A night on the bed didn't leave Eliot as refreshed as he hoped, but it was still better than the cage by several times. For the first time he could stretch out his legs when he slept, even if that meant they hung over the edge a little. While the bed felt too soft and he still had trouble sleeping the night through undisturbed, he woke up without feeling his knees and back aching like an old man for once.

It left him feeling good to start the day, even though he expected things to go back to normal and would probably go downhill. He was realistic about it so he wasn't particularly shocked when the Devil showed up again in the afternoon. After the session yesterday, Eliot had the feeling that he wouldn't be left alone so soon, he expected that. It was still hard to see Sam behave like a broken man immediately in Lucifer's presence though.

The clothes, the demon lackey, they all bode ill although Eliot couldn't figure out what. He tried to guess from Sam, but the man was as silent as he ever was when the Devil was around and Eliot found no help from him. Yet the answer was self evident when after the short trip they reached their destination, a clear place of torture with the victim tied down in the middle. The room wasn't an improvised area with plastic wraps for easy cleaning that Eliot was used to, but with a built in drain in the middle that proved it's permanent status. This was the type of place Hell was, and the routine Eliot suffered before Sam took over.

From the clothes he was given --scratchy, he wasn't used to wearing clothes anymore-- he knew the victim this time wouldn't be him, at least physically. But that didn't make him relax at all. He could guess what the Devil wanted with him and the tension in the room just built that much more.

For the first time since Lucifer walked in today, Eliot spoke, "No, I won't do it."