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I was currently walking to the motel room, carrying a bag of groceries, when I felt a gun being pointed at my temples. I hate it when demons teleport. 

"Oh, just what I need today. To be kidnapped by a black eyed bitch." I say sarcastically before black covered my vision. 

When I woke up, I was chained to a chair. My guess was that I was in an abandoned building.  It's always an abandoned building, isn't it?

 A guy in a black suit was standing there. I was guessing he was a crossroad demon, but couldn't be older than 400 hundred years. He seemed really full of himself. Ha, and Dean said binge watching Sherlock was pointless. Of course being a psychic helps. 

That was when the torture began. It was always dark and there were no windows. There was no way to know if it was day or night, but I'm guessing I've been missing for about a week. It didn't take long for me to figure out what they were trying to do. 

They were trying to demonize me. I got that when they started the blood injections. All I needed was ten minutes alone. Ten minutes and I would be free. You know what, forget the plan. 

'SNAP' went my chains as I lunged at the nearest demon. I grabbed the angel blade out of his hand and stabbed him in the chest. I licked the blood off the blade before attacking the next demon. Within five minutes I was free.