The human mind cannot even begin to imagine the horrors, humiliations, and suffering that happened inside cage.
A thousand years – or ten thousand years; time itself became their tool; with two fallen angels who can use their new living flesh toy however they please. Imagine the most agonizing, degrading sex conceivable; then multiply the pain, shame, and violation by a thousand, and know they still find it boring. There is no beginning or end. If Sam tries to commit suicide, they simply bring him back to life. They feed him human meat. They feed him his own flesh.
Lucifer rips out his reproductive organs and replaces them with female ones so he can bear children. Miscarriages. Healthy infants. Babies born with grotesque deformities. Newborns with animal body parts. Babies who never stop screaming, an unbroken wail that burrows into Sam’s skull like a drill, and he cannot reach them, cannot soothe them, cannot even cover his own ears. And the moment he feels attached to them, they tear the children away.
Every new day, Sam is forced to relive his very worst nightmare – then a different one, and another after that. Every hidden fear, every secret shame, every childhood wound comes to the surface and swells. Reality and hallucinations merge together until he no longer understands if he is really being raped by his father or is it a creature wearing his father’s skin. The creatures violating him wear different faces: John, Dean, his former friends, his teachers, animals…
Michael and Lucifer are the creators of this new existence, the directors of an endless series of torture-porn films with a fresh plot every single day. They shatter him completely, then rebuild him just to shatter him again. They penetrate him, then restore his virginity just to rape him again. They drive him to the brink of insanity, only to make him lucid again so he can feel every moment more clearly.
And still they are not satisfied.
They force him to beg for the pain. They make him thank them afterward. They give him fleeting moments of tenderness; only to reveal it was another layer of the performance. They break him. They heal him. They break him again.
