Samuel heard the angel move around, and he let out a broken sob as soon as one of his arms fell free. It was a useless appendage. He didn't hardly remember how to use his arms or legs after all the torture. Milo would have to catch him to avoid him falling in a heap on the floor. His purity was choking him, but he clung to him like a lifeline. His soul was screaming, and he wanted nothing more than to be bathed in holy water. His ears were ringing, and he was mumbling something, over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."<br/><br/>When the vial was held to his lips, Sam instinctively pressed his lips closed. He was so tired of being force fed everything. It burned his skin, and he whimpered, causing some of it to slip onto his tongue. Water. It was just water. He raised his head, letting Milo poor the vial down his throat. A ragged cry left his throat as soon as it hit his stomach and he rolled away from Milo, barely, as he began to wretch. A black, tar-like substance left his stomach in heaves, his body purging the corruption with the help of the holy water. "I don't want to hurt anymore," he whimpered, sobbing against the floor, near the pool of corruption but at least not in it. Prayers for relief and mercy poured from him, obviously a broken mess.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Asmodeus smirked down at those widened eyes. "Oh come now. It's not all pain and suffering. There's pleasure to be had. We are lustful creatures." Though Samuel hadn't ever experienced pleasure, not of the sexual kind. He palmed Luke's groin, teasing him softly as he coaxed him into an aroused state.