[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme heard little of the conversation going on between Cason and the other demon. The demon working her over had her full attention, but she heard the comment about her being a pet just before the knife was driven into her shoulder. “I’m no one's pet.” she whispered as Cason spoke, then had the holy water thrown down his throat. She lifted her gaze more, wincing as Cason cried out in pain. She looked at him as he choked and coughed, then at the demon at his side as he gave the word to continue. Before she could look back at the demon working her over, he thumped the handle of the knife in her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she groaned in pain as the knife went deeper into her shoulder. At the demon’s next words, she gritted her teeth and had a retort ready, but he took the knife and wiggled it before she could get the words out. The action caused a small whimper to escape her.

When the demon wiggled the knife again, Esme closed her eyes tighter as a growl like sound escaped her through gritted teeth instead of a groan. Her fingernails dug into the arm of the chair from the searing pain in her shoulder. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at the demon, her blue eyes burning with hatred for the man. “As I said….. It won’t be easy…… Getting me to scream.” she breathed with a small laugh. Little did the demon know, this wasn’t the first time she had been taken, held captive, and tortured. So far, what he had done hadn’t come close to what she had endured during that torture session. The demon smirked at her words, as if accepting the challenge once again, then brought his face to eye level, watching as her eyes followed him. The hate burning in her eyes driving him on to complete the challenge she had given him. 

The demon then leaned in, putting his lips close to her ear to whisper to her once again. “I’ll get you to scream, Blondie. I’ll get one from you one way or another.” he cooed softly. Esme tried to calm her breathing as the demon spoke in her ear and watched him as he pulled away. As he pulled away, she readied herself by pulling her head back away from his. As soon as she saw his face, she brought her head forward, smashing it into his face with as much force as she could. His howl of pain caused a smirk to appear on her face. She watched him stagger backwards as he held his now bleeding nose with his right hand. “You little bitch!” he hissed as he balled his left fist. Drawing back his fist, he swung it towards Esme and it connected with her bruised right cheek, forcing her head to the side as a growl like groan escaped her lips followed by a moan from the pain shooting through that side of her face. She knew the force of the punch did some damage.

The demon stepped forward and to Esme’s side, then took her by the hair on the back of her head and yanked it back roughly, causing the back of her head to connect with the chair and a hiss of pain to leave her. His right hand fell from his bleeding nose to reveal a glare as he stared her down. “You’ll pay for that, Blondie!” he sneered. Taking hold of the knife with his right hand, he pulled it roughly from her shoulder, grinning at her gasp and groan of pain as it left her shoulder before he brought it down and embedded it within her left thigh. This almost brough forth a scream from her but she held it back and made it into a growl, then she began to laugh as she looked at him, her right eye closed from the pain shooting through it and from her cheek swelling. “You Asshats don’t have a clue what you’re in for.” she laughed, sounding as if she was delirious. 

“Is that so?” he sneered as he let go of her hair. The demon then punched Esme in the gut, knocking the wind from her and causing her to double over. She coughed and gasped for air as he left her side and walked over to a table nearby. He scanned the table, looking for the perfect tool to use next, his hand hovering over each one he looked at. When his eyes landed on the perfect one, he smiled maniacally as he laid his hand on it. Lifting it from the table, he turned back to look at Esme, who had finally received from her punch to the gut. As he walked towards her, she lifted her head to see he had chosen a blow torch as his next tool. She knew there was no way to hold back a scream if he torched her skin. Once back at her side, he turned the knob on the blowtorch, then pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it, then adjusted the flame before putting the lighter away. 

Esme looked at the blowtorch in his left hand, then at the demon as he continued to smile maniacally at her. She then prepared herself the best she could as her eye went back to the blowtorch. He grabbed her by the hair once again and pulled her head back roughly. “Now the real fun begins.” he told her as he inched the blowtorch towards her. She watched as the demon slowly inched the blowtorch towards her chest, her nails digging into the chair once more as she waited for the flame to burn the skin on her chest and bring forth the scream she had been holding in all this time. The other demon noticed Cason had looked away from Esme and his partner. Taking hold of Cason’s face, he turned it to make him watch as his partner continued to carry out his torture on Esme. “Open your eyes before I pry them open and use toothpicks to keep them open. You won’t want to miss this.” he told Cason.