"This is your mother's blood. Sweet as sugar, and thick as cream." He poured the scarlet liquefied remains of his mother down his throat.
Chained to the wall by his limbs, Sam is being force fed the hot and life of his dead mother. He coughs and chokes, but Lucifer holds his mouth open, to hold the bitter liquid.
"You know Sam, I'm just getting started." Lucifer walks over to the side of the cage, and holds up his hand. "Swallow it Sam." He said. Sam was about to spit it out when Lucifer moved his fingers.
A thin, black thread was threaded through Sam's lips and he couldn't scream. Sam's eyes were full of fear. He knew that this is going to last forever. He knew no one would come to save him. He knew that his soul will go on like this, being tortured and burned to char, a million times over, because he would never stop fighting.
"Swallow it, and I'll unthread." But still, Sam refused. "I was hoping you'd say no. Or at least refuse to." Lucifer grinned, showing his bare white teeth and his black forked tongue.
The chains holding Sam started to tighten. NO. Sam thought. Not again. And his limbs started to tear away from his torso. Slowly and painful, the coal black chains began pulling in four opposite directions. Screams filled the cage and reflected back, making his torn ears ring.
Lucifer clicked his tongue, and flames arose around him. As the shackles pulled, flames licked away at Sam's ski, burning every inch of his body. He could feel his skin peel away, turn to dust and fall to the ground. He could feel his flesh being eaten by the maggots Lucifer had created with Sam's mother's intestines.
"I love this bit." Taunted the Devil. The maggots climbed up Sam's broken body and twisted through the thread and into the boy's mouth. Inside, he could feel the maggots begin to grow, and force themselves down his throat. Sam closed his eyes. Through his cornea, Sam could feel the maggots eating away at the insides of his eyes and power themselves through his eyes.
The pain Sam felt was indescribable. No human soul had felt that pain. Had felt that agony. The pain Sam felt was worse than when a mother lost her child. Worse than when a child lost her parents.
And he swallowed.
Sam was tortured by Lucifer like this. Physically and emotionally. One day it was Dean. The next John. Every time Sam was put back together, Lucifer had a new way to torture Sam. New ways to make Sam suffer. New ways to try and make Sam lose faith. And each day, he failed.
This was what it was like for Sam. This is what is was like to be tortured by the wayward angel himself. This was what it was going to be like for over a hundred years. You see, Sam was to suffer like this for, in Earth time, one year - but one month is ten years in Hell.