Breaking Rules ( Radioapple )

Healing Together - Part 7

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also heads up, the first part can cover some... sensitive topics, so just skip the first part if your uncomfortable.

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Lucifer, 15 years old, sat on the couch in Lilith's living room, his mind wandering as he glanced at the clock. It was getting late, and he knew he should be heading home. "I should probably get going," he said.

Lilith, 22 years old, lounging next to him, looked up with a playful smile. "Oh, come on, Lucifer. I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind if you stayed a little longer." She slid closer to him, her arm wrapping around his waist, her other hand reaching up to touch his face.

Lucifer chuckled nervously, trying to ease away from her touch. "Maybe we can do something else," he suggested, gently pulling her hand away from his face. "You can choose."

Lilith's smile widened, and she looked thoughtful for a moment. "I have a game we can play," she said finally, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But you have to do exactly what I say."

Lucifer hesitated but then nodded. "Alright, what's the game?"

"Just wait here," Lilith said, releasing her grip on his waist and disappearing into another room. Lucifer took a deep breath, relieved to have a moment to himself. He hadn't expected the evening to take such an uncomfortable turn.

When Lilith returned, she had something hidden behind her back. "Close your eyes," she instructed. "It's part of the game."

Lucifer hesitated again but then complied, closing his eyes and trusting her. He felt something soft being placed over his eyes and realized she was tying a blindfold around his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"It's part of the game," she replied smoothly. "I'm almost done. Now, give me your hands."

A sickening feeling churned in Lucifer's stomach, but he slowly extended his hands toward her. He felt the rough texture of rope as she started to bind his wrists together. Panic flared, and he yanked his hands away before she could finish.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he demanded, his voice rising with fear.

Lilith's tone remained calm, almost soothing. "It's just part of the game, Lucifer. Give me your hands back."

But Lucifer remained silent, his mind racing. He didn't offer his hands, the blindfold adding to his disorientation. Suddenly, he was shoved backward onto the couch, Lilith's weight pinning him down. He struggled, but she was too strong. She quickly finished tying his wrists, securing them tightly.

As she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear, Lucifer's fear grew. He felt a sinking dread as Lilith whispered something that made his blood run cold.

Lucifer's heart pounded in his chest as he lay helpless beneath her, realizing too late the danger he was in.

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Lucifer's eyes snapped open, jolted awake by the remnants of a haunting nightmare. As if on instinct, he sat up abruptly, unaware of the injuries that awaited his movement. Pain exploded through his side as his broken ribs protested the sudden motion. Lucifer gasped sharply, his breath catching in his throat at the searing ache that coursed through him.

The sound of his gasp caught the attention of a nearby nurse, who had been quietly monitoring the room. She hurried over, concern etched on her features as she assessed Lucifer's distressed state.