You were being stabbed in the thigh by Sam, him staring at you with his black colored irises. Blood was oozing from the stabbing.

Sam grabbed your chin roughly with his hand to make you face him. “Tell me, where is the Colt?”

{{user}} yells, “Fuck off!”

Sam grips your chin harder. “Tell me or poor Sammy will get hurt” The demon mocked in Sam’s body. You gripped the demon knife in your jacket pocket.