AN: So this is not the sequel to Falling Inside the Black, but is instead a piece I wished to write in order to challenge myself. I knew I wanted to write something again, so naturally the idea of a Cage fic comes to mind, but in order to make it a little more difficult, I wanted to stray away from third-person omniscient, and instead wanted to do third-person limited, but from Lucifer's point of view, which has drastically shifted the entire tone of this story, and so far I am living for it. Hopefully you like the short start to what I hope becomes something a little longer of a story! More details to follow in my later author's note.

There came a point where Lucifer stopped keeping track of days, and is now starting to mark the time by Sam's screams. Makes things go by much faster that way. He's at 342 right now, and counting.

"I really only wanted the best for us. For you, Sammy." The Devil purrs as he adjusts the barbed wire coiled around Sam's wrist with a sharp yank.

343.

"You really got dealt a crappy hand from the start, but still everyone's always made everything your fault."

By 'everyone' Lucifer clearly means Dean, but Lucifer banned that name from being spoken long ago. Saying it gives the kid hope, so ugh, gross. Not that Sam can say it right now even if he wants to, not with the spiked chains encircling his whole head. Sure, Lucifer thought about simply snapping the boy's voice away, but then Lucifer won't be able to hear him scream. And if he can't hear Sam scream, then he has to think about the days. The endless, never-ending days. Eternity trapped back in this forsaken Cage. All because of one, stupid kid-

344.

Great, now he's screaming for no reason- oh wait, no, Lucifer is accidentally amputating Sam's wrist.

"Oh, my bad." Lucifer eases the grip he didn't realise he had been maintaining. "Where was I? Oh yeah. We could've been amazing, we could've been something beautiful, Sammy." The Devil's voice is a soft whisper in Sam's ear now. "The world that turned its back on you so many times, we could've made it burn."

Sam is panting now, Lucifer figures Sam knows how this ends, with more pain. And sure, he's right, but the anticipation of how and when is always its own fun, little game.

"But," Lucifer begins a casual stroll around Sam's occasionally struggling body. Sam's head tries to track his movements, but he barely manages so much as a twitch before the chains stop him. "Someone decided that that wasn't good enough." Lucifer slowly grips the top of the wire around Sam's less brutalised arm, giving it a slight tug until Sam whimpers in pain. "Someone decided to save the world that would throw him away the first chance it got. Does that make much sense to you?"

Sam gives an airy huff, as though he wished to protest, but the kid had his time of being bold when he jumped in here. No, now it's Lucifer's turn.

"You ruined everything!" With that, Lucifer yanks on the wire, not even feeling it when the barbs inject themselves into his skin. Instead, he chooses to relish in that blood that rains down upon his face, along with choked off yet glorious scream number 345. He doesn't ease up until he hears a crack followed by the chain springing loose. Lucifer's eyes follow the wet thud that follows and looks down to see Sam's left hand fallen on the ground. It gives one last desperate twitch before stilling completely. Sam continues howling in pain in the background, and Lucifer briefly ponders if he should make an exception for screams that last longer than three seconds. Should they count for two? Eh, who cares, a scream is a scream, and a scream means he's winning.

For the rest of eternity, Lucifer is winning.

Still livid, Lucifer grabs Sam's face, digging in his nails until Sam whimpers. "And was it worth it?"

Lucifer's asked this before, and he'll keep asking until Sam gives the answer he wants.

But as Sam snarls beneath the chains and Lucifer's grip, Lucifer realises that this won't be the time that Sam's answer changes. Instead, the boy grits his teeth, blood trickling from his mouth, and he gives a nod. Ugh, the determination on this kid is almost admirable if it wasn't so annoying.

Lucifer huffs and rolls his eyes. Sure, he's irritated, but if there's one thing he isn't short on here, it's time. If Sam breaks too soon, then the rest of eternity is gonna get real boring real quick.

So for now, Lucifer will just have to find other ways to pass the time.

AN: So what I'm hoping to have happen for the rest of this fic is that you guys will give me prompts for what you'd like to see happen next. I don't mind the chapters not being related, or even linear for that matter, so if you want to see Sam already broken, or right at the beginning of them getting trapped, or maybe when Lucifer starts to go a little stir crazy himself, anything! I will take torture prompts of just about any nature, but nothing that would push this story up to an M rating. Feel free to PM me prompts, or you can just leave them as reviews, whatever you would like. And if I don't get any prompts then I can just have this be a one chapter writing exercise, and I'll still be happy with that. But hurt!Sam fans, this is your chance to have me torture that boy in just about any way you'd like, so hit me up! I hope to hear from y'all soon!