Darkness. That's all she saw, Darkness. Ryan who had passed out, groggily woke up, tied to a chair. Normally she would be able to rip right out of there, due to her immense strength, but there was a problem. Painted on the floor was a devil's trap, holy oil lit aflame around her, along with some spells written on the floor and above her.

"Shit." she mumbled weakly to herself.
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The young huntress glanced around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a dark room with even more spells and warding in the walls. The only thing that seemed normal was the door.

A couple of minutes passed as footsteps advanced towards the seemingly normal door. The same masked man and a few others walked into the room, each holding some sort of weapon. The man in the mask took a few steps towards Ryan, "Hello, Miss Carter. Glad you're awake." he said, his voice disoriented.

"It's a cozy place, don't see a reason not to sleep." Ryan replied sarcastically. One of the men behind the man in front of her snickered quietly. "Class A comedian. Now that my act's over can I go home now? Or am I that loveable?" Ryan said, obviously wanting to rip all of their eyes out.

"I'm afraid your not going to be able to go home, Miss Carter." The masked man said, leaning closer to her face, "What do you know about Colt Knox?" he asked, his tone deepening.

Colt Knox, a man Ryan had the pleasure of meeting during a hunt in Vermont. She had gone to the local police there, seeing him talking to the deputy about a woman that had her throat ripped out. Knox was actually a retired cop, but when the unusual death of that woman showed in the papers he couldn't stay away.

Ryan and him worked on the case together, slowly uncovering that he also used to be a hunter. He had worked with Asa Fox in the past, one of the best hunters in America besides the Winchesters.

Ryan looked at the man in front of her, wanting to keep her friend out of trouble, "Nothing." she replied, looking him in eyes through his mask.
"That was not the answer I was looking for, Ryan." The masked man said, raising his hand before bringing it down on Ryan.

This continued on for a couple of minutes, the masked man asking for information on Knox, and Ryan refusing to say anything. Which resulted in her getting punched in the gut and collar.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT KNOX??" The man yelled in Ryan's ear.

"BÏTCH, I KNOW NOTHING!" Ryan said, now wanting to slowly get creative with her answers.

The man was about to bring his hand down again, but the door opened, revealing a certain blonde woman. It was the woman from the bar. "Agent six, that's enough. Go, your wife is wanting to know where you are." She said with annoyance. The masked man growled lowly at Ryan as he got up and left the room.

"Aw, but I liked him." Ryan said, trying to joke her way out of the pain she was feeling in her ribs. They were definitely a bit bruised.

"I'm sure you're going to miss him once we get started, my dear." the woman said, looking menacingly at Ryan.

"Really? I guess I'll need to know your name first." Ryan joked a bit, already having an idea on who she was.

"Starla. The one who hexed those people who are now in filing cabinets." the woman said, revealing she was the witch.

"But I guess you already know that." she said crouching down in front of our brunette, "Now, you're going to tell me everything you know about Colt Knox. Even if I get it when you are on the brink of death." she said frightfully calm.

"Go kiss a wendigo's ass." Ryan said with a weak smile, knowing she was in for a world of hurt.

Starla returned Ryan's smile with a fake one as she reached into her boot, bringing out a knife. "Lets get started." she said, motioning to the men behind her who wheeled in a metal table.

"Yay." Ryan said sarcastically while sighing.