Cain had learned his lesson a few weeks back - avoid the 'torture rooms'. Not that the demons wouldn't randomly snag people and toss them in anyway. And, that's exactly what he thought was happening as he got dragged into the room, not bothering to resist much.

Instead of knives, though, there were... comfortable looking couches?

"What... the fuck is this?" Of course, he really didn't need to ask. They're told exactly what's expected of them.

"They're fucking joking, right?" He looked over the other man in the room, not recognizing him.