"It's no fun if you don't fight," He hissed in her ear.
"There's no use fighting. I know what I am," Elizabeth said through her teeth. He still had a vice grip on her hair.
"And what do you think you are, Princess?" He moved to meet her eyes.
"Yours," She said, holding his gaze bravely. "Your soul mate," Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"Not very nice of dad to keep that from me, was it? If I'd known I'd have found you as soon as I got out," His voice transitioned from teasing to deep and husky. His head dipped to her neck once again and his grip on her hair loosened. His lips skimmed her bitten flesh gently before he allowed her some mobility and planting deeper, wetter kisses.
Since Elizabeth had no choice but to give in to him she didn't resist. She shifted her hips against his and loosened her grip on his shoulders, her head lulling back against the wall as she lost herself. With a snap of his fingers her bare flesh was flat against the rough wall of the unfinished basement. He lifted her with one arm, causing her legs to go around his waist and her back to scrape up the wall. She let out a sharp cry and knotted her fingers in the sleeves of his shirt.
"I'm going to ruin you," Lucifer whispered harshly in her ear.
"I know," She whispered back.
Elizabeth hadn't noticed him undo his pants, so his sudden thrust into her was extra surprising. She cried out again from a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and the pain of the rough wall tearing into her back once again. He nipped at her throat and chest as he went about claiming her as his own. Elizabeth tugged gently at his hair and tried to embrace the pain. She knew it was going to be unavoidable from then on.
When he finished it was with a soft grunt and his face buried in Elizabeth's neck.
"You are a good girl," He declared and let her loose with a deep growl. Elizabeth barely managed to catch herself on her wobbly legs and didn't go without scraping her palm on the wall. She brushed the dirt from the wound and glanced at the wall, wincing upon seeing traces of her blood there. She suspected her back looked like she'd just been dragged behind a car.
"How about we introduce you to the family," Lucifer held his hand out, a sinister smile on his face. Elizabeth took it and he started pulling her along.
"Could I have my clothes?" She asked, feeling very insecure all the sudden. She wasn't all that ashamed of her body, but she wasn't totally keen to the idea of prancing around naked in a house full of demons.
Lucifer turned and raised his hand as if he were about to snap them on the way he'd snapped them off. Then he smiled and lowered his hand.
"No," He gave her a teasingly sorry look before continuing along. Elizabeth took a few deep breaths and tried to pretend she wasn't naked, caked in dirt, bloody, and there most certainly was not sticky fluids currently running down her legs. She tried not to slouch and attempted to keep up with Lucifer's determined pace.
They entered the hotel lounge from the dark basement stairwell and Lucifer whistled sharply to get the attention of everyone in the building. He waited patiently as everyone filtered in, murmuring among themselves wondering what exactly was going on.
"Everyone, meet Elizabeth. Elizabeth is mine, but," She didn't like where this was going. "I have a few matters to attend to. So, why don't you make her feel at home," He shoved her in their direction and she barely managed to stay on her feet. She spun around to beg, but he was already gone. Why did everyone she know have to disappear when she needed them?
For the rest of the day Elizabeth got a good taste of Hell without actually being there. She went through every stage of grief over a few hours; depression, anger, acceptance. There were moments that through the pain she did actually manage to feel some pleasure and no matter how much it killed her inside she clung to that pleasure. They violated her in ways she didn't realize were possible along with all the ways she did. They beat and humiliated her. By the time they were done she was genuinely surprised she was alive.