This is getting more and more difficult to write. I would have to say I'm more of a "Dean girl" but I can relate more to Sam, and decribing him getting sliced apart every day is very hard for me to do.

Anyway, Enjoy!

Part Three: Day 36 in the cage

Sam was beginning to lose count of the days. Why was he counting anyway?

He woke up the same way every single day. Shackled to the side of the cage, like an animal. Lucifer sat beside Michael, taunting him and to defy him again and whispering little threats into his ear so he could have a reason to slice up the innocent archangel. Sam had heard nothing from Michael, except the silent sobs he let out when Lucifer decided to tear Sam apart.

Sam was adjusting to the monotony of interrogation, getting used to the routine. Burn, cut, slice, and bleed. Heal; repeat. The only thing that had changed on an everyday basis was the sex. Sam actually looked forward to it. Every day, Lucifer became more demanding in his sexual exploration, and Sam obeyed, knowing that it would be worse if he didn't. Lucifer hadn't gone as far as to cut off limbs, but he threatened enough for Sam to give in. Sam was a slave. And the worst part was, he knew it.

"Get on your knees." Lucifer commanded, reaching to the back of Sam's neck, releasing the pin that held the cuff together. Sam huffed out a rugged and labored breath; his mind was still reeling from having his aorta cut, and waking up all healed. Lucifer had a pattern. When he sliced Sam, the tent in his jeans tightened, revealing that torturing others turned him on. Then as soon as Sam died, and woke up healed, Lucifer would automatically turn to Sam sexually.

Sam obeyed, dropping to his knees with a sullen look on his face. He had only had to do this once in his time here, and he found out fast he wished The Devil would just get it over with. So he tried to tighten his hold on Lucifer's cock to make him come faster, but it still lasted hours. Or at least it felt like hours.

"Open your mouth." Lucifer bent his gaze to the young man before him, and lightly put his hand beneath Sam's jaw, feeling his jaw bones crack with fleshy newness. Sam opened his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. He hated the way Lucifer tasted in his mouth.

"If I get outta here, I'm gonna gargle mouthwash for months." Sam thought to himself, hiding the silent chuckle he allowed himself to have.

"Suck." Lucifer popped the button on his jeans and pulled the fly down. He shook his hips to get his pants down to his hips, and Sam stared directly into Satan's fleshy thick cock.

Lucifer slid his hand up to the back of Sam's head and danced his fingers in Sam's hair, clenching and unclenching his fist.

Sam reluctantly leaned over and wrapped his lips around the head of Lucifer's dick, sucking him deep into his throat. He listened to the receiver moan, and felt his knees weaken. Sam sucked, tonguing the underside of the slick muscle, and found himself moaning, out of habit. But for reasons unknown to him, he didn't stop himself. Instead, he sucked Lucifer deeper into his throat, and deep throated what was left. He felt the slight tickle of Lucifer's maintenance pubic hair on the curve of his nose, and felt Lucifer twinge inside of his throat. He gagged, released the cock, freeing his passage for oxygen his lungs denied him. He coughed deeply, a wet cough passing his lips.

"It's okay if you take a second, Sammy. Don't want you dyin' on me again." Lucifer smirked and twirled a particularly long strand of hair cascading down Sam's face out of his way. The corner of Sam's mouth tucked downward, assuring himself once again that this would be over soon. Lucifer would let him sleep after this.

Sam peered over to the corner and looked at Michael. Looking intently and straight at Sam, Michael gulped, not even blinking. Lucifer watched Sam's curiosity peek, and noticed Michael. Michael's eyes instantly turned away, clearly knowing he was warned if he watched Lucifer's daily routine.

Lucifer turned from Sam, and stared straight at Michael. Lucifer noticed the dirt flaked on Michael's face and hands. He had looked like he was tortured, as opposed to Sam. His clothes were tattered and torn, and Lucifer could see the tear stains in the filth on his face.

"What are you doing, Michael?" Lucifer bent down in front of his older brother, reaching his hand up to pat his right cheek. He followed through with his action, and Michael flinched. "Why're you so shy all of a sudden?"

Michael mumbled something under his breath, too close to a whisper for Sam to hear. "Let's make you a bit more comfortable, hmm?"

Lucifer snapped his fingers and in an instant Michael had a shiny meat hook violently plummeted into his chest. Sam watched on as Michael's face turned from nothing to shock in 3.5 seconds. Michael was lifted up and attached to the ceiling. He hung there, clawing into the hook, trying to pull it out with no avail. Michael simply looked at Lucifer with pain and agony in his eyes, reaching his open hand out for help.

"Brother..." he gasped. "Please..."

Lucifer returned his attention to Sam and looked down at him.

"Shouldn't have peeked." the smirk on Lucifer's face made Sam want to vomit right there. Lucifer had never looked more like an evil thing when he smirked down at Sam. "Keep goin', Sammy."

"It's Sam." Sam shot Lucifer a look of rage and punched him squarely in the testicles. Lucifer leaned over in pain, a mixture of laughter and pain passing his lips as he held tightly to his ribcages.

"Okay," he said, standing up and still chuckling. "I deserved that. Sam." he rolled his eyes. "Keep sucking."

"No." Sam stood on his feet, and held his stature. He tried extremely hard to stand straight up to show his authority over the devil.

"Ooohhhh." Lucifer mocked, moving an inch closer to Sam's face. "I like it when you get all macho. Got anything else?"

Sam stood silently, breathing deeply with no response.

Lucifer curled his arm back and punched Sam in the jaw, sending him whirling into the back of the cage. He blinked a couple of times; sure he was bleeding from the back of the head, and passed out once again.

When he came to with his face on the ground, he felt a warmth on his face. A strange glowing warmth that fire couldn't cause. He picked his arms up to get up and felt a cool breeze. He was outside. His head shot up sharply, and he sat up.

"What the hell? Where the hell am I? Wait…" His thought process caught up with him as he was back at the Stull Cemetery in Kansas where his time in the pit had started. "I'm out of the pit? How? Why? Who cares!" His mind screamed victoriously.

Yay! Sam is outta that darned pit. Finally! *wipes sweat off of brow*

But what'll happen when Sam starts seeing things when he gets the parts of his soul back?

We'll find out in the next segment of: A Little Piece of Heaven, coming soon to theatres near you!

I wish.

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