no more questions || TORTURE

Terror riveted her. She couldn't see what Jervis was doing to him, his body diving down again and again. The deep dark. She knew that Beck didn't need breath- but being unable to see what was happening to him, Sam's brain twisted with illogical fears and hopeless cries. Her remaining eye squeezed close, her ears pressing against her head. She didn't try to struggle. Doing that with the Wildmen had caused her so much more pain. The screams she had elicted in the back of that dark, dark truck, searching for Dean with spread fingers and pawing in front of her- no, it hadn't ended well.

Sam's ears opened at the slick flop that Beck's body elicted as he was thrown on the ground in front of her. Sam stared at him with a wide eye, a tear slipping down her cheek. She stared, and stared, but her lip curled. Her green eye, bloodshot and red as hell, looking towards Jervis. Her gaze swung towards Kydobi, then back towards Jervis.

Stay strong?

"Fuck. You. You're a fucking maggot, and I'm going to make sure to TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF-" A wheeze elicted from her, then a splattering cough and sob tearing from her lungs as her asthma kicked in. Wheezes came from her, bending her head over. But not far enough that she couldn't see Beck. She couldn't forgive herself if she stopped watching. She couldn't let her friends go anymore. Leaving willingly was not a choice. She wouldn't leave him.

"SPEECH"

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