He'd asked it of her, and he was wrong, he wasn't no one. He was everything. He was the only real chance at something better.
Like they all said. The Boy King.
She delivered a sharp kick to the side he was already favouring just a little lower than where his hand was before pulling him up and twisting his arm behind him not enough to break it but enough to hurt. She had done this sort of thing for too long. Far too long. Its what had eventually made her a demon after all.
"This? This is what you want. Want to feel worse outside than you do in? Will that make it easier to deal with?"
She could torture mentally if she wanted, she had learned at the feet of some of the masters after all. But this was Sam, she wasn't about to do that. She was in fact curious.
She slammed him into the wall again still holding his arm.
"Kinda glad I don't remember this bit of humanity. Or is this just you?"