Glory sat clicking her fingernails along the formica table top in boredom. She was, stoned, horney, pissed off with her agent and in the mood to vitimize. No one had caught her fancy yet though. She was biding her time, someone that really did it for her would come along, she knew. The odds of such an occurance increased with each jello shooter she consumed.

Tonight she had decided to torture a man. Why? Because she'd been put through hoops by a co-star today on a shoot. She didn't care how many movies the faggot sold, it had taken forever to get some of the scenes right because her co-star's gay ass was malfunctioning. Why was a gay man doing straight porn anyway? Just to piss Glory off. So really, not only would she like to ruin a man's evening and leave him a shattered shell of who he used to be, she'd be thrilled if it was a gay or bi-sexual man she did it to.

Though she is hot and bothered, she doesn't need sex to satisafy that need, she gets off on torturing people, something about the screaming, the screaming in agony, does it for her.

She sits continuing to click her nails on the table top. She'd like nothing more than to rake some one up with them.

She even had a place picked out to do her thing, She'd found out about this house in the boonies with a bondage basement.....and apparently the guy who owned it, Jimmy Kastler, was always at work. She could hardly wait, torture, torment, breaking and entering.....it would be a very satisfying night indeed as soon as her date arrived. Of coarse who ever he was, he'd have no idea he was her date.

His dreams riddled by endless nightmares, Lucifer had pulled on some clothing to go to a bar and left without saying. He nearly cried as he did so... but then again, he nearly cried when he did next to anything. His vision always clouded by tears, his mind always hazy with bitter thoughts and Kaldun... his steps misguided from the fear of not coming home or falling because of both his sickness and his weakness, he'd just been dragging on in life recently.

He'd pulled on those leather boots that crawled all the way up to his calves, leather pants and leather shirt that hugged to his skin too tightly along with the leather choker and bracelets and headed out the door after allowing the sleeping figure of his roommate a kiss goodbye.

Lucifer had near stumbled into the Warehouse as if he were already drunk, but had managed to regain his careful footsteps, bright and wide green eyes looking around at the place before him. Twenty years old now and you'd never know it.

He tried to ignore the bar's patrons as he slumped against the bar counter, still managing to look up through the strands of his dark brown hair.

"Tequila..." he could only manage to murmur to the bartender. Even through that one word his German accent was evident and strong, though took away from the obvious soft and feminine touches of his voice.

Glory got up from where she sat after two women sat down and tried to chat her up. She suspected they recognized her. She was not in the mood to deal with them. She stalked away from the table giving them a contemptous glare.

Damned bitches, screwing up her buzz and her train of thought. She had been thinking about who had to suffer. Her particular train of thought was fuzzy though, other than she wanted to make that bastard Rod suffer, stupid man. seh really hated performing shots with him. She siddled up to the bar. Jello shooters were not cutting it, the noise, the distraction of the damned lights. She was growing more and more irritable.

"Whisky, a double, on the rocks." she said. Despite her irritation her voice was still pleasant and sultry. Men loved to do her bidding, in most cases. Should it be any surprise that she got her drink before the leather clad man beside her?

It wasn't a surprise at all, and had Lucifer been in any way attracted to females, he would probably loved to do her bidding as well. But in this case Lucifer just offered her a wary glance, gloomy gaze resting heavily on the female.

He turned a little then, leaned some more into the wood of the barcounter, frowning a little and pushing more of those locks of thick hair out of his eyes.

(shorttt. *dies.)

Pleased with the speed of service and the doting attention of the bartender, Glory sips her drink. She looks over to the man she's next to as he finally gets his drink.
"Why so gloomy, sugar britches?' she says in warm honeyed tones.

He might be fun, so broody and tormented looking anyhow, he'd likely break easily.

"There's reason not to be?" he asked, looking up as the bartender delivered his drink. He fished a couple bills out of his wallet, offering them to the male. "I'm in a bar, honey." The accent rang clear, his tone level and soft despite the fact that he felt so bitter. That must count for something. He was a broody male that frequented bars.

He stared at the drink and then slowly sipped it.

"Is that really so bad, well I guess that depends on why you're in the bar? Why are you in the bar? " she asks almost purring. She's already finished her drink.

"Another." she tells the bartender who hops to comply.

"Did you come here to forget the world....." she asks in a breathy tone.

He chuckled darkly, in an empty sort of way, fingers too tightly wrapped around the glass. "Only a damned fool could think he could accomplish such a task as forgetting the world. When it's all said and done, all you have is an empty glass... and all you are is drunk and short of cash you had before." Ah, such bitter words spoken from such a pretty, delicate mouth. Is it so obvious he's not interested in her?

Another slow sip.

"I came here because everything sucks. What's your excuse?"

"I need an excuse now, damn I forgot to have mummy write me one." she says, it's a whispery tone, almost seductive, but not quite. She can indeed tell he isn't interested in her.

It doesn't really bother her. He's her mark, she has decided. If she has to wait all night to follow him out of the bar and overtake him she will, or if she can convince him to come along more easily that will work too. She feels better knowing who she's going to make suffer. Choices can be such a burden.

"I didn't say you needed one." He shook his head. "I was only curious if you had one." He's still wary of her, you know. You can never be too cautious of a person. He ordered another drink, leaning against the counter and closing his eyes. Conversation wasn't his best point.

"I make porno movies, life sucks. My excuse in a nutshell." She says sipping her drink. It is so easy to be patient when you have a goal. "So what are you doing here all alone?" she asks.

He carefully raised an eyebrow about her making porno movies. But he got the wrong impression and sympathized with her as he sympathized with Salem. He related her to Salem.

"I'm sorry." Eyebrow dropped.

"If I were with someone I doubt I'd be here."

"I thought you might be glum because you'd been stood up." she said. No she isn't like Salem at all, but how can he know that Glory is the root of her own problems?

She reached over and patted his arm and added. "You don't have to be sorry." that comes later.

"I wish. Not the case, unfortunately."

More money was placed on the table as his drink came. He shook his head a little. "But I want to be. Nobody's life should suck like that." He took another careful sip at his new drink.

A soft chuckle escapes her lips. He can be even sorrier later then, sympathy is just a weakness. Glory despises weakness. "So you've got no one, next I suppose you'll tell me you have nowhere either?" she asks sounding very sympathetic, though she's never felt sympathy in her life.

Oh how delicious it will feel to rake him up with her nails and then burn him. She smiles ever so sweetly.

He downed the rest of his drink, nodding vaguely. "Nobody and nowhere. How'd you guess?" He was mildly bitter and sarcastic as he looked up at her, pushing away from the bar counter.

"But that's what you get when you go and fuck everything up."

"Me too." she says playing the sympathy card, "People only ever want one thing from me, know what I mean."

"Fuck yeah I know what you mean." He shook his head a little, slightly glazed-looking green eyes searching... searching for something and nothing at the same time.

"But what do I know? I'm just a stupid fucking kid."

He turned his back to the bar now, slouching with a rather bitter expression on that pretty face of his.

"Stupid in what way? There are many kinds of stupid. Stupid for letting yourself wind up in such a situation, nah, shit happens to the stupid and the brilliant alike, because shit is an equal opportunity phenomenon." Glory says.

So she was intelligent. Most people weren't these days and it was a damned shame. But he couldn't appreciate her intelligence right now. Right now it was safe to wallow in his own misery. He looked across the room.

"I don't even know any more."

He stood up straight now.

She nodded in an understanding way, though she didn't. She watched him stand. She didn't let her anticipation show. Would he walk out into the dark night, where he could become her victim? How sweet it would be.

Slightly dizzy Lucifer took a step, looking over his shoulder to see her nod. "Don't mean to cut you off, but I'm going home." so he turned his head back and left without a good-bye. Strangers without names don't get good-byes.

She lingered long enough to finish her drink. Then she set out. moving quietly once she slipped of her high heels and threw them in the rolled down window of her beat up old Thunderbird. She tossed her purse in too after she pulled the stun gun out of it.

Then she snuck up on her target. It was easy to catch up and use the stun gun on him he wasn't very steady on his feet anyhow.

"Zzzjjjooootttttt!" the thing said as it made connection and knocked him down. It was one of the high voltage ones that could be used from several feet away. Glory had stuck it against his neck anyway. She liked to smell the singed hair and skin. He laid on the ground twitching like a dying fish. She scooped him up and dumped him in her trunk.

In only seconds Lucifer was knocked to the ground and he cried out in agony. How could he have know? He should have known! It had been so obvious. Damn him for sympathizing with her instead of remaining wary.

His body twitched involuntarily on the concrete.

"Why?" he managed to cry softly as he was scooped and dumped so effortlessly.

"Everyone needs an outlet." Glory tells him before slamming the trunk closed. She could have just as easily dumped him in the backseat, but it's much more disturbing to be taken anywhere in a trunk, it never bodes well. Besides she doesn't want him to see where she's taking him.

"FUCK!" His voice was muffled by the trunk which he kicked at uselessly in a panic. No! This can not be hapenning! Thud, thud went his feet against the interior of the trunk until he gave up and simply curled up and closed his eyes, sobbing.

Of coarse kicking, screaming, or sobbing only heighten the sense of anticipation. Glory hums as she drives. If she turned the radio on she wouldn't be able to hear him in the trunk. Oh he was going to be so sorry.

She made sure she drove over as many curbs, potholes, and other terrain fetures as possible in addition to take all the curves in such a way to sling him around with the force of gravity in the trunk.

Of course Lucifer, being the light little thing he was, crashed up against the sides of the trunk with every curve she made. He tumbled around, each slam to his brittle and fragile body making him cry out in agony. And he tried to bite back the pain and the sobbing but he couldn't.

"Please... help." He whispered desperately, his whole body wracked with sobs.

Finally she reached her destination. She got out and opened teh cellar doors and turned on the lights in the dungeon first. The place was so clean, like a laboratory or something. She was very glad to have discovered this place. She'd never brought anyone here before. She opened the drawers, she'd lookedd through them before to see the array of implements of squirm. This would be just delightful.

She took a soldering iron out of a drawer and plugged it in to heat up. before walking back up to her car.

She reached into the car for the stun gun and walked around to open the trunk. This time she wasn't coaky about sticking it against his body. Anywhere in the trunk he'd bee in it's effective range. She used it as soon as the trunk was opened. She couldn't have him getting away.

He cried out as soon as the trunk opened, clawing at nothingness as he was once again stunned. He attempted squirming but it ended up resembling something much more of a slight convulsion.

"S-stop, please!"

Tears continued to trickle down his pale cheeks.

She answers his pleading with a soft grunt. She hefts him carelessly over her shoulder and carries him down into the dungeon. "I just love a man in chains." she tells him as she shackles him to the wall. Then she goes to shut an lock the door behind her. "So you German?" she asks him softly.

He squirmed uselessly all the while she carried him and looked up at her with a bitter expression as she chained him to the wall. He pulled at the chains. Once, twice, several times. It didn't work.

"Yes." He answered weakly, his voice slightly hoarse. He was still panicked, thoughts filled with the horror that possibly awaited him.

She makes a pouty face, "Cooperative, that's sad." she tells him. "You got a boyfriend, or is that why you're so broody, because you don't?" she asked.

She knelt and took off his boots. "Did you know when you flay a person live, that's skin them, it's best to start with the feet? Hey, you ticklish?" she asks running her finger ever so lightly alodn the bottom of his foot.

"No. No boyfriend." he sort of choked it out painfully. "He left me." For some girl named Callie who was a really sweet girl but had stolen Erik's heart. In a good way, but Lucifer felt something like an empty jealousy writhing deep in the pit of his stomach.

You're such a," he struggled against the chains. A wasted effort. "fucking bitch!"

No, he wasn't ticklish. He only flinched when she ran her finger along the bottom of his foot.

"Nobody needs to know that."

"No one needs to know he left you for girl....don't worry I won't tell, but I do hate being called names even if it is true." She says. She cuts his clothes off of him with a pair of heavy duty EMT shears from the drawer. "Aw, pity." she says as the scraps fall to the floor. She rakes her nails down his chset hard enough to draw blood.

"I meant nobody needs to know how to skin someone, you sick freak." He said through gritted teeth. He watched his clothes (or what was left of them) fall to the floor. Leather. All of that leather and now all that was left of it was useless fucking scraps.

He bit back the pain of the nails raking down his chest, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore his own pitiful nudity.

"You really need to stop badmouthing me." she said. She came back with a spray bottle of Jalepeno juice and sprayed the clawmarks. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips while she mashed his body against the wall with her own.

Like lemon juice to a paper cut only so much worse. And he screamed for all hell to hear, eyes clouding with tears from the pain. The sound that came from his lips was somewhat of a strangled sob and whine. The only thing he could do was to jerk his head away from she kissed him, but he still couldn't move. Damn it all to hell.

She smooches him on the cheek, "Ah a little struggle. Don't like girls hmmmm?" She moved to the counter top where the soldering iron had been heating up. She came back with it and grabed a handfull of his hair so he couldn't move his head. "Now kiss me, Or I stick this in your ear." she tells him.

"No," he answered immediately, voice breathy and strained. His green eyes widened and he swallowed. More tears came and fell onto his naked body.

"Please, no... I'll do it. I'll do anything." Subjected to such a low level, Lucifer was not even considering pride right now.