Sam understood, at once. Sam was what was going to be used to control Eliot, he'd understood that since Lucifer's first commands. But Eliot cared. That was what Sam had done to him. He held up, grateful for Eliot's help as they moved across the room again, and letting a soft hiss or pain and relief as he was lowered back down into the water.

When he could think again, speak again, he looked right at Eliot, intensely.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry, Eliot. If I hadn't made you care about me... Honestly, I don't even know why you do. I rape you. Every day. I don't deserve your compassion."

His back was aching now, the muscles complaining, going rigid in an effort to prevent movement and therefore continued pain. Sam was trying to get them to relax in the hot water, but it was hard. He hurt all over. He looked back across to Eliot.

"There's no way out of this, for either of us. I'll condemn you, whether you're willing or not."