Joanna Beth Harvelle

""Owie... Don't hurt my tiny little feelings, girl," he teased with a little pout, clearly just mocking her after her obvious sarcasm at the beginning. He knows things were mostly focused on his own entertainment and pleasure, but with time who knows, right? Yeah... Probably not happening, but one way or another he was going to feel pleased anyway, that's for sure.

He chuckles when he stated his mental state, he was a demon after all, sanity was the last on his list. "Yeah... I know, dear." Clearly he wasn't letting her go, it was obvious by now. Her defiance, her growls only made his grin get even wider and his grip tighter everytime she tried to struggle against him. He sees the reaction in her eyes when she seemed to process his sayings, and he lifted his bros when she repeated the word 'enemies'. "What's that? Are we finally getting our noggin' workin'?" He teased. "Yes, I'm one of the monsters you normally hunt. A demon." He ended up just saying it, why not?

Seeing her trying to struggle and move under his weight, he chuckles once again. "Tut, tut, tut, now, now. I told you, ya're mine, pet... I don't care for anyone else, I just want you." He bites harder on her neck, making her feel his teeth, and while he wasn't a vampire, his fangs made sure to make her notice them. "Tell me to stop..." He teased in a deep growl as his free hand roams her side, gripping around her hips, threatening to pull down her jeans."

"The moment when she started to realize the situation she was in and some fear could be sensed in her, Demian clearly sighed at it, rejoicing in the scent of it, loving at how her expression even changed a bit, at how her heart raced within her chest. It was intoxicating. "Sure... Keep telling yerself that, little one," He whispered when she kept trying to hope for the best. Slowly feeling at how she was giving in and her strenght faded. "Hmm... That't it, just give in. This doesn't has to be a bad experience for ya, blondie. Ya'll see," he teased.

And well, regarding her behaving, it was pretty easy to get if someone asked him. "Shouldn't that be obvious? I want ya to be a good girl for me," he began to say, releasing her wrists to caress part of her hair out of her face and he gently grips at her chin, making her to look up at him in the eyes. "Hmm... I love hearin' ya beg, Joanna..." He chuckles later, brushing his lips over hers for a second. "Though are ya sure you're innocent bein' a hunter?" He asked, adding later; "Clearly ya can tell I'm no human..."

His dark eyes scanned her form, her expression, taking into detail at how beautiful she was looking like this. "We might be enemies, but ya have no idea how much I've waited for this moment." He purred darkly, seductive while he inhaled her scent, brushing the tip of his nose on her cheek, then down her fragile neck while still holding her down. "Will ya do as I say from now on, right?" He made her feel the sharpness of his teeth as he nibbled the crook of her neck."

"Yeah, clearly his strenght wasn't human, he seemed to be more than just that. Eventually she would find out in case he didn't tell her beforehand, but for now things were like this. Unlike in the past where Joanna was kidnapped by Meg, this time everybody 'alive' who knew her thought she was dead. There was no way anyone would guess she was still alive and kicking, meaning no one was coming to the rescue. She was his prey, his plaything. His.

He wasn't shocked to see that reaction out of her, it actually made him laugh, it was expected when she yelled at him that way. "Who's gonna find ya, I wonder, huh?" He mocked, showing his teeth in a wicked grin. Finding funny her sayings when she was actually helping herself with her stubborn atittude, only making his grin turn wider, his hold over her tighter. He felt her hands trying to fight him back by pressing hard over his wrists, Demian narrows his eyes, the darkness within his gaze could be even frightening. He continued to pin her down, catching her chained wrists with his free hand to push them down when she tried to hurt him in the face, he didn't let her scratch him not even one bit.

"You don't get it, do ya?" He says later, still in a low tone of voice, letting out a soft yet dark chuckle as he tries to contain his own excitement. "No one is comin' for you, Jo... Yer mine, so I'd suggest ya to get used to the idea and not make me mad." The demon threatened, brushing his lips against one of her ears, his hold still strong, making sure he has her where he wants. He knew she was in pain, but he didn't care. If she had the energy to fight him back as she does, then she clearly can endure with that insignificant pain.

With the hand that was pinning down her wrists, he also makes a move with a couple of his fingers to press against her stomach, over the wound, causing her even more pain. "You see... I made sure to save ya, but I can make it really hard and painful for you if ya don't behave. Do ya hear me?" He says, some anger even showing in the tone of his voice, his facial expressions as he clutches his own teeth near the end of his question. "Go on, I defy ya... Test me some more.""

"It couldn't be helped, the sight was amusing yet aluring, just seeing her helpless like that... It made him even bite at his bottom lip for a second when she still show a fighting spirit regarding her obvious situation. Because yes, obviously he couldn't just be some kind of rescuer when he brought the chair close to her as he did, clearly he was her captor. Then her attempts at screaming and kicking him away made him chuckle as he reached for her ankle to drag her back over the side of bed at least, pinning her down with one hand over her neck against the cold floor.

"My oh my, ya sure are a feisty one, ain't it?" He said huskily so close to her, his senses catching the scent of her fresh blood pouring out of her wound. "Well, you're lucky I actually don't mind that, in fact... It only fuels me up, blondie." Reaching to the duct tape on her mouth, he yanked at it out harsh enough to make it painful to her. "Let's chat for a little bit... But don't be a bitch now to try and yell at my face. Unless ya want things to get interestin', that's up to you and... I actually wouldn't mind if ya push me into it." He says, squinting his eyes at her, amused. "Please do."

"I know who you are, I know every fuckin' thing about ya, Jo." His stare gets slightly serious as his fingers pressed around her fragile neck, his nails digging into her skin slightly. Finally filling her up with some insight of information. "Just a heads up to light ya up and make you understand yer situation; I saved ya, and now you're mine. Get it? Pretty easy to comprehend." "

"Around the room there wasn't much she could even use as a weapon, most of what lies in there is trash, empty barrels of liquor, boxes and such. The walls had some chains though, and there was another door in which her captor used to keep intruments for torture or even toys. Clearly it was locked, and only he had the key that opened it. As time passed by and Demian was in a room nearby, he gets to hear the struggles and gasps the blondie was making. Turning his face to the side at first as he focused more onto it, he smirks to himself as he played with the edge of a pocket knife before placing it back inside his jean's pocket.

His steps took him back to the room the blonde was being hostage, and opening the door carefully, he went inside. Staring down at her as he squinted his eyes a little, he releases the breath of a laugh. "Wow... You're awake. That's good, sunshine. Veeery good." He closes the door behind him and dragged a chair with him, using it to sit down near her on the bed, noticing at how the blood stained her shirt after her struggles. "I wouldn't recommend ya to keep on strugglin' so much, dearie... You'll only make it harder to yourself and your recovery." He chuckles, amused with some malice in his eyes, yet he lifted his brows to match his grin. "You almost died, Joanna, remember?""

"As always, Demian was used to have some fun in whatever place he goes, he now was just heading back to the bar he owns, jumping behind the counter and greeting a few demons that worked with him. One of the girls actually welcomed him with a smack on his rear, Demian laughed amused at that and stole a kiss from her later, making her giggle. But anyway, when he was getting ready to just attend some people nearby, he heard one of his pals mentioning him something about a prey he had been stalking for a while now. The funny and peculiar thing was that this prey of his was a hunter.

As the demon he was, hunters were their enemies... But Demian has always been lured by the things that shouldn't be even touched; Like fire. Angels... Hunters. This pal of his let him know that this group of hunters, alongside with the Winchesters, were planning on assaulting one of their Father's hideouts. This was an era in which Lucifer was freed from the Cage for the first time, and as loyal demons, Demian and the others had to work and follow orders as it was usual. Meg also let him know of things regarding Lucifer, being a close partner and someone he actually had some sort of a crush, he was also loyal to Meg. Sometimes he even went with her to take on special tasks or missions from Lucifer himself whom curiously seemed to enjoy the presence of Meg the most, but he smiled once or twice at him as well. It was an odd feeling, but he liked it, made him feel he belonged somewhere.

Despite that, he had his peculiar hobbies and these hobbies didn't let him stay in one place for long. The bar he owned was usually open just because other demons took care of it in his absence, but after this day his bar was going to shut its doors for a while. Not only because Lucifer demanded their attention now, but because he also needed it empty. That night the demons left and he headed towards Carthage, Missouri. It was the place Lucifer was meant to be, but by the time he reached that town he was already gone. Hellhounds walked the streets and he got to see the hunters' group from afar. Jo was there, making the demon grin to himself in anticipation since today was going to be the day he was planning on showing up before her, but things took a peculiar turn and one of the hounds hurt her badly. Dean carried Jo into a nearby convenience store with Sam and Ellen, 'her' mother, right behind.

Things unfolded in a way that made the boys leave the women behind while they focused to get rid of the hounds as if they were kamikazes. Jo couldn't move and her mother didn't want to leave her alone, so they planned on dying together. Thing Demian wasn't going to allow. If the older lady wanted to die, fine by him, but not his precious little blondie. Not a chance; She was his, and he was going to decide the moment of her departure, so by the time Ellen was ready to set off the bomb, thinking Joanna dead, he teleported just a second before getting hold of the blonde and taking her with him away from that place. From far away it can be seen the store blowing into the air, Sam staring into it with sorrow, Dean didn't even dare to look back. His anger palpable.

Jo was hurt alright, but she wasn't 'mortaly' wounded by some strange miracle, so he made sure to help her out, stopping the bleeding and making sure she would survive under his care. Obviously unconscious, he let the girl lay down over one of the beds he had at the basement of his bar, a small little room he used like a cage to keep up some of his victims when he felt in the need to play, now was the blonde's turn. It didn't matter if she was in pain once she woke up, she still was going to be chained and restrained. He can't let her escape now, can he? Not yet.

A grin tugs at the one of the corners of his mouth as he brushed at her bottom lip with his right thumb, staring at her with clear darkness and a messed up obsession for her. She was so pretty, so innocent in a way... He knew she was inlove with the older Winchester, but never dared to have an affair with him if it meant he was only interested on a nightstand. No, she was a decent girl, wasn't she? Not a slut, not a whore. If Dean wanted her, he had to love her, prove himself to her. He was sure she was still a virgin and it only made his thoughts wander, he didn't even need to get inside her head to discover that, it was obvious with girls like this one. Oh... He was going to be the one to induce her into a new world of torture and pleasure all combined. She would learn to enjoy pain, to be taken, to be used. She was going to cry so much, beg so much... And he could barely wait for it.

The room was sound proof, but he was going to have fun trying to taunt her and give her fake hopes. He duct-taped her mouth and waited for her to wake up. Her wrists and ankles would be also tied together between them, separately. Her hands resting over her stomach for now. He left the room to work on other things, planning on returning soon to check on things around her."