Eliot knew it wouldn't be easy, that an attack had risks, but he thought he had at least a chance. But whatever damage he did to the demon seemed inconsequential, and Sam struck back so swiftly and ruthlessly that there was no doubt the fight was finished then and there.

Eliot didn't exactly scream when his arm was broken, snapped clean and jagged edges of bone poking through skin, but he certainly cried out from the shock of pain and tensed up against it. He didn't want to but he was squeezing tight around Sam, not even thinking of the demon as waves of white hot pain washed out and dominated all his senses. His world was slow to return, and he had lost thoroughly by the time he was aware of how Sam had taken advantage to take his remaining arm in an arm lock to force him back against Sam.

In his new position, Eliot had to arch back to keep his shoulder from dislocating. This put him right against Sam where he had to open his legs wider, as far as he could within his current restrictions, and try to hold himself up for the demon's fucking. It was hellish, humiliating, and tested his strength and endurance to maintain position to ride this out. Hopefully, it will finish up soon, but Eliot gritted his teeth and steadied his stance in preparation for the long haul anyway. He wouldn't put it past the demon to drag this out to get his point across.