The changes in Sam weren't even subtle, they were blatant and obvious and left little to doubt that it was fear that sparked behind those eyes. Eliot didn't say anything to Sam closing the door and moving away, and that was when he heard the sound of footsteps as well. He turned quickly too, putting his back to the scene although he kept his eyes and ears open for what came next.

The voice of the Devil was like any other man's. It wasn't particularly deep or evil, sounding as normal as Eliot or Sam, yet there was something malicious in its carefree tones. Eliot heard the distinct sound of chains rattling, the hard impact of a body thrown onto the bed, then the unmistakable rustle of clothes being removed and then... fucking. It was over in minutes and the Devil was saying something too softly even for Eliot's good hearing to make out. It marked the event as over though, and instead of staying, Eliot heard Lucifer's footsteps retreat. Eliot waited until the soft tread were completely gone to carefully look over his shoulder.

Sam was alone, chained ass up on the bed, and left there with a sheen of fresh cum coating him in messy splatters that reflected the room's light. Carefully he turned in his cage, grimacing when it jolted his arm, and rolled do he faced Sam.

Eliot didn't feel any better seeing his torturer raped in return, and Eliot didn't think for a second it wasn't that. While it appeared that Sam was used to it, submitted to it, it didn't look like he enjoyed it.

Eliot brought back the words Sam said to him earlier. "Have you learned to want it yet?"