"Seungmin was scared because you wouldn't wake up, so he didn't stop at the red traffic light. You had an car accident and you kind of had internal bleedings in your lung. They needed to operate you, but everything went just fine. You are healed now and you can go home and about three weeks."

Felix gulps: "I am gonna ignore that you said three weeks for now. How is Seungmin?"

Jisung hesitates. Sooner or later Felix will find out about the youngers paralysis.

"I am gonna be honest with you, Felix. Seungmin had less luck than you. The doctors hadn't thought he would be alive after the hours of operation. This alone is a wonder. They said Seungmin is very string for not dying and what happened isn't too bad, so-"

"Jisung."

"They docotrs said it could have been worse-"

"Jisung!"

"He really had luc-", Han got quieter and was startled when Felix shouted: "HAN JISUNG! What happened to Minnie?!"

"He is paralized."

Felix mouth hangs open. Shocked he looks at the older one.

"It really could have gone worse and his vitals are steady and he is alive and the doctors said it will be fine and he will get healthy if he starts therapy and he can do it if he just-", Jisung gets hysterical and his voice gets higher trying to explain what he himself exactly knows it's his fault.

"Sung...", Felix stops him, crying silently. "You know Seungmin won't care..."

Jisung stay quiet, but he doesn't need to talk. Felix continues instead.

"Everyone who knows Seungmin's name, also knows, that it will kill him to hear this. You don't even have to be close to him to know that..."

"I know, Lix..."

They both stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling of the white room.

"It's ugly.", Jisung whispers.

"It is.", Felix answers. "Can you open the curtains?"

"I could, but I won't. The view is even more depressing. I already looked at it."

Felix nods, not even trying to ask, when Jisung did all the things.

TW: sex w/o full consent, not to intensive and explicit written

Hyunjin sits at the cafe again. Han left for the hospital, so he didn't have any reason to saty at the motel. He plays with his rings trying to hide the anxieties and insecurities that try to take his body and mind over right now. He has strong flashbacks to his last night with Lucifer.

"So, doll, you wanted to rebel?"

I gulp down scared, knowing what will follow. It wasn't my first time in the devil's chamber. And if you are here, you are either going to die or you are going to be abused. Most likely brutally tortured or sexually abused.

I wish I wasn't beautiful, because then I would be cut open, but not fucked by the devil. Lucifer caresses my fragile wrists before a rope holds them close to the woodem headboard of the giant bed.

When demons aren't transformed, we do not wear anything to hide our upper body. Normally. So I am laying infront of him, my hands cuffed, my belly and chest exposed, my legs wrapped in thin leather, hugging my muscles. Lucifer takes of my shoes, my socks and my belt and caresses my abs. I feel disgusted and used. My back still hurts as I feel the gapping hole, where once my wings where placed, now brutally ripped out of Lucifer himself.

The devil leans down, kisses my jawline, my neck and my chest, licking on my buds and framing my abs with his wet, sticky, distgusting devil-tongue. His hands roam around my hip, opening my trousers and pulling them down including my underwear. Again, I am exposed infront of this creature, but I don't do anything anymore. Less defending, less punishment, less time in this room of a hell. Iconic hearing rhis from a demon isn't it?

For a few minutes Lucifer plays with my dick before growling frustrated. He tries it everytime, knowing I never get hard in his games.

Pissed he penetrates my unprepared hole and I screamed out in pain. I howl like a hitted dog and cry like a injured human. This goes on for nearly a whole hour, before he is satisfied. He kisses my body, licks my body, bites my body. He gives my body hickeys and love bites, but I don't feel any love. He comes about three times in me and after this hour he leaves me there. I already know where the shower is. I already know he won't be back the rest of the day, so I have all the time in the world, but I want to leave this room as soon as possible. My arms are free. His cum drips out of my used hole. Even my face hurts from the grimace I hold on the whole times. My face expressions showed pain, but the pain didn't reach my eyes. I was too used to this feeling already.

I showered two hours, rubbing with soap over my body over and over again, trying to wash the wring feeling of my body, but I couldn't. I searched myself something to wear and then flew down on earth. In the cafe I am sitting again right now. I needed to ask our hellevator guard to fly me down, because Lucifer ripped my wings... so embarassing... Then I met Han, but Han isn't here right now. A little panic attack shows up on the surface. I scratched open the back of my hand. It's bleeding, but I stayed emotionless, trying to surpress the storm of my feelings as the first tear left my eyes.