[@Kit DewStein]
Luke grinned. “Yeah well I guess your wake-up call must’ve gone smoother than mine.” He said, lightheartedly, in response to her comment about not considering anyone here the devil yet. “Got tased and a kicked around.” He said lifting his shirt just enough to show the bruise around his rib cage. He put his shirt back down and continued to shovel food into his mouth while talking. No had ever actually taught him manners, that would require having adults in your life that actually cared. Luke, also, didn’t know when he’d be eating again, he never did really, so he was used to indulging in a bit of gluttony whenever he had the chance. “I guess this is still better than any foster home I ever got stuck in, so, can’t complain too much, at least the food’s good. Name’s Luke by the way-” And he would’ve continued talking if the doors hadn’t opened revealing Vlad along with a girl their age wearing a collar. 

The scene before him, along with Vlad’s little speech made his stomach turn. It cleared up a lot of things for Luke. One, this guy was clearly the devil. Two, he had most certainly made the biggest mistake of his young life, there was no doubt about it, they were prisoners here and as good as the food was nothing was worth being in a cage. And three, he was going to be in for an unpleasant time because he was certainly not going to take this quietly, whenever he had the chance he was going to make things difficult for his jailors.  

“And here I was hoping this was going to be like a Captain America thing.” Luke whispered as he quickly swallowed the food still in his mouth. He pushed his plate aside, no longer having an appetite for anything this creep had to offer. “If that’s not the face of the devil, then I don’t know what is.” He added as Vlad’s soulless eyes sent a shiver of dread down his spine.