her heavier than the weight of the iron pipe crushing against her throat, and all that she manages is an indignant grunt.]