"It hurts me too, Eliot. I had to be broken to be this jaded. Before I came here, I was a righteous soul, a good person. I didn't earn my place here like you did, I was ripped down by Lucifer, twisted, forced into this life."

"I would never have hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, certainly never raped another person. But you would have. If it got you out of this, now, you'd do it to me. So what's torturing strangers? People who deserve their fate? Someone has to do it."

Sam shook his head. He spoke frankly about what had befallen him here, but that was because the words had hollowed him out. They had little emotion to spare.

Bending inward, he pressed his face against the small of Eliot's back, and his hands came forward, just brushing the ring so that the magic that held it released. The ring opened, fell away, giving Eliot some freedom with his arms, and Sam reached up to knot a hand in his hair, pulling his head up off the ground. The damage to his face would heal...in a few hours.

His other hand reached down, curling around Eliot's bruised cock. "Sam," he said, and all of a sudden the dildo he'd thrust into position shifted inside Eliot, found his prostate and began to vibrate. It was conditioning at its simplest.