Damien and Open
Damien had not been enjoying this at all. Of course, no one in their right mind would even consider the idea of being tortured, a good time. He just wanted out. He'd tried to take a swing at him once, but the demon only seemed to like that even more. He'd been tormented against the wall or on a slab, and it was likely for there to be a third option soon. And those blades, those various tools.. they hurt him, every time they went in, every twist and turn. Some parts of him had healed now and yet he still felt the lingering pain.
He was tied by leather straps, tied to the bars of his cage, arms open as though to expect a sort of hug. Seemed that it was more effective than cuffs or shackles, since he could probably open locks himself. His knuckles were still bloody, bruises and cuts along his back, the red seeping through his clothes. Cuts on his front torso, along his torn pant legs, they equally pained him. His ankles, neck, wrists, and waist were tied to the bars as he faced out against them. He could hardly even move. He'd make a window break if he could. Or if there was a boiler, just using his talent to make it explode, making the whole place go up in flames and... no. Wait, he wasn't alone. That would take himself out in his position, and all the others being worked on as well. And there probably wasn't a boiler or gas outlet here anyway.
As he slowly opened his eyes, twitching as he felt his bruised face on a couple bars, he could swear he overheard footsteps. And shouting. And the sounds of a fight. But it was very faint, it was hard to tell if he was imagining it or not. He thoroughly hated the demons of this dimension, Alastair included. He might even include Lucifer in on that list too. Damien never thought he would be in that weakened position again. Didn't take long for him to lose those manners when under the knife. He had been tempted to taunt, Well damn, why don't you just crucify me while you're at it, but realized that Al just might be sadistic enough to take that literally. Damien coughed then, hearing something close. He hoped it was someone coming to rescue him. But he had doubts. More likely, it was Alastair coming back to play yet once again...