Lucifer comes into my room.
I look at him peacefully. Oh god I missed him so much. He sits next to me and kisses me. His hands are in my hair. I kiss him back. I love him. I love him so goddamn much. After all he has done to me. After all those years of torture I spent in his cage. He has done worse than anyone could but yet the best. I still love him and I don't care about the past. He takes my shirt off. I take his shirt off. He touches my back. He gently puts his hands on my scars. He looks at my chest and my stomach full bruises and scars and puts his cold
hands on them. He looks at my eyes sadly as I kiss his neck. "I wish I could heal you" he tells me as his eyes get watery. He lost his ability to heal. I still feel safe as someone I love the most kisses and cuddles me. "That's okay...Lucifer...I love you" I whisper. "I love you too Sammy" he whispers back. "And I'm so sorry...you don't even know how sorry I am" I see him feel guilty. Whatever he does...I will forgive him. I love him...I love him so much I can do anything for him. He kisses my chest, then my neck and then my lips. I kiss him back. He hugs me...I feel warm. Now he takes off his jeans and then his underwear. He does the same thing to me. I'm completely naked with him. That's not the first time. He touches me and I touch him. I moan. "I love it when you moan" he smiles. I smile back. "I just wanted you to know...that there is nothing more important to me than you. I love you more than anyone or anything you are my everything" he says.
"That's exactly how I feel for you" I responded.
4 hours later
I'm tied up...again. I wake up on the cold table tied to it. I'm sweating. I don't know what is going on. I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to go through the same shit I have been going through for years. Am I still in hell? Am I still in the cage? But how? How is it possible when I was making out with Lucifer four hours ago...I got out. He got out. What is going on? Did someone kidnap me? Or is he the one who is hurting me...again..?
I'm terrified. He comes close to me with a sharp knife. I can't see his face. Is it even he? Who the fuck is that?
I breathe quickly and I'm shaking. He cuts me. He cuts my arms. It burns. I scream. He doesn't stop. He rips off my shirt. He sees my scars all over my body but it doesn't stop him. He continues to cut my chest and my stomach. "Why are you doing this to me...who are you? What do you want from me?" I scream out of pain. He doesn't respond. He continues to slice me up. I bleed. I hate to beg to this sick bastard but I can't take torture anymore. I've been tortured so badly for years I just need some rest. I can't take pain anymore. "Please...stop...please" I scream.
"Stop it...my boyfriend is going to find me. He will kick your ass and save me...."
He drops his knife. And starts taking his black mask off. My eyes fill with tears.
"Lucifer..." I cry loudly. My heart breaks . I don't care how the cuts hurt. My heart shatters into pieces. That's what hurts the most.
