Eliot sensed Sam's movement through the water, but it was the statement that made him snap open his eyes. Sam was serious with his offer, he could give Eliot a blow job under water, not only a reprieve from his daily torture, but to treat him to something that he could enjoy. There wouldn't be any pain or humiliation, not even really surrendering required. With his eyes closed and Sam underwater, he could be a man or a woman and there wouldn't be a difference. And more over, Eliot would be the one in the position of power, possibly.

"Why?" It would be easy to accept, but while it sounded wonderful, the story of how Sam came to learn that trick made Eliot sick. He wasn't the Devil, he wouldn't make a man suffer for his own pleasures. His eyes hardened slightly even though Sam didn't mean it as an accusation. "I told you, I've never raped anyone. Ain't gonna start now with you." He closed his eyes. "You can rape me for your daily quota if ya need to. Just gimme a few more minutes to wash up."