WHO: Henry Claus, Lucifer WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: Basement WHAT: Torture WARNINGS: Scalpels and drownings
Henry had spent the last two days being nearly drowned by Lucifer again and again. Every time Lucifer would remind Henry that all he had to do to stop it was sign that he wouldn't see Iestyn ever again. Henry couldn't do that. And so he was pushed under the water repeatedly until he almost wished for death.
Surely it would be less painful.
When Lucifer entered the basement on Thursday evening, Henry was expecting another round of drowning. He pulled his knees up to his chin and hid his face in them. "Please don't-" he whispered, even though he knew it was probably ineffective. His lungs hurt so much already, he didn't want more pain.
Lucifer didn't answer Henry, but he did pull Henry up and slam a hand over his eyes. Henry heard footsteps rush in, and he knew the demons must have come to help Lucifer which meant something different was happening. That didn't make him feel better about anything. "What are you doing?!" he hissed as a blindfold was shoved over his eyes to replace Lucifer's hand. He was then dragged halfway across the basement and shoved into a chair. He could feel his arms and legs being bound to it, and then when the footsteps faded into the distance, Lucifer pulled the blindfold off.
Henry's breaths came short and sharp. He was terrified and Lucifer was in front of him, staring down. "What are you-?"
"Shut the fuck up," Lucifer growled at Henry, and Henry clamped his mouth shut. "Since you refuse to sign, I'm going to have to make you so hideous, Iestyn will never want you back." Oh god what the fuck did Lucifer mean by that. His entire body shook as he stared up at the devil, fear written into the planes of his face. Lucifer turned to a table behind him which Henry hadn't even noticed before, and he grabbed a scalpel. "Let's see-" he mused, looking Henry over. Appraising him. Henry felt like he might piss himself in fear.
The scalpel shot out and caught Henry on the cheek, slashing a wide gash into it. Henry gasped in horror and pain, and then Lucifer was on him. The scalpel struck and struck over and over, cutting - biting into his skin. Henry screamed out his anguish and when it was all over, his cheeks were a collection of deep slices. His chest and arms were covered in cuts as well, all of which were now lazily bleeding. Henry's head fell backwards, the pain making him feel fuzzy.
"Don't want you to lose too much blood all at once," Lucifer said, stepping back. "That should do for today. There's no way Iestyn will be able to look at your face now. You're hideous."
Henry was so far gone he couldn't even understand what Lucifer meant by that. The fact that he was going to be left with scars all over his face would sink in later. For now, all he knew was pain. But at least Lucifer left and Henry had a moment to try to recover. Even still tied to the chair, alone was better.