Chapter Sixty Three
Three hours.
Three gruesome hours of torture, and I realize…
I realize that this is a part of who Lucifer is. The torture, the overall horridness… This is my mate.
For the first hour I sit and watch with a smile. I mean, f**k, why wouldn’t I be smiling? The man who raped me is getting physically torn apart.
The second hour was denial in me… a part of myself that Lucifer would stop any time now. That he couldn’t really be this sadistic…
And the third hour was acceptance.
Lucifer’s cutting off his limbs as fast as he can grow them back. Hurting him in the most horrendous ways possible.
There’s blood everywhere. All Lucifer, all over the room, and even some that splattered onto me.
To his credit, Raphael doesn’t beg for mercy or anything of the sort. He scream
