Emalee let out a scream of pain. The silver cutting into her flesh burned with the power of a raging hot fire, like poison sizzling over her skin, like acid slowly dissolving her.

"This is what you get for taking our leader away from us," a voice hissed in her ear. She writhed, straining against the bonds on her wrists and feet, jaw working against the gag in her mouth. She growled deep in her throat and glared at the man in front of her. A wide, evil smile split his face as he advanced on her again, tracing the tip of the knife from her cheekbone to her chin, then her right collarbone slowly downward. Blood dripped from her wounds. Cuts on her face, bruises where her torturer had punched her, and all the blood had made her almost unrecognizable. 

EAT SHIT, ASSHAT, Emalee thought loudly, wishing like hell she could spit the words in his ugly, godforsaken face. The man walked closer, straddling her lap. She thrashed violently, absolutely disgusted by the gross man. Another muffled scream issued itself from her throat before he clapped a hand over her mouth.

"None of that," he drawled in a fake, sweet voice. The knife sidled its way back up to her face, the flat of the blade tapping her nose. She snarled and snapped her teeth, almost catching his fingers. He clicked his tongue and shook a finger in her face like a scolding parent.

"You bad girl," the man chuckled, leaning in even closer and brushing his dirty lips over the hollow of her neck. His hot breath fanned over her skin. It smelled awful; a mix of rotten meat, decaying flesh, and shitty diapers. Not something anyone ever deserved to experience, no matter who.

Emalee let out a wordless roar and thrashed again, her eyes alight with an intense fury. She almost, almost threw the man off. He straightened in her lap, a fake glitter of authority glittering in his gaze. The expression turned into the evil, ugly smile as he placed the tip of the knife under her jaw, forcing her to look up.

"I really hate to do this, you know," he whined, slowly applying more pressure onto the knife. A drop of blood slid down the stained blade, followed by another, then three more. Emalee gasped for breath, fighting against the gag. The man smirked and reached behind her head.

"I'd like to see what you have to say," he breathed in her ear as he untied the gag. She shuddered, then lashed forward, sinking her teeth into his neck. He screamed and jerked away from her.

He stumbled off her lap. Emalee smiled triumphantly and spat the chunk of flesh she'd torn from his neck in his face. He wiped it off and advanced again with a look of pure hatred.

"Do it. Kill me," Emalee growled, her voice rough and scratchy. She looked him straight in the eye and refused to look away, daring him to pierce her heart with that cursed silver knife. "Then you can burn me or some shit and carry on with your useless, shitty life."

"I should," he murmured, almost as if in thought, and brought up the knife in a flash of silver. In those few seconds, Emalee prepared to die. She was ready to accept her fate.

But it was not to be. One, two, three bullet holes appeared in his chest, ripping all the way through his body. Blood spattered over Emalee and poured down his front. He turned, murderous.

"WHO DARE-" Dean came from the shadows behind him and effectively decapitated him. Eileen rushed forward and untied her bonds. Emalee fell out of her chair, shaking.

"Eileen," she half sobbed, hugging her sister tightly. They embraced on the ground together, Marley joining them. She looked back up at Dean, who was standing there awkwardly.

"Get down here, you idiot!" she snapped. He blinked and crouched on the ground, gathering the bundle of limbs in his arms in a hug.

"Everything's alright. We're here, Em."