Fourteen years. That was the answer but it was a rough estimate according to him. She dropped her eyes and looked to the floor as she was left in a mess. Blood and semen smeared across the floor and her body. She could feel the sting in her back as she raised to her shaky feet. She took a stuttered breath as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened. She looked across the dirtied ground and found herself taking step after step until she found the closet. Opening the door she reached up only to feel like her back was on fire. Tears tore down her cheeks as she managed to grab a towel. Turning to the cabinets in the hall she pulled out a cleaner and then limped back to the room. She sprayed the ground scrubbing at ti despite the sting in her back, every inch until it was clean. No evidence of what had happen there. She stared at the spot after. Clean, no blood or fluids stained the ground but she could remember it so vividly. The pain, the pleasure, everything. Her body shivered as it recalled the marks, fresh marks along soft skin that would be there for her entire life.<br/><br/><br/>Standing she threw the rag into the fire pit and set it on fire. Her eyes cold as she watched it burn, those brilliant blue eyes seemed hurt at the idea of what she had done. Walking into the bathroom she turned on the shower, the water turned down to a luke warm before she decided it would still be too hot. It was nearly ice cold, holding little warmth before she stepped in. The second the water touched her skin a sharp inhale and loud cry of pain left her lips. She fell forward though it didn't help her body escape the pain that now ravaged her. She let out a scream that she had held back so many time in front of Spencer. She felt her legs lose strength and she crumbled to her knees as the water continued down her scored back. Each blister stung, some broke, letting the puss leak down her back. Whimpering softly as she let the pain become so bad it seemed to numb itself.<br/><br/><br/>Soon she forced herself to wash, despite the pain, despite the fact that she felt as if she would die she stood and cleaned herself up. Once done she wrapped a towel tightly around herself. She reached for the phone and she dialed a number in. "I need your help." Were the only words that left her lips before she hung up. She felt dizzy, her body shook from her forcing herself to move. She walked across the room and stumbled onto the counter, barely able to hold herself up. She groaned. Closing her eyes she prayed for strength, prayed to live through this. She started the hot water for tea before she found her way to the couch, collapsing in nothing but her towel she passed out.<br/><br/><br/>The next few days she hardly kept consciousness, but the person she had called was the same man she had asked for the book that had put her in this position. Erin had washed her back keeping it covered in ointment and wrapped. Giving her tea when Wynonna was awake enough for it. He kept her hydrated and when the weak witch finally woke he was sitting next to her. "How are you feeling Wynonna?" He asked softly his dark eyes looking over her. Wynonna shook her head. "I am okay." She pushed herself up and groaned. "How long?" she muttered and Eric sighed. "Three days." He sat back in the chair. "What happen Wynonna?" The young blonde smiled. "I can see and that is all you need to know." She kissed his cheek and pushed off the covers. Still naked with nothing but the bandages but she didn't seem to care. She walked through her clean house. Everything cleaned up and the book was burning in the fireplace. "You burnt it?" She called back and Erin walked through the doorway. "After seeing you, damn right I did." He grumbled only to find crystal blue eyes focusing on him. "You should really stop loving me Erin." she spoke coldly.<br/><br/><br/>Grabbing her robe she pulled it on and went to making herself breakfast. Grabbing her laptop and looking for new jobs. She was quite proactive. Erin only coming over to wash her back, but as it healed, she stopped calling him. Weeks passed and with her back healed and a new job she seemed to be on top of the world. That was when the morning sickness hit. Her head swimming at the smells. She didn't understand. At first she ignored the symptoms. That was until one of her co-workers mentioned it.<br/><br/><br/>"You having morning sickness? Because that's what it reminds me of." Wynonna's eyes flashed with horror at the idea. "There is no way." she refused to believe it. Despite herself she was in the general store her eyes focused on the pregnancy tests. How could she be pregnant. With his child, with a demon child. It was impossible right? She grabbed one and headed home, getting there she stared at the box that now sat on the table, her hand on her womb. She wasn't sure if she believed it. Blue eyes thinking back to the night she gained back her sight. It was only three weeks since she had managed to get her life back by selling her soul. Now here she was wondering if she had a demon in her. She was quite as she now sat in the chair and stared absentmindedly at the small box that held a new twist on her future.