Vergil sat on the cold floor, lip and nose bleeding profusely. His last statement had gotten him knocked off the satin sheets onto the floor. He didn't care. Victor had asked the question and he wasn't about to lie. What was that saying: honesty is the best policy. Even if it does get you knocked on your ass.

"Why do you do this my pet? You always withdrawal into yourself when we couple." Victor caressed the silver haired mans cheek, in mock tenderness.

'Was he really this delusional?' "I said I would go with you willingly. I never said I would willingly have sex with you ." Vergil stared at the ceiling.

Victor was never the cuddly type, but he enjoyed taunting his toy with false affections. "You should at least try to enjoy it," He said as he ran his fingers down the elder twins chest.

Vergil turned his head to look the demon in the eyes. Anger was starting to rise inside him. "So you wish me to fake it? Tell me, Master, how does one enjoy being taken against their own will?"

The demon sat up and gazed down at the pale, perfect form that had just been sexed; and wondered what it would be like if he was more responsive during the act. His raven hair fell over his well formed tan shoulder, his garnet eyes soaking up the icy fire in his reluctant lovers eyes. 'He would be magnificently beautiful.' "What would it take for you to at least show that you are taking some small pleasure in me fucking you?"

"I would rather not answer that question, for it is one that you will not like."

"So you are afraid I will strike you for your honesty?"

"Yes." He could see where this was going. He was gonna get his ass beat one way or another. Victor was not go to leave this alone.

"I want to know regardless of how you think I will react. Tell me. Now."

Vergil sat up so that he was level with his captor. "Very well, Master. Nothing you could do would ever make me enjoy being fucked by you. Your touch repulses me. The very sight of you makes me gag. And if I could end my own life rather than be touched by your filthy hands again, I would."

Victor was on him so fast the movement barely registered, until he felt the first blow to his face. He spat what Vergil assumed was obscenities at him, in a demonic tongue he did not recognize. He smiled slightly, knowing he had earned this beating, which only got him more punishment. 'Dante would be proud.'

It was the last blow that had sent him off the bed. Victor was so enraged that he stalked out of the room, leaving Vergil laughing to himself as he sat bleeding on the cold floor. He was not surprised when the guards came to take him away.

"He will eat those words." Victor mumbled as he flipped violently through a large book. "Or so help me, every day of his miserable existence will be filled with immeasurable pain."

As she walked down the hallway towards the dungeon, the demoness sighed deeply. She utterly loathed her duties. Master insisted on keeping the area pristine. The entire room was white from top to bottom, and well lit. not your typical torture chamber. Yes, all the implements were there, but Victor treated it like his personal art gallery. The blood on the walls served as living art. He thrived on how much he could paint them. When the exhibit was done, the pallet was wiped clean and ready for another gruesome masterpiece. 'Sick fuck.' it was her job to set the canvas anew, to clean up the wounded and prepare them for a fresh round of torture.

As she walked into the 'gallery', she frowned. Chained to the wall was a bloody and battered man. His naked form curled in on itself; knees tucked under his chin. Silver, blood-stained hair, covering half his face.

"Son of Sparda, it is a disappointment to see you here again. Although not a complete surprise." She lifted his chin and swept the hair away from his eyes. She surveyed the damage to his handsome continence. Her touch had always been gentle. Always feeling pity for those who were unfortunate enough to cross her path. She watched as two crystalline blue eyes slowly opened.

"Lenoir."

Lenoir was a tall curvaceous woman with long violet hair that she kept pulled back in a tight braid. Her skin was the shade of lavender. She was humanoid for the most part, except she sported a long thin tail and green reptilian eyes.

"Hello again." she gave Vergil a slight smile and sighed. "Why are you here, and please tell me it is not of your own accord." He did not speak, and she sighed again. "Then it is true. You are a foolish one Son of Sparda." She started undo his chains.

"I couldn't let Victor hurt him." Vergil said hoarsely.

"Of course not." She said softly as she helped him stand. "Lets get you cleaned up." The demoness lead him to the showering area and proceeded to wipe the dried blood from his body.

He watched her and noticed her eyes were filled with sadness. "Do not feel sorry for me Lenoir. This is not your doing."

"You have become his obsession and for that, I am sorry you." She toweled him off and began dressing his wounds that had not healed on their own. "Please do not anger him Son of Sparda. I do not want to see you here again." He honestly had no idea how much it pained her. 'You remind me too much of-' she shook her head slightly.

"You know my name. Why have you never said it?"

"It is forbidden." She finished dressing him, "Come, he is waiting."