Your skin was rough with the sins of your past, the constant reminder that you couldn't escape yourself. You'd like to think you were tough, unbreakable, but you knew just how easily crowley could manipulate and bend you at his will. God, you wanted to fight him, push him away, leave him behind, but you couldn't contend. Every time, he'd break you down, tell you it was love. You couldn't pretend anymore, couldn't fight away the buried feelings that maybe this was all you were going to get, all you deserved. You never thought you'd depend on the king of hell, and you hated yourself for it, but you craved whatever he had to give.