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If you asked a normal sentient being what the most ideal way to spend the weekend was, they might say 'staying home watching TV' or 'going out to party with friends.'

Groves would say 'chained to the cement floor surrounded by a steel cage, being interrogated by pissed off angels.' She was eccentric that way.

The glowing silver cuffs cut deep into her frail wrists, withdrawing ivory colored blood and leaving behind indigo bruises.

They were magically infused to keep her in check, see to it that she couldn't move too far out of line. The chains prohibited her from walking more than an inch.

Though, each time she so much as twitched pain was inflicted upon her from her tormentors.

Her vision would be tremendously obscured due to the salty holy water splashed in her face. It burned like acid.

Hot smoke sizzled and hissed off of her skin, as she let out agonizing cries, despite there being no logical explanation for the steam. 

Groves forced her pained screams into a boisterous laugh, her drenched brown hair matting itself to the side of her rounded face.

Big brown eyes looked up at the angels with a hint of amusement and a bit of arousal. She let the smallest of smirks slowly fall upon her face. "This is fun."

Her voice held a mild rasp from the screams, but the malice and seduction she'd intended was still very much evident.

Any other creature might have been put off even a little, but the angels regarded her with a look of discontent spread across each of their faces.

They were assholes that way. Never effected by anything she did to intimidate them -- at least they never showed any of their unease.

The angels were there to get information from her, and they were determined to get it. Likewise, Groves was determined to keep them in the dark.

There was an evil crawling it's way right out from the pits of Hell. Groves knew, because she was the one who'd let it out. (She thought it'd be humorous to watch the humans tear each other apart trying to understand in their puny little minds.)

The angels, of course, couldn't have that. So, it was only natural that they capture her and, despite their unbelievably high moral standards, torture her until she squealed. (Joke was on them, really. She lived in Hell and endured pain everyday, so she reveled in it.)

In total, there were six of them, all of different shapes and sizes.

But the only one Groves particularly cared to acknowledge properly was the mild mannered one in the back.

With the long face and dark complexion. That well trimmed goatee and flattened nose. Afro hair cut so that it fit nice and snug on top of his head. Oh, and those golden eyes that all angels seemed to share. Those eyes that Groves use to possess herself...

Manny had never been one to step out of line or question the Almighty. He was so pure and holy. Such a good little angel.

He was very fun to toy with, considering he was the only one out of the six angels who looked even vaguely disturbed by what they had been ordered to do.

One of the angels Groves didn't pay attention to splashed another bucket full of holy water on her; she let out a hideous shriek of pleasure and pain, reveling in the agony.

"He must be pretty desperate, huh?" Groves sneered, holy water dripping down her face. "Resorting to violence? Breaking your moral code?"

She paused for a moment, watching their passive faces shift the slightest bit into rage before carefully slipping back into their passive states. They couldn't be allowed to lose control.

Groves smirked, going on just to work them to the edge. "Then again your morality has always been sort of subjective."

Manny stepped forward, gently pushing his way to the front of the angels. He ignored her comments and spoke calmly, kindly, as if that would somehow get her to cooperate.

"Just tell us what we want to know," Manny said. "And we can all go our separate ways, Groves."

Groves flashed him a devious grin, leaning so close to him that he had to take three steps back. "Why would we do that, Manny? Are you not as content with me as I am in your presence?"

Manny gave her an uncomfortable look as one of his fellow angels splashed more holy water on her, prompting yet another venomous cry.

When the steam subsided, Groves laughed darkly, her sharp gaze fixed upon Manny. Her body was on fire, but the pain wasn't anything she hadn't felt before. They'd have to try much harder than that.

Another angel stepped between them, cutting him off from her line of sight, which was, admittedly a little disappointing.

He was tall, buff with bouldering muscles on his biceps and legs. From the self righteous manner that he held himself Groves figured he was one of those moronic arc angels. (Most angels held a bit of self importance, but arc angels were the worst.)

His hair was buzzed the way humans shaved their heads when they went to war. Eyes completely void of any emotions whatsoever.

Groves didn't care enough to put a name to the face, but if she had to guess she would assume this angel was Gabriel. One of the Father's favorites. Pathetic.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Groves, a brief look of annoyance crossing his features before he expertly shoved it down.

When he spoke, his voice was deep, all but a threatening growl, if angels could accomplish that. He spoke slow, as if she were some stupid being that wouldn't understand otherwise. "Where...is it?"

Groves tilted her head to the side. She acted as if she was, in fact, a dumb, confused creature. "What? Your tailor? I'm not sure, but you should probably be out there looking for him because you could use a new su -- Aah!!"

Her sentence was cut short due to the agonizing scream from yet another splash of holy water.

Groves let her head hang low, steam rippling from her skin as indigo bruises began forming and ivory blood seeped from the wounds.

"I will not ask again," Gabriel hissed, his voice booming off the walls hidden in the dark shadows.

Groves bellowed out a huge laugh, in spite of the pain, much to the annoyance of her captors. The water dripped from her nose, her hair sticking to the side of her face, eyes like a rapid dog's. "You'll never find her."

Slowly, she looked up, her smirk gradually forming as shadows swarmed her, enhancing the demonic appearance she had been going for.

Her voice was low, almost as menacing as Gabriel's himself. As she spoke she took pleasure in the fact that all of the angels took uneasy steps back. "She's hidden."

She eyed them all, laughing to herself darkly. "Somewhere you can never reach. All she has to do now is grow, and when she does..." Here she allowed herself the smallest of genuine smiles. "It's gonna be beautiful!"

So, if you're familiar with my story Sandstorm, you know I have a thing for interludes. I wasn't going to have any for this one, but I got this idea and couldn't let it go.

For a while, I have been looking for two characters who fit Amy Acker and Sarah Shahi's looks. Because I mean...come on!

So, I finally got to use Amy Acker for a face claim when I got this idea from reading scarletmischief 's story Labyrinth and I ran with it.

At first, I was going to call the character Joni, but then I thought that would sound too similar to John. So, instead I named her after Acker's character from Person of Interest -- Samantha "Root" Groves. Let me know what you think!