To Dean, it feels like he has been sitting here for a couple minutes, torturing the current soul that was in front of him. But in reality, it had been already been five or six hours. He hated himself for finally giving into Alastair, but he couldn't take the torture anymore.
Dean twisted the blade in his hand and smiled a short smirk. The soul he was currently torturing was a man who had souled his soul to save his job. Dean laughed when he was told this. Dean then slid the blade across the man'a skin.
The man then screamed out and begged Dean to stop, but he couldn't cause he knew if he did, he would be tortured by Alastair. Dean smiled down at the man who was chained up with wires and hooks.
"Sorry, you sold your soul, this is what happens," Dean smiled and slid the blade down the man's body. The man screamed out in pain and the wires and hooks that were in his body, pulled tighter.
"Please just stop," the man pleaded.
"Sorry, boss won't let me," Dean said as he ripped the knife down the mans stomach. The man screamed out in pain and Dean stepped back. He knew this was wrong, but a part of him, actually liked it.