Normally he could fight this off, rationalise it away. He was in his own bed, in his own room, far away from the creature who had hurt him.
But Lucifer had invaded his father's journal, on his father's Day. In need of more correction Lucifer had said, to Iestyn's own boyfriend, and he could hardly breathe for the fear of it.
He gulped in a breath and tried not to hear Lucifer's sneer in his mind. "No-" he managed to say, a plaintive, desperate sound, partly to Henry and partly to Lucifer, begging for the punishment to end.