Vaggie reluctantly rested her head on Alastor's shoulder as their limo drove to an unknown destination.
After a long day of being dragged all over Pentagram City for errands, only getting a break for lunch and for dinner, all Vaggie wanted to do was return to the manor to check on Angel.
Alastor hadn't said a word about Angel all day. Even when Vaggie asked about her injured friend, Alastor hardly acknowledged it with more than a shrug. That did nothing to calm Vaggie's fears. The more the day wore on, the more time Vaggie spent hoping and praying that each stop would be at the manor so that she could speak to Angel for herself.
Every time Vaggie thought they were done, Alastor sadistically added another destination to make their day together even longer, much to her chagrin. The day already felt like it would never end, and Alastor sadistically made sure that didn't.
However, since dinner was eaten and the sun, or whatever you called it in hell, was setting, Vaggie was certain that they would be returning home.
Unfortunately, when she felt the limo stop, Vaggie lifted her head to see that the limo had pulled up to yet another building that she did not recognize.
Vaggie sighed in disappointment as Alastor exited the limo, held open the door, and gestured for her to follow him.
"Here we are, dear," Alastor said. "Our last stop of the day."
"Great," Vaggie replied sarcastically as she begrudgingly stepped out of the car.
Alastor shook his head with a chuckle and said, "Come now, Vaggie my dear. Haven't we had a good day today?"
"Hardly," Vaggie replied. "You've been dragging me all over Pentagram City to set up the auction for Angel!"
"I'm only establishing your status as my wife, dear," Alastor said taking Vaggie's arm in his, much to Vaggie's obvious chagrin. "As you will learn, among us overlords, asserting your status is everything. Now, come along. Our hosts are waiting."
Vaggie fumed silently as Alastor walked her down the path to the front door of the mansion ahead.
It was a gorgeous Italian-style mansion that Vaggie only recognized from travel magazines. Statues of famous men dotted the garden. In passing, Vaggie recognized the names she could see as being Italian as well.
Wait a minute.
Vaggie suspiciously examined the house and noticed that the windows were detailed with art nouveau-style stained glass images of spiders.
Oh, no.
"Alastor, where are we?" Vaggie asked.
Alastor smiled at her, clearly thrilled that she had finally caught on to what was going on.
"You already know the answer to that, Vaggie, my dear," Alastor replied. "We're at Angel's family's home."
Vaggie narrowed her eye and simply asked, "Why?"
"Simply to meet with them, dear," Alastor said stepping onto the stoop of the door.
"There are other demons bidding on Angel," Vaggie said finally pulling her arm away from Alastor's. "We haven't spoken to any of them…"
"An astute observation," Alastor said with a light chuckle as he leaned down to her eye-level, reached his hand towards Vaggie, and gestured for her to come back to his embrace.
"Why are we here?!" Vaggie growled.
Alastor, completely unfazed, gently took Vaggie's hand, pulled her into another unwanted hug, looked into her eyes, and said, "I told you, my dear. Simply to meet with them."
Vaggie's eye settled into a glare before looking away as she realized she wouldn't be getting any more answers out of Alastor for the time being. She would have to observe and figure out what was going on from there.
Alastor took Vaggie's arm, rang the doorbell, and waited until the door opened revealing a short grey spider demon with red but cold, almost emotionless eyes. Vaggie knew him from Angel's description to be Arackniss.
"Good evening, Arackniss," Alastor said, confirming Vaggie's suspicions.
"You're here early, Alastor," Arackniss said, cutting straight to the point.
"Well, we had some extra time and thought that we'd take care of this meeting a bit early," Alastor replied. "Is that alright?"
"Sure, Dad and I have nothin' else goin' on," Arackniss said before looking at Vaggie curiously.
Vaggie greeted Arackniss's gaze with a nasty glare.
Arackniss smirked in amusement at her and said, "So, you're the dame everybody's been fussin' over."
Vaggie scoffed and said, "I guess word travels fast."
"Well, you and your fiancé did announce it over the radio…" Arackniss replied.
"He is not my fiancé!" Vaggie snapped.
"That's not what Alastor told us," Arackniss said with a shrug.
"Well, he…!" Vaggie began. "Hey!"
Alastor had wrapped her arm around her waist, gave it a squeeze, chuckled out loud, and said, "Oh, Vaggie. Aren't you just a peach?"
Vaggie growled at Alastor under her breath in response, but her protests were ignored.
"Uh huh," Arackniss said gesturing for his guests to follow. "Come on in."
Alastor and Vaggie entered the house arm in arm. Vaggie glared at Alastor and continued glaring as Arackniss shut the front door and began speaking with Alastor.
Vaggie quietly listened while pretending to look at the home's lavish and somewhat gaudy décor, but besides plans about the auction that Vaggie already knew, Alastor and Arackniss did not say anything knew.
When Alastor and Vaggie finally arrived in the living room, Arackniss turned to Alastor and said, "You two can make yourselves comfortable. I'll go get my father."
"Will do," Alastor said merrily as Arackniss exited the room to find his father.
Alastor sat down on the red leather couch and pulled Vaggie down next to him much to her obvious chagrin.
Alastor not-so-subtly put an arm around Vaggie and asked, "So, do you like it, dear?"
"Not really," Vaggie said pulling her arm away from Alastor and instantly scooting to the far side of the couch. "Can you please quit touching me?"
Alastor instantly appeared on Vaggie's side of the couch, wrapped his arms around Vaggie, and protested, "But a husband always holds his darling love close."
"I liked you better when you didn't like being touched," Vaggie snarled as she angrily pushed Alastor away.
"Oh, Vaggie," Alastor said with a chuckle as he put his arm around her waist again. "Your love has changed me. I love feeling your skin against mine. I don't mind you touching me."
Vaggie scoffed, removed Alastor's arm from her waist, and said, "Well, I don't need to be held. Besides, if you really love someone, you let them go."
"But there's always the risk that you'll run away from me," Alastor said, looking into her eyes with a condescending smirk.
"Where would I run to?" Vaggie retorted.
Alastor relented and said, "Good point."
Just then, Arackniss entered the living room with his father Henroin.
Henroin was taller than Arackniss but smaller than Angel with an intimidating demeanor only accentuated by his eight red eyes and his slightly more humanoid features that distinguished him from either of his sons. He appeared to only have one pair of arms. His bulky, muscular body was covered in grey, fluffy fur. He wore a red tie with a fedora hat similar to the one Angel would occasionally wear.
Vaggie knew all Angel had to say about Henroin and greeted his arrival with another glare, just as she had with Arackniss.
Henroin stared back at Vaggie as he lit his cigarette, seemingly amused that she was not afraid of him despite his intimidating status.
Henroin took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke before he said, "So, this is the whore we've heard so much about, Radio Demon…"
Alastor narrowed his eyes, summoned his static, flashed an angry smile, and said, "Sir…I must ask you not to refer to my wife this way."
"Very well," Henroin said with a shrug. "Would you and your wife like some brandy?"
The static instantly disappeared and Alastor's smile returned in a flash.
"We'd be delighted," Alastor replied.
Henroin walked over to his alcohol cabinet to prepare the drinks.
Meanwhile, Alastor's arm stretched and snaked around Vaggie's waist. Much to Vaggie's chagrin, Alastor swiftly pulled her close to him so that they were practically touching.
Vaggie growled as she pushed Alastor away from her just as Henroin came back with four arms summoned to hold each glass.
Henroin chuckled as he passed out every glass at once and said, "Your wife is quite spirited."
Alastor sighed lovingly glancing in Vaggie's direction and said, "It's one of the many reasons I love her."
Vaggie responded with an eye roll and sipped her brandy as Henroin took his seat.
"Now then," Henroin said, leaning back in his chair. "Shall we talk business?"
"Of course," Alastor said, pausing only briefly to take a drink from his glass and pull Vaggie back to his side before he continued. "Your son will be healed as of tomorrow. I had him bathed today, but I will still have Rosie thoroughly disinfect him tomorrow to make sure he doesn't carry any diseases. As you requested, he is weak and underweight, but he still has quite the attitude. He wasn't too happy when I told him you were coming. He tried to attack me when I let him and Vaggie eat breakfast together this morning. I have had to keep him tranquilized today except for his meals. I can't imagine he'll be too happy when he sees you."
"Anthony has rarely, if ever, been happy to see us," Arackniss replied with a sigh.
"Why are you bidding on him then?" Vaggie asked suspiciously.
Everyone turned to look at her. Vaggie glared back. There was so much wrong with this scenario and she was going to find out what was going on.
Henroin finally broke the silence.
"Because, unlike you, that man-fucking slut needs to let his family fix him and make him into a normal person," Henroin replied between sips of brandy.
Vaggie scoffed and said, "You really think you could control Angel?"
"We can and we will, doll," Arackniss answered with a dark smile. "Don't you worry your little head about it."
"Whatever," Vaggie said disdainfully. "As fucked up as Angel is, he is one of the hotel's best patrons. He was seeking redemption long before any of you fucks got involved."
Henroin rolled his eyes while sipping his brandy, set the glass down and said, "A mistake like Angel can never change. Unlike you, Anthony needs actual psychiatric help."
"You're the ones who need psychiatric help," Vaggie spat back angrily. "Angel wants nothing to do with either of you, and you have left him alone for decades. Why do you care about him now?"
Arackniss shrugged and said, "No real reason, other than it has been too long for him to be this loosey goosey."
"Loosey goosey?" Vaggie said incredulously.
"Dearest, do we really have to spell it out for you?" Alastor asked with a chuckle. "I mean, you and he have similar backgrounds. Do you not? He is in the same background you used to be in."
"I'm still a lesbian, you moron…" Vaggie said through gritted teeth.
"That was before you accepted my proposal," Alastor retorted. "But that's beside the point…"
"That fuck needs to be reeled in and taught how to behave like a normal, fucking person, instead of a slut who sleeps with any man he lays his eyes on," Henroin interrupted before an argument could break out between the couple.
Vaggie was stunned for only a second before she angrily narrowed her eyes and thought of a decent reply, "And you three are ones to talk? I cannot believe how hypocritical you all are considering I am in the presence of two Italian mobsters and a voodoo-practicing serial killer! Yeah, Angel's a slut, but if I remember church correctly, Jesus spent more time with prostitutes than with rich people and said they were closer to heaven! I also seem to remember that in terms of deadly sins that lust was considered less offensive than stealing or murder…"
Arackniss's lips curled into an amused smirk and he said, "So, what are you sayin', doll?"
"I'm sayin'…" Vaggie said mockingly imitating Arackniss's accent. "…that, in terms of offenses against God, Angel is still less offensive than any of you!"
After a moment of silence, Alastor cracked up laughing. Henroin joined him while Arackniss simply cracked an amused smirk.
"What is so funny?!" Vaggie fumed, angrily getting to her feet while waiting for the men around her continued to stop mocking her with their derisive laughter.
"Doll," Henroin managed to get out as he tried to wipe his tears and stifle his own laughter. "You say that like you actually know who or what he is, and he's not normal."
"He's still a better person than any of you," Vaggie growled, clenching her fists. "Besides, what is normal anyway?"
"I don't know," Arackniss shrugged. "But we'll find out once we get to put him through therapy."
Vaggie paused as she felt her heart skip a beat and asked, "Therapy?"
"Gay conversion therapy," Alastor added right before Vaggie felt herself getting pulled back to the couch right against Alastor's side. "Isn't that right, Henroin?"
"Yep, Dr. Red has set it all planned it all out, complete with electric shock therapy and a lobotomy if Anthony refuses to cooperate," Henroin said as his lips curled into a sadistic smile.
Vaggie couldn't believe what she was hearing. They couldn't do that to Angel. It was too cruel.
"You wouldn't," she said in shock.
"I would and I will, toots," Henroin retorted.
"You, son-of-a-bitch!" Vaggie shrieked, trying to launch herself towards Henroin only to have Alastor pull her back. "How could you?! He's your son! You don't feel anything for him! Do you?! No wonder he fucking hates you!"
Henroin chuckled out loud as he set his finished drink aside and said, "You say that as if I should give a damn about how he feels. Anthony spent his life being a failure and has spent his afterlife screwing up our name by turning himself into a fucking slut for the masses, on the silver screen no less. All I ever wanted for him was to make him a good made-man like his brother, but no, he was too busy being a fucking screw-up! If Anthony had just listened to me, his life would have been easier. He would have been living large instead of dying like a dog in the gutter from an overdose and spending his eternity as Valentino's prized fuckboy. Anthony doesn't know what's good for him. He never did. You don't know either, doll face."
"And you fucking do?!" Vaggie asked with a scoff. "I know Angel better than you ever have. He is an idiot who screws up, but he is truly pursuing freedom from this hellhole and that's something you won't ever be able to stop. Even if by some miracle you managed to outbid Valentino and subjected Angel to your stupid therapy, we all know he would never crack. Not to you, motherfuckers."
Henroin and Arackniss's faces lit up in confusion. They looked over to Alastor who simply winked. None of that was lost on Vaggie.
Vaggie delivered Alastor a particularly pointed look and asked, "What are you…?"
"Are you done insulting us now, darlin'?" Arackniss cut her off with annoyed exhaustion behind his voice.
"Of course not," Vaggie replied with a snarl. "I could keep this up for all eternity."
Arackniss smirked amusedly, leaned on his hand, and asked, "Is that a fact?"
"Shall I count the ways, you pompous jackass?" Vaggie spat back.
Vaggie heard a dark chuckle, felt the familiar clawed hand squeeze her shoulder, and heard a lowered voice say, "Vaggie, darling, you need to zip it. Or, I can make Angel's life more hellish after he's sold."
"What are you talking about?!" Vaggie snapped as she smacked Alastor's hand away. "You have no idea who's going to buy…"
Vaggie's eyes fell on Alastor with his smug, unwavering smile and saw the same smiles on the two other spider demons in the room. When their expressions didn't change, Vaggie instantly understood everything.
"YOU BASTARD!" Vaggie screamed at the top of her lungs as she sprung to her feet and began punching Alastor's chest with all her might. "YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD!"
Henroin and Arackniss sat nonchalantly in their chairs watching the scene in amusement. Alastor did the same.
"So, I take it you didn't tell her you sold my brother to us," Arackniss quipped as he sipped his brandy.
"No," Alastor replied, completely ignoring his fiancée punching him in the chest. "I couldn't. She would have told Angel."
"STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME!" Vaggie shrieked with tears of anger rolling down her cheeks as she continued wearing out her knuckles on Alastor's frozen-meat hard chest. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING THIS CRUEL?! YOU COULD LET ANYONE ELSE BUY ANGEL!"
Alastor caught one of Vaggie's knuckles in his hand, stopping her mid-punch, pulled her gently onto his lap, stroked her hair, and said, "That bluenose is the one who stuck his nose where it didn't belong. If Angel valued his freedom so much, he shouldn't have tried to take you away from me."
SMACK!
Henroin and Arackniss's mouths fell wide open. Vaggie had slapped Alastor across the face.
Vaggie angrily hopped out of Alastor's lap and growled, "I don't belong to you. I belong to Charlie, you son-of-a-bitch. I belong with her, at the hotel, with all its inhabitants, even with Angel, but not to you. I will never ever be yours."
Vaggie threw another punch aimed at Alastor's face, but he caught it in his hand, sighed tiredly, and asked, "Are you quite finished?"
Vaggie knew she wouldn't win this way. She had to think of something, anything that could help Angel. So reluctantly she sat back down on the couch and turned away from him.
Henroin chuckled out loud and said, "Are you gonna put up with this disrespect for all eternity?"
Alastor looked at Vaggie and then back at his host and said, "My bride will learn to love and respect me in time. But for now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finalize the last details of our prisoner transport."
"Of course," Henroin said.
"How will you be transporting my brother?" Arackniss asked.
"With a muzzle, a straitjacket, and shackles around his feet if he doesn't behave," Alastor responded with a sadistic grin. "Should that suffice?"
"It should," Arackniss said placing his empty glass on the table. "The good doctor is also preparing syringes of sedatives just in case we need them...You have something to say, darlin'?"
Vaggie didn't respond but glared at them disgustfully in a desperate attempt to hide her fear and the bile rising in her throat.
"That reminds me," Alastor said turning the attention back to himself and his hosts. "When do you plan on beginning Angel's therapy?"
"As soon as he arrives," Henroin replied, taking a final sip of his drink before setting the empty glass down on the table next to his chair.
"Really?" Alastor asked springing to his feet excitedly. "Does that mean you have all the accommodations together already?"
"Yep, the builders finished just today," Henroin said getting to his feet. "Would you and your girl like to see it?"
"No," Vaggie said getting to her feet and attempting to walk towards the front door. "I think we should..."
Snatch.
"We'd love to see the accommodations," Alastor practically sang out as he pulled Vaggie back into his arms.
"Alright, then," Henroin said nodding gesturing his head towards Arackniss. "You have the keys, Arackniss?"
"Yeah," Arackniss said, literally hopping to his feet and walking in front of the group. "This way..."
Henroin followed him with Alastor and Vaggie following right behind.
Vaggie tried pulling away and even suggesting that she could wait in the car but Alastor simply dismissed her words and kept pulling her along.
After walking to the back of the house through the large dining room and into the hallway right before they reached the kitchen, the group finally made it to a large metal door of stainless steel.
"Here we are," Arackniss said sliding open the lock to the basement door. "We used to use the basement for interrogations and ransoms, but we decided to make it the place for Anthony's therapy. Dr. Red thought the area needed to be spruced up to be more therapeutic, so we decided to let him renovate. They got done renovating the room today."
The large door swung open. Arackniss flicked on the light switch and gestured for his father and the unhappy couple to follow behind him.
Henroin and Arackniss walked down the stairs against the wall first followed by Alastor and Vaggie.
The stone stairs echoed as the group made their way down to the basement below.
Vaggie looked around to get a view of Angel's new prison.
The basement was laid out like an apartment.
The basement walls were painted clinically white and the floor was covered in dark hardwood. The ceiling above was lit with fluorescent lights.
In front of where the stairs ended was a door leading to a bedroom and an open door next to it revealed a white-tiled, porcelain bathroom with two doors connecting it to the bedroom and to the rest of the basement. On the other side of those doors, there was a kitchenette area with all the normal appliances that looked quite pleasant. There was even a narrow basement window to let some light in.
On the other side of the basement, there was a fainting couch with off-white fabric and a brown leather chair sitting right next to it, both sitting on top of a navy-blue rug. The area looked cozy enough to sit and relax in.
Back against the stairs were a washer and dryer followed by a storage closet of some kind sitting to the left of them.
At first glance, the room looked nice enough to be a decently-price separate apartment, but unfortunately, Vaggie had to take a second look.
In the middle of the basement was a chair with straps and a car battery sitting next to it on a cart with pliers connecting to some head gear with a bit for the teeth, a makeshift electric shock machine straight from the days of old. Sitting on top of the machine was an ice pick and a chisel for carrying out a lobotomy.
Vaggie began shaking in both rage and fear. She couldn't believe that all this had come together in less than a week. How long had Alastor been planning this?
Henroin's smile turned into a grin and he asked, "So, what do you think, Alastor? Is this to your satisfaction?"
Vaggie could see Alastor's smile grow wider in a sadistic smile, imagining all the torture that would be carried out on Angel, before he finally said, "Henroin, my good man, this is absolutely marvelous. Your renovators did a fantastic job. Is that room there where Angel will be sleeping?"
"Yes," Arackniss replied as he opened the door to the room at the bottom of the stairs and flicked on the light switch. "This room required the most work. This is where Dr. Red said Anthony should sleep."
Alastor and Vaggie looked into the room and beheld a white-padded room cooled with a vent pumping air into the room and lit with another narrow window and fluorescent lighting. The room was bare except for the long single bed in the center of the room with leather cuffs meant to restrain Angel's arms and legs while he slept.
"Oh, Henroin, this is wonderful!" Alastor gushed. "This looks exactly like a room from an asylum back in the day!"
"That's the idea," Arackniss said with his lips curling into a smirk as he walked into the room and picked up some clothes off the bed. "And this will be Anthony's uniform..."
"Uniform?" Alastor asked bemusedly. "You mean, your brother won't be wearing his normal clothes?"
"No son of mine is dressing like a fucking fruitcake," Henroin scoffed.
"Dr. Red recommended it," Arackniss said showing Alastor and Vaggie the plain gray, long-sleeved shirt, the gray slacks, and gray loafers. "Neither of us think Anthony will like it, but I think he'll learn to appreciate it in time."
"Fat chance," Vaggie muttered out under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Arackniss replied raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, dear," Alastor goaded. "Please do speak up if you have something to say."
"How could you treat Angel like this?!" Vaggie snapped, pushing Alastor off her and getting right into Henroin's face. "He's your son and your brother! But you're going to lock him away to be tortured!"
"Only until he cooperates, dear," Henroin said with a scoff. "We don't just want to keep my son locked away for all eternity. We want to restore him as a member of the family. If Anthony decides to submit and do what we want, he'll start getting privileges back..."
"And if he doesn't?" Vaggie snarled.
Henroin walked over to the chair, picked up the ice pick, and said, "This will go straight into his brain."
Vaggie glared angrily until she remembered something very important and her features relaxed back into a smirk.
"That isn't going to work," Vaggie replied calmly.
"What do ya mean?" Henroin asked.
"Angel's a demon," Vaggie explained. "The brain you remove will grow back no matter how many times you remove it. You're wasting your time."
Henroin smirked back and said, "Not with this one, sweetheart. Look closely."
Vaggie looked at the ice pick more closely, and sure enough, it was the same kind of metal used in exterminator weapons.
Vaggie gasped and backed up in horror until her back hit the stairs before she stammered out in almost a whisper, "W-why? Why are you doing this? Angel will be useless if you lobotomize him. He'll only be a shell of who he was. You might as well send him to the void. He wouldn't ever be the same."
Vaggie thought she saw Arackniss shrink back for a second as if he were thinking and hesitating, but before anything could come of it, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "It won't come to that, doll. We won't let it. Even if it did, we'd keep him comfortable. It'd be for the best."
Vaggie couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Vaggie shook in fury and in rage and shrieked, "PUTAS! YOU SONS OF WHORES! I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
Vaggie ran for Henroin and Arackniss, but Alastor came up behind her, held her arms back, and began dragging her towards the stairs.
"I think it's time for us to go," Alastor said before Vaggie somehow managed to get worm her way out of his grip.
"Tell me the truth," Vaggie demanded Henroin and Arackniss. "You never outbid Valentino. You never even wanted to take Angel back. What is Alastor giving you to do all this?"
"Lots and lots of territory," Alastor answered with a flourish before returning his voice to an unsettling normal tone. "But you ought to know, Vaggie, that the Spider Family did win the bid for Angel. You see, my bid wasn't for money. It was for who could make Angel the most miserable in exchange for territory."
Vaggie couldn't find the words to speak as she shook angrily at the Radio Demon in front of her, so instead, she pushed past Alastor and ran up the stairs to get out of the basement.
With a side movement of his finger, Alastor locked the door so that when Vaggie tried the handle it wouldn't budge.
Vaggie turned around just as Alastor reached the bottom of the stairs and asked, "How long have you been planning this?"
"Only since Angel tried to take what was mine," Alastor explained with a demented smile as he began climbing the stairs. "I wasn't going to originally settle for Angel's family. I met with others who I thought would want him for some reason or another. There were some good candidates. Cherri Bomb was willing to do anything to save her friend. She begged, pleaded and she even wanted to give me some territory. All just to save her friend. There are things I could have used her skills for, but I decided against her because I knew she would let him go. Rosie and others wanted him for pleasure, but I had to decide against them. Angel would have enjoyed that far too much. Sir Pentious wanted to burn him alive. Valentino was desperate to get his number one star back. The Spider Family just wanted the territory. They made it to the top three. Sir Pentious was willing to give me multiple weapons but I decided against him mostly because burning would have been too easy. Valentino was the next obvious choice. He wanted to get Angel back and lock him away in the studio for all eternity as punishment for running away from him and trying to get out of his contract, but I know Valentino has a soft spot for that lout. Even if he locked Angel away and worked him like a pack mule like he said he would, Valentino would have made his life too bearable. I wanted that bluenose to be trapped in a world where he would never be happy even for a moment. So, when Angel's family told me what they were planning, I just couldn't say no."
"Then why would you set up the auction?!" Vaggie asked with narrowed eyes that angrily glared right into Alastor's. "What was the point?"
"Simple dearest," Alastor chuckled darkly with a sadistic smile as he leaned his head down until he was looking directly into Vaggie's eyes. "Just to watch his hope fade and die. To break and crush him to nothing like the scum..."
PUNCH!
Vaggie punched Alastor square in the jaw. Every fiber of her being was pulsating in fury as the angry tears began falling from her eyes.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING BASTARD!" Vaggie shrieked. "I HATE YOU!"
Alastor straightened up, took Vaggie's hand in his, held it against his cheek, and said, "You don't now, but you'll grow to love me in time."
"Bastardos menos hijos de putas!" Vaggie yelled in Spanish.
"What the hell does that mean?" Henroin interrupted.
"YOU BASTARD SONS OF WHORES!" Vaggie shrieked as she attempted to bold past Alastor to attack Henroin and Arackniss. "I'LL KILL YOU! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU! I WON'T LET YOU HURT ANGEL!"
Unfortunately, Alastor grabbed onto Vaggie and held her back as she strained and kicked and screamed and writhed desperately while the tears continued falling down her face.
Alastor used his tentacles to open the door, ignored Vaggie's thrashing, walked back into the hallway, and said, "I need to take my bride home, gentlemen. Thank you for having us."
"You're welcome," Arackniss answered, him and his father climbing up the stairs behind them. "Please have Anthony ready to go so that we can take him home after the real auction is over."
"Of course," Alastor said with a smile in his voice as he picked Vaggie up off her feet so that her feet were kicking the air instead of at his shins while he walked down the hallway back to the house's entrance. "I'll see you both tomorrow. Please feel free to bring another guest if you feel so inclined. We'll have plenty of food."
"Will do," Henroin said with a smile flicking off the basement lights as he waved to Alastor from the basement's doorway while his eldest son lit a cigarette next to him. "See you tomorrow."
Alastor was eerily silent as he dragged Vaggie kicking and screaming through the house and back to the car. All the while, Vaggie was screaming with rage, tears dripping down her eyes.
Once they finally got to the car, Alastor pushed Vaggie into the car before climbing behind her and driving off without saying a word.