TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, nothing too bad, just, saying she was abused for a few paragraphs.

3 parter mini-series. It's 3 am. Sorry if this sucks ass.

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Dying. You felt the abuse and assault carve into your heart. 

You were dying, plain and simple. In an alleyway, your clothes in shreds around you. You knew this was your last moments on Earth.

You looked up at your offender, who looked undeniably proud. "I... Forgive you. May God have mercy upon your soul."

The man looked down at you, and smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart, but you'll be needing that. Tip: Don't be out at midnight in a high crime rate area. But, you won't be needing that, as you are just a thing."

You quickly prayed for him, being religious and all, and fell into Hell, and warp speed.

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You didn't feel dead, not at all. You felt more alive than you ever had. Adrenaline was rushing through your system. You got out of the bed, which has beautiful red silk sheets, and gasped. This room was beautiful.

The floor was a dark stone, which pleasantly, wasn't cold. The walls were a satisfying yellow, like sunflower petals.

On the left side of the room, where you got up from, where was a black vanity, with a mirror and chair. You looked in the mirror and smiled. You didn't look bad at all. You were almost glowing.

Your (H/C) was almost tangle free, and it was draped over your shoulder. (AN: If you have short hair, it was just left as it was. If it's shoulder length, it's pinned up.)

You smiled sat down there. You weren't ever the one for looks, but you looked amazing. You had clear skin, which was difficult for you ever to have.

You heard a tray clatter, and a maid with a beautiful black and red fabric of some sorts on the floor.

She screamed and you looked at her, confused. What was going on? Where even are you?

You got up and bumped into the wall. You looked around as a few more people piled in.

"What i– Oh my." A blonde haired guy looked at the maid and then you. He had pitch black eyes, and it terrified you.

"Who are you people?!" You yell, as a very important man walked in the room. He seemed very frustrated and busy.

"What ever it is, it better be good." You cowered down as he said this. He referred to you as a thing.

A thing.

You started to cry, for no reason. Subconsciously, you had a reason. But you just couldn't think of it. The important guy saw you, crouched down in front of you and sighed.

"Thank you. You are dismissed." He whispered to them, and his face had a sheet of relief over it.

"Come on. Get dressed, and I will have someone waiting outside your door. Take as much time as you need, but not more than an hour." He helped you up, and you sighed.

"Who even are you?!" You almost yelled, sobs racking your body. He looked back at you, and had a straight face.

"Crowley." He then looked forward and walked out. 

He walked out and you almost fell,
Your legs about to give up. You were going to refuse and walk out.

You sighed, and decided not to. He looked like he had a lot of power, and not someone to piss off.

You took off the nightgown and slowly put on the dress. You looked into the mirror and smiled. You never had looked good in a dress before, well, not usually.

You sighed as you just put on some eyeliner. You decided to leave your hair as it was, as it was amazing.

You sighed, as you left the room. It only took you about 20 minutes for all of this.

"The King will see you now." A person escorted you, and you saw people screaming, and being tortured.

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PART 1 yay