Eliot was fully aware of the approach, and although he remained unmoving on
the ground like a newly dead thing, his senses were heightened and body
ready to move. But no attack came, no taking advantage to drive the point
home. No, Sam only crouched down beside him and sounded almost reasonable
as he offered Eliot his options.
Cracking open his eyes, Eliot shifted so he could see the demon again. They
were both a mess, Sam covered in a sheen of his own sweat, and of course
blood and cum, and Eliot, he was covered in much of the same.
It didn't matter whether he screamed or gagged himself. Hollering would fit
right in with the setting, and it didn't make him less of anything. For
some reason, he doubted Sam would think less of him either.
"Do you care?" Eliot asked, surprising himself in speaking and honestly
waiting for an answer. Torturers were still human, and at the end of the
task, the ones who did it for a reason, who weren't the sadistic sons of
bitches who enjoyed it, they tried to cope with what they've done. Everyone
was different; some distanced themselves from their victims, some got
closer even though that made it harder for them to continue next time. Sam
was a demon in hell, but according to him he was human once. How much of
that was left? Eliot wanted to know.
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Eliot was fully aware of the approach, and although he remained unmoving on the ground like a newly dead thing, his senses were heightened and body ready to move. But no attack came, no taking advantage to drive the point home. No, Sam only crouched down beside him and sounded almost reasonable as he offered Eliot his options.
Cracking open his eyes, Eliot shifted so he could see the demon again. They were both a mess, Sam covered in a sheen of his own sweat, and of course blood and cum, and Eliot, he was covered in much of the same.
It didn't matter whether he screamed or gagged himself. Hollering would fit right in with the setting, and it didn't make him less of anything. For some reason, he doubted Sam would think less of him either.
"Do you care?" Eliot asked, surprising himself in speaking and honestly waiting for an answer. Torturers were still human, and at the end of the task, the ones who did it for a reason, who weren't the sadistic sons of bitches who enjoyed it, they tried to cope with what they've done. Everyone was different; some distanced themselves from their victims, some got closer even though that made it harder for them to continue next time. Sam was a demon in hell, but according to him he was human once. How much of that was left? Eliot wanted to know.