Eliot's body jerked in pain at the rough entry, which brought a hiss of pain when the movement agitated the wounds on his chest. Blood, even the copious amounts he bled, was not enough to smooth the way, especially not with how much it had congealed already since being exposed. But then Sam was anchored against the small loop with the cuffs where the chain was too short between them for Sam to hold anywhere but his chest, or tug extremely painfully against the bent metal bar, and Eliot froze.

Locked as they were, he had nowhere to look but at Sam right now, and Sam definitely was forced to face Eliot. And his pain. There was no way for Eliot to hide in this situation, not the pain, or the slight trembling in his exhausted body, or even the slight bit of shame that he was doing his damnedest to ignore about the whole situation.

Likewise he had never faced Sam up close while the man dealt with the rape Lucifer dealt him on a regular basis. It should have been a private thing, how a man deals with torture, and Eliot felt like he was intruding by even meeting Sam's eyes as the Devil prepared him for another rape. At least Lucifer was using lube, which made Eliot feel mildly relieved that he wasn't going to take Sam the same way.

Still, it made Eliot's skin crawl to think Lucifer was the one controlling things, and he felt horrible for Sam being caught in this sandwich. No apology was necessary, Eliot understood, and he was the one sorry for continuing his fight.