Samuel trembled at the caress through his hair. It was the first time he'd had such a gentle touch in forever. But then the other pulled away again and tears brimmed over and spilled down his bloody face. "Please. Please don't go." There were traps in place. Each chain was bolted into the walls or floor, and if they were broken, poison would be released and could very likely kill the person who tried to free him, as well as Samuel himself. It was sort of a concept that if Asmodeus didn't have him, no one could. Sam was the biggest challenge the demon lord had ever faced, and anyone who knew of Samuel was equally astounded he hadn't fallen. But everyone also thought that it was a matter of time.<br/><br/>And it was. Samuel would eventually fall if this torment kept up. His resolve was already starting to break. It hurt, so much, all the time, and the promise of relief was just starting to feel wonderful. Even though he didn't know what year it was, it felt like so much time had passed. They seldom let him sleep more than an hour or two, unless he passed out from the pain. Right now he was just so utterly overwhelmed. It was so difficult to try to stay strong. "At least...please at least tell me your name?" It was such a plea, but had he already left? His ears were ringing and his head pounding from the pain, so everything seemed muddled and he wasn't sure of what he was hearing.<br/><br/>Petra was waiting for Luke to return to the party, which could go on for days in celebration for Kane, who seemed to have disappeared after his coronation. Eden had told him Luke had gone away on some business, but left the details vague. It wasn't his place, and he had promised his father that he wouldn't interfere too much. Asmodeus hadn't had any success breaking Samuel, and only Eden, Ashton, and his father knew that Samuel was actually, in fact, an arch angel.