The Devil Within

I Think I've Had Enough Demon Interactions to Last a Lifetime

Lucifer stepped out of the room and locked the door behind him. You waited quietly as you heard him order a demon outside of the room to follow him. Apparently, you were too drugged to need a guard nor could you get out should you escape your chains. Quite a bit of confidence he had in the unenchanted chains he used for you. The second you heard Lucifer's footsteps start to fade, you hoisted yourself up so your mouth was level with your hands. Thanks to the training Raphael had you do, your strength was much better than before and doing pull-ups were practically nothing now. Of course, the chain was making it awkward and you were still a little loopy, but you weren't as loopy as you were going to be if you didn't get that drug out of your system.

People just stuck their fingers down their throats, right? You asked yourself, trying to find a way to make yourself throw up. Fuck it, let's try it.

You took a deep breath and slowly inserted two of your non-dominant hand's fingers into your mouth. It took a second to psyche yourself up to finish the job but a quick reminder that you would be helpless again was enough to push your fingers into the back of your throat. You coughed and sputtered as you moved your fingers around to find that one spot so you could throw up the drug. Finally, you started to feel the bile gathering when you pressed down on the back of your tongue. You kept pressing until you started retching and puking all over the floor and yourself. Yeah, it was disgusting but you didn't care about being covered in puke. You cared more about surviving than laundry at the moment. Let future you deal with the gross, purple-ish green liquid and chunks that came out of your mouth, the present you had to get out of there and/or warn Raphael. 

"Okay," you whispered, still holding yourself up. You felt a little sobered up but still a little woozy and now nauseous. "Okay... what now?"

The cuffs weren't very right on my wrists, no doubt a way to torture you courtesy of the Princes of Hell. A part of you thought that you could just rip your hands out of the cuffs but another part told you that it would hurt like a bitch. While the cuffs were fairly loose, they weren't loose enough for you to slip out without dislocating your thumb and causing irreparable damage. You then remembered that Raphael could heal pretty much heal anything and Lucifer could be back any second. With no other option, you took a deep breath, removed your remaining glove with your teeth and prepared yourself for the pain you were about to experience. Your glove stayed in your mouth to keep your noises of pain as quiet as possible. 

Okay, okay, you thought, scared. On three... ready? One... Two... Three!

Nothing happened. You were still suspended in the air, holding yourself up like you were earlier. The countdown didn't help, you didn't move at all and the fear of self-inflicted pain was keeping you from dropping your weight. You mentally beat yourself up for being such a coward and tried to psyche yourself up once again.

Again. One... Two... Three!

You didn't move at all. Again.

Fuck! You mentally cursed. Try again! 

Closing your eyes, you took one last deep breath. You didn't bother with trying to count down, you just dropped your weight and tried to fall as hard as you could. There was a small sting and a popping sound as you dropped to your feet, completely free from your chains. The world felt like it was spinning from the movement and you almost slip on your own puke to get a better look at your cuffs. The light in the room was absolutely horrible so you couldn't see the blood that should be dripping from the cuffs. There was something weird, though. You weren't in any pain. Sure, there was a sting from some skin being lifted off of your hand but that was it. No blinding pain in your thumbs and your thumbs weren't dangling helplessly. Hell, you could still feel your thumbs. In your dazed and dizzy state, you choked it up to enough of the drug getting out of your system but there was a small part of you that screamed that the situation was pretty damn suspicious.