Nothing Left to Say

"We'll get in trouble for having a fake badge. We gave them two chances." I opened the door.

"She's not wrong, you know," I said, walking in. Immediately, the floor opened up underneath my feet and I fell, yelling.

"I wasn't talking about trouble with the police, I was talking about trouble with the witch." I tried to contain a few laughs when he fell.

"You alright?!" I called down the hole.

I groaned in response. I landed on my leg and was pretty sure I sprained it. I looked up and around. It was dark, and it looked like a dungeon. The only source of light was from the hole I fell down, but that was growing small as the hole started to seal up. "Natalie!" I called, reaching out for her before I was thrown into pitch black.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose between my pointer finger and thumb. "Looks like we have another problem on our hands."

I looked around. "I hate witches," I muttered, looking around. Suddenly, the room was lit up by torches on the walls. I was in a dungeon, by the looks of it. Suddenly, I was thrown back and into a chair. Chains that were hanging from the wall sprung to life and bound my arms, wrist, ankles, and torso to the chair. "I really hate witches!" I yelled.

I immediately started looking for a way to the basement.

I looked around. The only exit was a small door with a devil's trap on the floor and one on the ceiling.

"Tony!?"

I looked around. I sighed and tried struggling. Of course it was no use. "Whoever did this, can you at least loosen my leg? It's kinda sprained or whatever," I muttered. Suddenly, I figure walked into view. Darn it, Asurath was right. It was a woman. But, not like, one of those old creepy ones, but more, younger. Like, really young. My age young.
This made me more scared than anything. "Who are you?" I asked, struggling again.

I found the door and ended up stuck in the devil's trap.

I looked over and saw Nat. This made me more reassured. The witch, however laughed. "I can smell you demons a mile a way," she said. "But two that's working with a hunter? Now that was a shock." She turned back to me. I gulped.

""You clearly don't know who you're dealing with."

"Demon that works with a hunter? I'm gonna guess the Winchester daughter." She walked over to me. "Hmm... who knew hunters that weren't Winchester's would be so adorable?"
I gulped and blushed. "I-I am engaged!" I stuttered.

I nodded a bit and concentrated.

I tried to look away. Women scared me still.

I made the concrete crack and broke both of the traps.

I smiled in relief, but it was at that moment, the witch grabbed my tie and pulled me in. I was fairly certain that I'd be rubbing red lipstick of off my lips for a week.

I stabbed the witch and the mark turned red.

I looked up at Natalie, not sure whether to be completely scared, or relieved. Both, I decided. "Th-thanks."

"I didn't kill her."

"Still. I'm sorry."

((I'm watching Hotel Transylvania 2 and it's totally making me think about Tony and Natalie's future! It also makes me think of that fact that I am in desperate need a life.))

((We all need lives Jaydinn, haha.)) 
I made my way down to the basement after having an adventure of my own with some werewolves. I was covered head to toe in blood. "She's not what I expected." I said, looking at the witch.

"Same. Can you get these chains off?" I asked, moving my arms to demonstrate.