The rough shaking is what had lured from the darkness, the sudden lurch to a stop is what threw you back into consciousness. Your head slammed painfully against the wall. As you slowly became more of aware, you realized it wasn't a wall, and that you were in a trunk.

Panic flooded you and you let out a muffled scream. You clawed at the tape around your mouth. Your bound wrists made it difficult to get it off. The rope pinched at your wrists, and after trying to adjust your legs you realized your ankles were also tied together.

'Shit. Shit. Shit.'

The back of your head throbbed painfully and you could feel the blood that had dried in your hair. You tried to take a breath to steady yourself but the duct tape over your mouth made it difficult. You willed yourself to calm down, and carefully peeled the tape from your mouth. As soon as the tape was off you let out a shuddering breath.

"How do you get yourself into these messes Y/N."  You muttered to yourself.

~

Something was wrong.

He could feel it, sense it. A feeling of unease had settled over him, halting his words mid sentence. For him to fall silent so suddenly was out of character, so much so that his companions had stopped their own conversation.

"Lucifer?" Linda questioned.

"Excuse me for just a moment, I should check on Y/N. She must be terribly bored."

Lucifer opened the door hastily, searching the waiting room for you. He frowned, venturing further into the hall.

"What's wrong?"

Maze and Amenadiel had followed after him, with Linda tailing closely behind. Lucifer stopped looking both ways down the hall.

"I can't seem to find Y/N."

The others looked around as well, and Amenadiel frowned.

"Maybe she went to the bathroom?" He suggested.

Lucifer gave his brother a tight smile, but doubt had settled in his mind.

"Yes, perhaps she did. Mazikeen?"

Lucifer turned to Maze with an expectant look, she nodded wordlessly and walked into the bathroom. Lucifer waited impatiently for her to come back out, when she did his heart sank. Her grim expression said it all.

"She wasn't in there."

Lucifer didn't hear whatever they were saying his gaze focused on something laying on the ground. He slowly walked towards it, kneeling down once he'd reach it. It was your phone, screen cracked and droplets of blood beside it.

They stepped back, exchanging apprehensive expressions. As if they could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the way the air around them became tense.

"Lucifer, it might not be what you think, maybe she's ok."

Lucifer's expression was blank, his eyes cold and lifeless. He grabbed your broken phone in his hand, before standing. He gave them a wry laugh that left them feeling uncomfortable and on edge.

"Don't be so naive brother, I know exactly what happened."

The thought of you, hurt and alone with that man, made his anger flare. Lucifer crushed your phone in his hand, the pieces falling to the ground.

"Lucifer, think before you rush into this, we have a plan, a good one, we can-" Linda tried to calm his fury.

Lucifer gave her chilling smile.

"Oh Doctor, I'm afraid it's too late for that, my voice of reason was taken from me, you can't blame me for what's about to happen."

~

You'd had enough time to think about your next move, how you were going to get away, survive. How you were going to finally end this nightmare.

"What no screaming? I mean you got the tape off, might as well scream for help."

You looked up at the now open trunk, meeting the eye of your kidnapper.

"You're not worth wasting the air in my lungs." You spat back.

He scowled, pulling you out of the trunk by your hair. You bit back a scream, but couldn't stop the yelp that escaped your lips. He tossed you roughly to the ground.

"I'm not sure I like this new you baby, you used to be so quiet, obedient, what happened to that Y/N?"

You shifted uncomfortably until you managed to prop yourself up on your elbow as best you could. You eyed the rope that continued to bite into your wrists, dark bruises already forming.

"I dropped the dead weight I'd been dragging with me." You smiled bitterly.

He frowned, and you flinched when he reached a hand towards you. He carefully brushed your hair away from your face, crouching in front of you.

"We've got to do something about this attitude honey, you know I don't like attitude." He scolded you.

Anger bubbled in your chest, and you jerked your head away from his touch in disgust.

"Sorry honey, I've been to busy learning what Lucifer likes to remember you."

It was a cheap jab, one you knew wouldn't end in your favor, but you couldn't resist. Carter sighed, standing up, he grabbed your bound wrists, holding them above your head as he began to drag you towards the warehouse.

"You're making me angry Y/N, you know how I get if you piss me off, don't cause trouble now."

You gritted your teeth as the rough pavement tore at your back, rocks dug into your skin, and you felt your flesh tearing.

"Screw you Carter, whether I make you mad or not doesn't matter. I've seen your sick smile when you use me as punching bag." You groaned.

You felt a small sensation of relief when he finally dragged you into the warehouse. Although the cement wasn't much better, it was an improvement over the rough asphalt outside. He shoved you roughly against a furnace, causing you to burn your arm slightly. You cussed as he grabbed an extra stand of rope, binding you to a pipe sticking out of the wall.

"What is going through your mind right now? Are you trying to get beat? You're acting childish, if you had just come home like I told you to, things wouldn't have gotten so bad."

He was trying to make this your fault, blame you for everything that happened. Had it been a three years ago you would have cowered, tried to calm his anger. You would have blamed yourself for every bruise, cut, and broken bone he gave you. But you were different now, he couldn't convince you that you had done this to yourself.

As scared as you were, despite your aching body you smiled. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you in despair.

"You want to know what I'm thinking?"

He looked at you expectantly and you shrugged as best you could, choosing to adopt Lucifer's carefree attitude for a little while.

"Lucifer is going to kill me, well at least be upset I wandered off."

Carter frowned, looking confused.

"What?"

"Well I mean after he kills you."

Carter's hand connected with your cheek, effectively silencing you. He taped your mouth once more, grabbing your chin harshly.

"You're going to die here... and all you can think about is that fucking Brit? When I get through with you, you're not even going to remember him." Carter hissed.

You watched him walk away before letting your body sag against the wall. You held back a cry as tears gathered in your eyes, unable to fight them off anymore. Sending up a silent prayer that Lucifer would find you soon.