Struggling (4)

His body trembled as the demon made his way inside his mouth, so Aaron bit him, hard, but the demon chuckled when his tongue was trapped between his teeth, his blood pouring into Aaron's mouth. Terror, desperation, and helplessness settled deep inside him as he tried to do everything he could to get away but the rest of his body didn't move as he felt the tongue inside him. A hand gripped him tightly from his hair, tugging his head up to access better and Aaron wanted to throw up, wanted to be able to grab the gun, and shot himself.

"Sir?" A voice called behind them, tearing Mammon's attention away from him.

Aaron was trying to catch his breath by the time Mammon finally let him go and turned towards the man that was behind them. An invisible force grabbed the man from the throat, holding up in the air. His eyes turned black as he tried to gasp for air. "Don't you see that I'm busy?" he growled.

"Mag has disappeared, sir," The demon gasped. Aaron noticed for the first time the headset that had fallen when Mammon looked down to the floor.

He let him go. "Speak."

"She escaped," he said nervously when his feet finally touched the ground.

"How did she escape?" Mammon frowned.

"Elijah doesn't know, sir."

"And where is he? Why wasn't he the one informing me about this?!"

The demon hunched his shoulders. "He just disappeared and we don't know where he is."

"That bastard," Mammon growled through clenched teeth, but that expression didn't last as it quickly morphed into a smile. "Well, then it just means that the show is going to start a little early." He turned completely around and walked forward, towards the door that now the demon was opening for him. "I'll see you in a few, doll, Gotta get all ready for our Lord, right?"

Aaron wanted to sigh in relief as he saw him walk away, but his shoulders tensed when the demon stopped and looked over his shoulder, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "Don't bother praying," he said motioning the sigils that Aaron had not seen before. "No one will be able to hear you while you're inside here."

He laughed, snapping his fingers, and turning off the lights before he left. Aaron let out a weak laugh when his body could move again. His head dropped under the weight of his relief, his whole body trembled as a sob escaped him; silent tears fell from his eyes as he spat, wanting nothing more but erase the taste of sulfur and blood of his bruised mouth. But his mouth was too dry, he couldn't.

"Lucifer?" Aaron asked in the air. He knew that he had already called him after waking and that Mammon had told him it wouldn't work, but he had to try. "Lucifer, please relax."

No one came. There was no flutter of wings or anything. He hadn't realized how much hope he had put in the words until his breath came raggedly, eyes going glassy as his lungs started to burn

He stilled and tried to inhale whatever air he could but his breath was too shallow. He clenched his hand. Aaron knew he was at the edge of a panic attack, so he inhaled. Holding his breath for a few seconds before exhaling, and then he repeated. It hurt and was almost impossible the first couple of times but he kept doing it, pressing his nails against his palm to ground him, sobs breaking his concentration from time to time.

Aaron didn't bother praying when he could think clearly again, instead, he thought in all the possibilities he had to escape. Lucifer was causing chaos on earth and it was his fault; he had to do something. He didn't think that he would be able to escape from that situation, but if he could at least leave the room, then maybe Lucifer would listen.

He looked around his mind frantically running through plans in his mind, trying to think of a way to escape. He eyed the leather chains on his wrist and, with desperation, he pushed his right arm forwards, trying to loosen the strap up. He repeated the action, not caring how his wrist bruised and burnt.

He didn't know how long he kept doing that, but breathing was again something difficult to achieve, his sweat-covered most of his body as he stopped when his wrist had a little more space. He blinked and tried to get his hand free, but it was still too small.

He pulled with more force, feeling his bones crying at the position they were forced into. Aaron gritted his teeth, stopping the cry that wanted to squeeze his way out of his lips when he heard a weird sound as the bones of his fingers ceded.

His hand was free and already swelling around his thumb. He saw faintly one ring of black bruises with bloody scrapes was around his wrist where he had rubbed himself open and raw. Aaron laughed wetly and before the relief settled inside him, he used the adrenaline that still shot through his body in his favor and tried to untie his left hand.

When there wasn't anything suspending him in a standing position, he fell. He put his left hand in front of his face, moving the right away from anything that could touch him, and grunted when pain ran through his body. Luckily, the straps weren't glued at the bed so they just bruised and did not break when he fell.

Aaron tried to move in a position that would be easier to untie his ankles. The adrenaline was already leaving his body as he started to tremble. His left hand carried Aaron's weight while he used the other to free him. His swelling thumb touched several times the bed while he untied the strap the bonds, making him hiss every time. Once free, he knelt, gasping with pain as he ignored the ache on his ankles as they protested to move. Placing one hand against the cold floor, he moved towards the dead body of the demon.

He wondered for a moment, what would Karen and Will said if they knew what he was planning to do? How would Sophie look at him?

He sighed. He needed a weapon, Aaron repeated himself.