INMATES (Destiel Prison AU)

Chapter Three

Lucifer smirked devilishly at me and arose from his bed.

"This is just too convenient!" Lucifer clapped his hands together with excitement, advancing towards me until my back hit the wall, "It's like God is rewarding me. They put me in a cell with the one person I'd want to kill the most!"

Lucifer roughly pushed my chest back with a single hand, his other hand grabbing my chin and tilting it upwards aggressively.

"I never got to punch you yesterday", Lucifer frowned, "At least now I don't have an annoying dickhead of a brother stopping me. Speaking of which, why the hell are you even talking to him?"

I didn't reply. Squirming uncomfortably when his grip on my chin tightened, he mockingly laughed at my reaction and I could practically see the hatred burning behind his eyes.

"You're befriending Gabriel to get to me, aren't you?" Lucifer asked challengingly.

"No!" I quickly responded, "I never intended to-"

"Shut the fuck up", Lucifer ordered, letting go of my chin and locking his hand around my throat instead, "You can be besties with Gabriel. You can even betray him and shoot him in the head for all I care. Just don't ever intentionally try to piss me off".

I nodded obediently, hoping that that would be the last of it. But Lucifer only smiled smugly and brought up his other fist to strike me in the face multiple times. The pain was unbearable. At first, it was only a small sting but, as he kept punching me repeatedly, I could start to taste the coppery blood in my mouth and throbbing swells on my skin.

When Lucifer had finished with me, he grabbed my collar and threw me on the floor. I managed to hit my head against the wall in the process of falling. Wincing in pain and cradling the back of my head, Lucifer grinned down at me satisfactorily and fell down on his bed, resting his hands behind his head and exhaling calmly.

"Goodnight, Novak", Lucifer breathed out, closing his eyes peacefully, "I'm sure the rest of your nights in here will be more...interesting".

Lucifer opened his eyes again, remembering to add something.

"Oh, and before I forget", Lucifer started, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll personally make sure to choose a more private location to slit your throat next time so that your precious boyfriend can't save your ass".

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In the morning, I woke up dazed and confused. My back felt stiff whenever I tried to move and my neck was craning. Those two small problems were nothing compared to the pain I felt all over my face where Lucifer had punched me.

I soon realised that my back and neck pains were due to the fact that I had slept on the floor, the exact same place where Lucifer had thrown me. I must have passed out.

"Morning, sunshine".

Startled, I jumped when I heard Lucifer's voice. He sprung up on his feet and cracked his knuckles, sighing dramatically with exaggerated boredom.

At that moment, the cell doors opened and all inmates were forced to complete the traditional morning routine yet again. I hurriedly rushed out, avoiding Lucifer, and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth, use the toilet and shower. I received a few looks from people and, when I reached the mirror, I realised why.

My entire face was bruised with purple and blue colours, some parts excessively swollen. There was also a thick line of dried blood trickling down from my nose. I washed the worst of it off but I still looked like I had been smacked in the face by a damn bowling ball.