BJ's eyed flashed an angry red, and it took all his self restraint to do nothing. If he fought back, she would be taken from him. He wouldn't be able to help her. So he had to do nothing.

The gray suited man's insufferable smirk made it so much harder. Beetlejuice clenched his fists so hard with anger that black, oil like blood began to dribble from his palms. It hurt, as only a dead person could hurt a dead person. But it hurt his cold, unbeating heart more. 

Lydia was taken back to her cell, and Beetlejuice followed silently. He hated this. He hated [i]them[/i].

When they were finally left alone, the demon sat down on the cot next to the girl. He pulled the thin blanket over her, pushed her hair out of her face, and tried to make her look somewhat comfortable. She was so tiny, so fragile. Years of being locked up behind these walls had taken their toll on her. 

He sniffed, tears pricking in his eyes. "I'm sorry, kid," he said softly. "I'm so sorry."