Selena scanned Angel's memories and thoughts before they left the hotel. When he had asked why, she replied that perhaps she would have to take his form. And that could be disastrous if she didn't play the part right. She had a feeling this would come in handy later. She strode down the hallway to Angel's studio room. She looked around his room. She didn't find much other than answers to his personality. It was now that she shifted. She took on the image of Angel Dust. She cleared her throat and felt his timbre settle in her throat. In V, there were now two Angel Dusts. She walked down the hall and explored the fifth floor. She saw nothing, but an imp and a tiny fox demon preparing for a party for the night. According to their conversation.

She went up a few floors and jostled a few doors and found nothing. It seemed her being Angel Dust gave her access to almost everything like she hoped it would. She scaled her way further up the building and explored the depths of V. The shadow she sent to scout returned to her feet. She was told there were some people on the second to last floor. When she hit the second to last floor she hid in the shadows because she heard voices. As she approached, she heard them say, "Well, now that we've got Angel here, I plan to make his life miserable. He won't be allowed back at that hotel. As a matter of fact, I'll see to it that he wants to stay here. He brought in a pretty little piece. He is so soft. Threatening her will keep him here without a doubt. If it doesn't I can always make an example of that silver haired chick from the hotel."

"But she took out Asmodeus."

"She must've taken him off guard. It looked fair, but that doesn't mean it was. I have a feeling that Angie cakes will do anything to protect her. Besides, Angel is currently receiving his punishment from before. He hates working for hours on end without water. It's not enough, but it's a start. I plan to make him suffer a fate worse than second death."

She heard them come her way so she asked the shadow at her feet to help her meld into the shadows. It did. It covered her and pulled her into the wall. "Val, I don't really think we should piss off the silver haired woman. I have a feeling it'll get us into too much trouble."

Vox and Valentino came into view as they walked down the hall. Vox had shut the door behind them. Valentino turned around and slapped Vox in the face, cracking a small portion of his screen. "Stop being a bitch. If I wanted to hear this, I would talk to a security guard. Satan. You're pathetic." Vox looked forlorn. They passed Selena down the hall and continued on. She sneaked her way down the hall behind them, careful to not reveal her presence. They went up in the elevator. She thought now would be a good time to return to Angel. She got in the elevator and headed down to the fifth floor. Once she hit the fifth floor, she shifted back into the form she chose for today. Her shorter red hair hit her face as it fell into its frame. She made it back and found Angel looking weary and on a break.

"Heya, toots. Find anything interesting?" Angel shook from exhaustion.

"Just that they plan something worse to do to you." Selena grabbed his face. "Be careful." Angel's eyes held a glimpse of fear before returning to his playful gaze.

"Ain't gonna be nothin' that ain't happen' before." He sighed.

"What happened to you?" Selena let go of his face. "You're trembling like a leaf in the wind." She pet his arm. He sighed again.

"Just some hard handlin' and relentless shooting. Nothing I ain't endured before." He waved away his troubles. The break he was on ended, and he got back on to shooting. He was on a different set this time around. Apparently they finished the first shots they had intended. Selena very quickly got to see what he was enduring. He was being manhandled by the men on set. He never said a word. He just let it happen. It wasn't like his usual devil-may-care attitude. At the hotel, he would tell people to fuck off. Or give some witty retort. But he seemed too tired to fight back. She heard one of them mutter to Angel, "Whatever Valentino says goes." Or something of the like. He then watched the porn actor slap Angel. She reared for a fight but had to remember to hold her cards close.

She hated it. Angel was suffering, and for the sake of dissolving his contract, she was forced to do nothing. Nothing, but watch as he was tormented. They rammed into him. Beat him. Tore his body in ways she couldn't imagine, and Angel just pretended to like it. She could see the silent screams in his eyes though. It was enough to ground her.

"So how ya likin' it, Abby baby? Still something you wanna do?" Valentino had sneaked up behind her! She jumped and let out a tiny squeak. Shadow, why didn't you warn her? Valentino laughed and whispered in her ear, "You're so cute." He breathed in her face. The smell of his breath was so minty. Like he had just popped a breath mint.

"They seem a little rough. I think I'm too delicate for this job." She sighed. The first truth she spoke to Valentino. Maybe not the delicate part, but she felt like this was too much.

"Don'tchu worry about that. This is part of Angel's punishment. Plus hardcore porn like this makes big money. We can work you into this if you eventually decide to do it. Or we can make it fake for you, sugar." He ran his hand through her hair and across her ear. He pet her for a moment. Almost thoughtfully. "We could start you off with simple things and let you gauge how much you want to go up." Just what was this bastard thinking? "How about we get out of here? So we can talk more? Less…" he mulled over the next word. "Quietly." He put his hand on the small of her back and directed her towards the hallway.

Her instincts screamed at her to not go. To stay by Angel Dust. But she found herself smiling and went with him. They went to the elevator. She felt the shadow on her feet tug her ferociously. She kicked it off and continued. She followed him all the way up into his "private" office. He closed and locked the door behind her. "Let's see, baby, what you're capable of."