"Go to hell." Sam spat, blood falling past his cracked and split lips.
"Already there, Sammy. But we can leave as soon as you say-"
"No."
Lucifer snapped his fist into Sam's throat. "It's rude to interrupt. We've talked about this."
"T-torture me all you want. It's never gonna happen." Sam said defiantly.
Icy hands grabbed Sam's jaw in a painfully tight grip, forcing him to look up at Lucifer.
"You thought last time was bad, bunk buddy? That was just to pass time. Now? Now- I want something. And I'm going to get it."
Jaw clenched, Sam spat, "No."
