Welcome to Hell Darling (P)

Pain. It was everywhere. It didn't help that she was clearly waking up from a drug-fueled haze of sleep. It fogged up her brain, making it hard to discern where exactly the pain in her body was coming from. She fought for control over her body, her eyelids fluttering as she tried yo open them. That's when the voice called out, it's sound,made he'd suddenly break through the drugs. Bringing her sharply into her body, causing her control to slip as a gasp escapes her lips. Her eyelids shoot open as pain flares in her head, a dull ache appearing in her arms. She swings her feet, affirming her suspicion that she was hanging from the ceiling. The air around her is stale, feeling of blood and sweat. She knew it came from her but she could care less at the moment. Her skin felt sticky and unclean, her clothes clung to her body, her dark red hair tangled and matted with blood. It was only after assessing her state that she finally looked at the man across from her, her wide naturally black eyes narrowing as anger flushed through her. "When I get down, I'm going to kill you."

Her lips pull back from her teeth as she watched Crowley pick up one of his many bloodied knives. "The Murderer." She growls, saying this by way of introduction. "Well, now that we're all nice and aquatinted, can you tell what the bloody hell I'm doing here?!" Her black gaze flickers around the room several times, ending each time on Crowley. "Where's my husband?" The ring on her finger suddenly seems to heat up, burning her skin as she tried to think back to the last time she saw him but the pain keeps he'd from doing so.

Sharp relief floods through the Murderer's veins at the mention of her husband's safety. Though, the relief is quickly chased away by disgust as her skin crawled as she watched Crowley's eyes trail up and down her body. "What is it, exactly, do you want from me?"

The Murderer's jaw stiffens as Crowley brushes the blade along her jawline. Jerking her head up and away from it as she fought the overwhelming urge to kick out at him. "You got to be bloody kidding me!" Her British accent thickening along with her anger. She believed the Hell part, she always believed that there was a Hell for those who've sinned. She also always believed that there a small part of it just waiting for he'd to die and take up residence in its torturous depths. "You want me to become your wife, your Queen, just so you won't lose power? But I'm already married!" The Murderer's eyes glinted as she looked at him. "Not to mention you're holding me against my will."

The Murderer is frozen as the images of her beloved Doctor being tortured, hooks through his body as skin and muscle and bone are pulled from his body. Though, once the images release her, she jerks her head back with a howl of pure anger. Hatred flows through her body, it took every once of self-control she had packed away to keep from growling nothing but cuss words at the man. "I'll do it. I'll do it, as long as you let him go."

The Murderer felt her hearts jump and increase speed as Crowley steps closer to her. He was close enough that she could smell him and his scent is surprisingly pleasant. He smelled of whiskey and spice with a very faint, undetectable to the untrained nose, hint of blood. "Just kiss me already and get it over with."

The Murderer's skin tingles with small, electric-like currents as Crowley grips her face. He kisses her with surprising gentleness that shocked her enough to cause her to kiss him back. What happens next was something of a blur to her. The demon turns from her, picking up his knife before turning back around and unlocking the cuffs that had held her above the ground. She slumps to the floor, her bones and muscles aching too much for her to move. After a moment though, she does. The Murderer jumps wearily to her feet, her black gaze flickering around the room as she reached inside her leather jacket, nearly sighing with relief as she found most if not all of her blades still in their places.

The Murderer scowls as she looks down at her clothes. Damn, those were her favorite pair of black jeans. "Just, let me see him one more time. That's all I'm asking for."

The Murderer suddenly peeks up at the sight of her unharmed husband. She tushes to him, sitting on the edge of his cot, taking his face between her shaking hands. "Doctor. Doctor, please wake up. I need you to wake up." She fought to keep her voice steady, all too aware of the King of Hell's presence but the Doctor is her weakness and she always let everything go around him.

The Murderer turned to glare at Crowley before focusing her full attention on her husband. "We were kidnapped. But they are setting you free. I'm making sure of it." As she spoke, she went to work on the fabric that bound his hands. She wasn't able to look him in the eyes, as her own shone with unshed tears. She growls in frustration when her trembling fingers refuse to let her untie the knots so she just reaches inside of her jacket and uses the blade she grabs to saw through it. When she is done, the Murderer drops the knife and helps the Doctor into the sitting position before pulling him into a tight hug. "Protect Diana. You and her are the most important people in the universe to me and I wouldn't be able to bare it if either of you two for hurt." She says this in a normal tone, uncaring of Crowley heard her.