Go find the two

You want to know how they're acclimatizing to all this, so you figure you should go find Lance and Rose. Part of you wonders just what names they'll call you this time; most males seem to react in anger towards their capturers. You walk by all the cages in a tempting stride, some mortals looking up at you silently, others begging you for release from their torment. You pass by incubi, looking you at with barely contained lust, along with tiny imps who help the larger demons with what they need... the hierarchy still confuses you sometimes, but here, it's almost always that the strong survive. These mortals were clearly not strong to be here. They could've resisted...

Soon enough, you find a solid steel cage, welded together by hellfire. Inside has just enough room for both Lance and Rose, and both of them are distraught. Upon reaching the cage, neither of them look up at you. You wait for a moment or two, wondering if they'll ever look up. After several seconds, you realize they're too busy with each other to notice you. "Aw... isn't that sweet?" You coo, finally getting Lance to look up. "You two got to stay together... I guess the imps felt like being nice to you today..."

Lance crawled over, looking up at you with rage, defeat, and a thousand other emotions in his eyes. "Why?" He asked, barely audible over the screams of other mortals. "Why did you bring us here? We don't deserve this... we did nothing wrong!"

"Sorry kid." You say, leaning down to him with a sultry grin. "I'm just doing what I have to do. Maybe in a few hundred years, you might be broken enough to become an incubi... then you can get your ****!" You urge with a chuckle, knowing that it will probably never happen.

Lance looks at the ground as it twists and writhes around him, a floor of living flesh and blood that feels strange beneath your cloven hooves. "I..." He mutters, even less audible than before, only able to be heard because of your close distance. "I don't deserve this... we just wanted one night of fun... I don't want to be tortured."

Rose cries harder and harder, looking up at you and screaming. "Go away! You've already done this to us!" Lance crawls over and cradles her, not looking at you anymore.

While you've seen this before, something strange suddenly comes flooding through your heart: empathy. These mortals specifically caused you to suddenly feel bad... why though? Maybe it's because they remind you of someone from your mortal life... not like you could remember even if you wanted to. Maybe Lance just gave you a simple explanation that made sense. Or maybe was because they both were good lays before you took their souls. Either way, part of you feels like you have to help them... even though you know it's risky. Maybe... you could keep them in your room. At least it would prevent them from being hurt.