Back upstairs, Rosie took Vaggie back to her room and shoved her into her bathroom.

Vaggie screamed in protest and tried to break down the door, but Rosie mockingly assured her that nothing would be done unless she obediently prepared herself for the day.

Realizing she had no choice, Vaggie relented. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and took care of all her other business until Rosie let her out to finish the rest.

Rosie dressed Vaggie in a white lace Edwardian lawn party dress with a collar going up to her neck and sheer sleeves going down her arms complete with period shoes and stockings.

Then, Rosie sat Vaggie down in front of the room's new vanity, brushed her hair out, and styled it into a fashionable bun with her pink ribbon running through it.

Rosie finished the look with an off-white eyepatch she tied over Vaggie's missing eye.

"There, we go," Rosie said stepping back and admiring her work. "Don't you look beautiful?"

Vaggie looked at the vanity mirror, stood up, and said, "I look like my great-great-Abuelita."

"Oh, don't be absurd," Rosie said. "You look much more beautiful than she ever did. Now, come on. Give us a turn."

Vaggie crossed her arms in annoyance, scowled, span around once very quickly, and quipped, "Happy? Can I take this crap off now?"

"Marvelous!" Rosie said clapping her hands merrily. "You look absolutely gorgeous! Just wait until Alastor sees you!"

"What?!" Vaggie snarled angrily. "I'm not a fucking doll! If you think I'm going to let that shitlord even look at me after what he has done to Angel…"

"Oh, my goodness!" Alastor called out in the doorway interrupting Vaggie mid-rant. "Vaggie, just look at you! You look like a real showgirl!"

"Thanks, I hate it," Vaggie retorted as she stomped over to where the Radio Demon was standing. "Where's Angel?"

"Oh, nonsense," Alastor said completely ignoring Vaggie's question. "You're going to love it when my colleagues see you by my side."

"Yeah, I'm just oozing with anticipation," Vaggie said sarcastically. "I can't wait to take this thing off. Where is Angel?!"

"Oh, but it looks so lovely on you," Alastor said ignoring Vaggie's question again as he showed Vaggie a voodoo doll of her from his pocket. "And on the little you as well."

Vaggie stood back in shock. The doll was dressed and had its hair styled exactly as she did. It was uncanny.

"God, you're such a creep," Vaggie said in disgust.

"Ah, ah, ah," Alastor said twisting the doll's arm behind her back causing Vaggie's arm to painfully do the same. "Manners, my dear."

"Let me go!" Vaggie yelled. "Please!"

Alastor released the doll's arm allowing Vaggie's arm to be freed.

Vaggie rubbed her sore shoulder and muttered under her breath, "Goddamn asshole."

Alastor chuckled out loud and said, "Now, now, don't make me bring Angel Dust into this."

Vaggie's eyes widened and then narrowed as she asked, "What the fuck have you done with Angel?!"

"I gave that disgusting, perverted nuisance what he deserved," Alastor said with his annoying, self-satisfied grin. "Perhaps now he'll learn not to touch what isn't his."

"Where is he?!" Vaggie asked.

Alastor opened the door and stepped into the hallway holding the door open for Vaggie just as everyone heard a loud, painful groan.

Vaggie ran out of her room and into the room next door where Angel was being held and beheld a gruesome sight.

Angel was lying in the room next door on a surgical table absolutely mangled in injuries with only his brown shorts on, all other clothing having been removed except his choker. Five out of six arms were broken. One of his legs was kicked in. And those were only the injuries Vaggie could see. Angel was breathing shakily but still conscious.

Angel turned his head over and saw Vaggie standing in the doorway trembling like a leaf.

"Hey there, doll," Angel said with a smile clearly trying to conceal his pain.

Vaggie walked to the table to get a better look at him.

Angel's split lip and broken arms were caked in dried blood, congealed and cracked. The now browning blood had drizzled down the lacerations on his bare chest and back much like rain down a windowpane.

"Oh, my God," Vaggie whispered fearfully trying not to shed any tears.

"That was a hell of a time, babe," Angel said with a smirk. "You should've been there."

Vaggie put her hand on Angel's first right hand, the hand of the only arm that wasn't broken, and said, "Angel, I'm so sorry…"

"Don't be, hon," Angel replied giving Vaggie's hand a squeeze. "That was so much fun."

Vaggie scoffed and said, "You dumb motherfucker…Alastor, you have to heal him. You can't leave Angel like this!"

Vaggie turned around to see Alastor and Rosie standing in the doorway behind her.

Alastor chuckled, walked over to her, and said, "Oh, Vaggie. I only intended to teach him a lesson. Of course, I'm going to help him heal. Angel's our main auction item after all. He'll be better by Friday. You'll see."

"Oh, can I help you nurse Angel back to health please, Alastor?" Rosie asked merrily. "I'd love to help!"

"But of course, Rosie, my dear," Alastor replied.

"What shall we do first?" Rosie asked.

"You need to take Vaggie to breakfast and give her etiquette lessons," Alastor said. "I'll see to the spider for now."

"Oh, fuck no!" Vaggie yelled.

"Vaggie, it'll be fine," Angel said desperately trying to calm Vaggie down.

"Come along now, Vaggie," Rosie said without skipping a beat. "We must go to breakfast."

"Like Hell!" Vaggie snarled. "I am not leaving Angel alone with Alastor!"

Alastor held up Vaggie's voodoo doll again and started moving her legs causing Vaggie's to do the same toward the door as he said, "Yes, you are."

"NO!" Vaggie screamed helplessly as she and Rosie headed out the door before Alastor shut it behind them. "ANGEL!"

"Don't worry, Vaggie!" Angel yelled after her reassuringly. "I'll be fine!"

Alastor stared at the door quietly until he heard Rosie and Vaggie head downstairs. Only then did he turn to his crippled victim on the table. The pair stared at each other for a second before Angel broke the silence.

"What are you doing to Vaggie?" Angel asked.

"Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself?" Alastor said taking his coat off and dropping it on the floor as he walked over to the bathroom.

Angel Dust's eyes narrowed as he turned his head towards Alastor and said, "I don't give a flying fuck about what ya do to me. What are ya going to do to Vaggie, you stuck-up, fucking son-of-a-bitch?!"

"I'm going to make her my wife," Alastor said turning on the sink and beginning to scrub the dried blood off his arms.

Angel scoffed and said, "The day that happens is when Satan gives up his damn crown."

"We'll see about that," Alastor replied. "You of all people should know how determined a lover is."

Angel snorted and retorted, "Like someone like you would know what real love is."

Alastor sighed and said, "I have never felt so alive."

"Vaggie sure as hell doesn't."

"Oh, don't be silly. Vaggie's just shy and overwhelmed by the news right now."

"Vaggie shy? That's rich."

Alastor didn't respond but dried his hands on a hand towel and walked over to his patient.

"What are you gonna do with your hands?" Angel asked flirtatiously.

Alastor summoned a needle and thread out of nowhere and said, "Fix you up, of course."

"Didn't know you were a doctor, handsome," Angel said.

Alastor silently summoned a voodoo doll of Angel and quickly sewed the mouth of the doll shut. To Angel's horror, his lips were sealed shut along with it.

"There," Alastor said putting his doll back into his pocket. "Silence at last."

Angel's grew wide in panic and he gave out an involuntary whimper upon realizing what Alastor had done.

"Don't worry, Angel," Alastor said with a wicked smile as he walked over to Angel's first broken arm on his left side. "I'll unsew your mouth when we're finished. You know how I relish the sound of screams."

In his panic, Angel tried using his one good hand to pull open his mouth tugging in vain to pry it open against the magic.

Alastor grabbed his hand, gave a sigh of disapproval, and said, "Bad boy, Angel. You don't want to get yourself hurt again. Do you?"

"Mmmmmpppppphhhhhh!" Angel groaned pulling as hard as could to twist his hand out of Alastor's titanium grip.

"Angel, you need to lay still or I'm going to need to use restraints," Alastor chided calmly.

"Fmmpp mmmm (Fuck you) !" Angel groaned.

Alastor sighed again before he snapped his fingers and instantly caused all Angel's arms to be strapped down to the table with leather straps by the wrists.

Angel moaned in pain at the sudden movement in his broken bones.

"Now then," Alastor said merrily. "Let's start setting those broken bones back into place!"

Angel whimpered fearfully as Alastor put his hands on the first broken arm.

"Don't be afraid to scream, Angel!" Alastor prattled happily. "It's all music to my ears!"

Then without another word, Alastor snapped the broken bone back into place with an audible crack as Angel gave out a muffled scream.

Alastor happily hummed a show tune as he got out some medical stabilizers to hold the reset bone in place and wrapped bandages around them to secure them to Angel's arm.

Angel started thrashing as much as he could underneath the restraints. Unfortunately for him, the restraints held firm as Alastor finished his work and made his way to the next broken arm.