Souls would always beg and plead to avoid torture, but apparently not her, she simply took a deep breath getting ready for whatever he had in store for her –just like Alistair had said. It was the same bright green shade of his eyes. After that, he took a few steps back and sat in an armchair. She opened her mouth trying to gasp for air but a bright red flame escaped her lips instead. Dean remained in the armchair, ready for the show, watching her squirming and twisting against the rack. He was always careful with his tools, he’d always taken good care of them in life and it was no different now. She lost track of it till she didn’t know whether it’d been months or years, and during that time he used a number of different tools and methods. Here we go for another round!” she thought. He’d come up with this theory when he’d first started torturing souls as a way of justifying his own actions and, unknowingly, he took some comfort in
