There was nothing Eliot could do while Sam trussed him up like some kinky sex slave, cock in a tight steel ring and linked back to the cuffs that tied his hands together. Once again Eliot got the breath knocked out of him when Sam flipped him to get the cuffs on. He cursed, cussing out in general low growls as everything got locked into place.

Then up he went, just a force that lifted Eliot to his knees like he weighed nothing at all, which was just as well since in his current position there was no way he could've done that himself. Even knelt he had to keep his knees parted, almost to shoulder width, and arms down, shoulders pulled back so his wrists stayed low past his waist. The chain was so damn short that in any other position, he would be pulling incredibly uncomfortably on his privates.

If Sam's intention was to instill fear in Eliot by showing him the instruments of his torture, Eliot made sure it didn't happen. He glanced down, briefly, but only long enough that it would seem he was merely curious and was now satisfied.

And suddenly, everything made sense. Sam was still on hell's probation and Eliot would be his final test. When Eliot grinned up at the demon, it was cruel and without a shred of sympathy. "Then too bad for you, you ain't goin' anywhere." Eliot wasn't breaking anytime soon.