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The smell of damp and mould surrounds her. The low lights of the torches make the walls glisten with moisture, and from inside she can hear faint squeaks and scratches - mostly she can hear her pounding heartbeat. The cold humidity seeps through her clothes, and makes the hairs on her arms rise, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite this, her cheeks are flushed, her senses on edge for the fight or flight which could ensue.
Sabrina's been standing in front of that damn door for what seems like an eternity, but it has most likely only been minutes. It's one of those days, when she's struggling to find the courage to step inside.
She can feel the darkness eminating from the other side. It tastes like smoke and ash, her tongue feels dry and she needs to clear the back of her throat several times - can he hear it through the thick wooden door? The thought of it makes her dizzy and sends cold sweats down her back. She knows that through the flesh acheron, he can't sense her back. But she feels her instincts sizzle, as if to acknowledge and warn her, that whoever is behind that door is dangerous and inevitable.
She holds on firmly to the items she's brought with her. Her reluctance to face her father is offset by her desire to take care of Nick - she's brought a sandwich, a fruit, water, and a flannel to clean him off. She just hopes Nick can stay conscious and in control long enough to actually be the one to benefit from her ministrations. The last time she came to see him, he barely held on a few seconds.
Shifting the items to one arm, she uses the other to pry the door open - she holds her head high, takes a long inhale, and enters.
Inside, she can see his form slumped, surrounded by the candles she'd set up - the light they make dances on his skin like wild djinns. It shines with the condensation as the cold and humid air that surrounds them hits his warm body. She can see his ribs expand as he breathes steadily - if not for this simple movement, he would seem carved in stone, like the statue of Greeek God. She catches herself thinking of him this way, and inhales sharply.
His head shoots up, a wide grin splits his face.
"Lucifer.", she says matter of factly, although disappointment tinges her words. She knows he's in control most of the time now, but part of her always hopes, foolishly perhaps, that Nick will be there somehow.
"My daughter" every syllable is exaggerated, accentuated, his voice low and seductive. "you look ravishing tonight, with your pink cheeks and doe eyes." His eyes rake over her body. "Flustered to see me perhaps?"
She feels her cheeks heat up more at this comment, with fury and embarrassement mixing. A frown creases her forehead and she almost rolls her eyes, she wants him to know she thinks this whole thing is a farce.
Sabrina doesn't avert her eyes though, she knows that complete vigilance is needed when the distance between them is this short. He's attempted to grab her several times before, on previous visits, including the time he made her step back and break the salt circle. To his disappointment, she had noticed before she'd left.
She decides to ignore his comment, and keeps a straight face.
"I've come to see Nick, let him come forth." She knows her choice of words implicates Nick can't push himself to front of his own mind anymore, not without Lucifer's permission. But she doesn't see the point in pretending otherwise. It's been weeks now, almost months, since she's locked him away in this dungeon, they both know what's happening here.
She's slowly starting to lose hope, but in reality it's the only thing that keeps her going. Her friends and family plead for her to give up, to send Nick back to Hell and let Lilith take care of it. But stubbornness runs in the family, and some nights she has the creeping sensation that she doesn't actually go back every day for Nick's sake. His image and her father's personality have merged, and now she finds it hard to differentiate the two. And as time passes, Lucifer gets stronger. It dawns on her in that instant that she can barely tell the difference anymore, and fear slowly starts to rise inside. She's not sure who her pity and worry is directed to these days.
Despite their positions, she feels small, and wants to cower. She's exhausted, both mentally and physically. Her sleep will never be the same she knows, no matter the tinctures and potions her aunt Hilda prepares for her.
He haunts her every dream.
Lucifer looks her up and down again, and licks lips. She knows this moment all too well - this is the point when his features change, become more him than Nick. She hates this face, it makes her want to sink to her knees and break down. How can a face like that, so perfect, so beautiful, be the source of all her misery?
"Oh no, Sabrina, that just won't do" he drawls, and at the sound of her name she feels the muscles in her back tighten, pin and needles prickling her skin.
"Why not?" She wants to sound defiant but it sounds more like a childish plea. Something about the way he says her name creates tension in her lower back, makes her want to clutch her thighs as tightly as possible. She doesn't flinch though. She knows he affects her, he knows it too. She won't show it though, can't afford to give in to him. But a imperceptible tremble has started to seize her. She can tell Lucifer isn't in the mood to be generous or kind right now. He never really is, but he sometimes feigns gentleness in order to get what he wants. She knows those times are when he is most dangerous.
"Nick is... indisposed right now. I'm not sure he can join us now, or... Ever, if I'm being completely honest." He chuckles softly, and that evil gleam is in his eyes. Her heart breaks then, she feels it being split in half, it sinks to her stomach, makes her feel so, so heavy. She knows he's tortured Nick, but she doesn't know exactly what goes on in there, never dared to ask. She knows he's suffering. It's been too long now, she's not sure Nick can stay in there any longer. Not sure she can handle this anymore, either.
She feels her facade break, her bottom lip trembles and all the muscles in her face tighten. She turns away for a second. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her breakdown. He's already seen too much, already taken too much from her.
"My sweet girl, don't cry my love! Come here, let daddy console you!", he laughs. He's mocking her, he enjoys seeing this part of her, her human part, breaking through the surface when she's in his presence.
The sound of his laugh, the tone of his voice, it triggers something inside her. Something he's given her, something that could have only been passed on from a creature such as he.
For a few seconds, she forgets that it's Nick's body he inhabits. She forgets everything. His mockery and disdain make her lose herself, if only for an instant. Her pride and ego take over - these aren't qualities that are often at the forefront of her personality. Lucifer's the only one who makes them surface.
In a moment, she turns around and throws herself at him. Her blood feels likes its boiling, she feels like crawling out of her own skin, she can't think straight and in that instant, she swears she could rip his eyes out - she could kill him, even it if means hurting Nick. Violence in this moment seems like the only reasonable way to deal with this, with the madness of it all.
She straddles him as he topples over slighty, the chains holding his arms provide some leverage so he doesn't fall back. With one hand she pulls his head back, the other comes to hold his throat. She speaks only inches from his face, eyes locked into his eyes, Lucifer's real eyes.
She takes her time as she enunciates each word, forgets that in reality the position she's put herself in could be deadly. Her rage has taken over.
"Listen to me here, Father, I will find a way to get rid of you. Once I've seperated you from Nick's body and moved you into another one, I'll make sure you suffer. It will be a thousand times worse than whatever it is you're doing to Nick in there." She pulls his neck back even further, only a breaths away from his lips now.
"I will make you beg for my mercy. And if you're lucky, I will end you, but I'll be making sure you suffer in the process. You can count on me, Daddy"
Her tone is ice cold, dripping with cruelty, she can barely recognize the sound of her own voice.
However, Lucifer knows, he knows that voice, he knows that tone and that look in her eyes. The look that means she's capable of so much. He knows he's pushed her to her limit once more, and her attempt to threaten him backfires on her.
Seeing her like this, animalistic in her posture and cruel in her demeanor, it gives him pleasure, pride. It's what's he's envisioned for her all this time. No matter that in this moment it's directed at him. He feels something shift inside him - he can turn her.
She doesn't realize until it's too late. He angles his body, twists his chains, and in a swift movement, his arms incircle her, and she flipped underneath him.
She still has a hold of his hair and throat, which is the only thing that stops him crashing his lips into hers. His body slumps on hers, he's still craddled between her legs.
His arms surround her, and as she's still possessed by some animalistic urge, she doesn't know how, or what possesses her to do this, but when his pelvis hits hers and she feels his erection, her hips move of their own volition, and she grinds herself hard into him.
He's so hard and the pressure feels good against herself, makes her close her eyes for second and bite her lips, and then she moans aloud. He's completely taken aback, and his own instincts take over - he fucking growls at her, and attempts to bend down to kiss her, but she strengthens her hold on his throat, chocking him.
She locks eyes with him. Sabrina grinds herself once more, slowly, making sure he can feel the heat of her slit along the entirety of his shaft, never breaking eye contact. Then, she brings his ear close to her lips and whispers.
"I hope you enjoyed this, because this is the closest you'll ever get to having me."
And with that, she uses her legs to lift her hips, let's go of his head, and holding on to the chains that bind him, flips them around once more.
He hangs there on the floor as she gets up, and he's laughing soflty to himself - it makes his whole body shake. In this moment, he looks a like a true maniac.
As soon as she's up, and out of reach, sanity returns to her. It as if she suddenly been dumped a bucket of ice cold water on her, like powerful guat of fresh air. She takes a look at the discarded items on the floor, asseses the state she's made of herself, and then looks at him once more.
She realises what she's done, the obscure and sadistic thoughts she had about hurting him, hurting Nick. And how moments ago she enjoyed, no, relished, the feel of his sex on hers. She's still tight and wanting from those mere seconds of touch.
Shame and regret flood her. She takes a step back as tears start to form in her eyes, and bolts for the door, fleeing the scene of her debauchery.
As she exits, she hears him call :
"We'll see about that, Sabrina."