Chapter Rating: Mature (Explicit in future chapters)
Warnings: Abuse, Kidnapping Attempt, Non-Consensual Touching
The walk to Valentino's office… or… headquarters… or lair… or whatever you wanted to call it was uncomfortable at best. Angel guided you through the streets of Hell, making sure to deviate from the main roads by taking back alleys and seedy shortcuts to ensure that you remained unnoticed by Hell's residents. You were afraid to ask how he knew about the obscure alternate routes, but considering his profession, you supposed that he would be well-versed in that sort of thing.
"Listen, toots. If anyone asks, I didn't set this up. Got it?" the spider demon urged, hustling down the alley.
"Why would that matter?"
"Because!" he snapped, slowing down so that you could keep up with his long legs. "I don't wanna be the one who catches shit when the little princess realizes you snuck out right from under her nose. And I especially don't wanna take the blame when Smiles discovers you're gone."
"What difference does it make if Alastor finds out?" you asked, perplexed. "I mean, I can understand Charlie. She's giving you free housing, and you're already on thin ice with Vaggie, but Alastor doesn't have anything to do with you being there."
He cackled maliciously. "Babe, you really are too much. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Smiles is obsessed with you. If he finds out that I took you to Big Vee, someone he's not too fond of, I might add, he'll probably eat me - and not in the way I'd like him to," he added, grinning seductively.
Much to your horror, you then began approaching a building with the words Porn Studios plastered on the front in bright red letters.
"Val… works in the porn industry?" you inquired, a hint of contempt in your voice.
"It's a thriving business, baby. If you were looking for a 'respectable' establishment, you ain't gonna find one a those in Hell. Get used to it."
The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Valentino ran Hell's gritty underbelly, and if he was in charge of the porn and prostitution industries, surely he was in a place of power.
When you reached the empty lobby inside, Angel motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs. "I'll go an' let him know you're here. Sit tight."
The moment he disappeared through one of the doors, a slight sense of dread fell over you, causing you to stir uncomfortably in your seat, wringing your hands nervously. Did you just make a huge mistake? Should you have put your trust in Angel? Why didn't anyone else mention Valentino as a trusted source before?
It was too much. You shouldn't have gone there. A feeling in your gut was telling you to run and avoid this place at all costs.
Just as you had gotten up to leave, Angel came back through the doors. "He's ready for you, toots. Come on back."
"Angel… I-" you started to protest before he cut you off.
"You wanted answers, didn't chya? He's not known for his patience, babe. Come on, let's go."
Against your better judgement, you followed him back, swallowing thickly and trying to keep your nerves steady.
As you approached a large wooden door, Angel knocked twice before holding the door open for you. Hesitantly, you walked past him into a large office with tacky decor. Risque pictures lined the dark purple walls and a giant furry pink couch sat in the corner. Beneath your feet was a zebra-skin rug, which you were sure had been an inhabitant of Hell at one point.
At the very end of the room was a large and intimidating desk with a tall chair behind it that was faced away from you. Once you were just a few feet away, the chair swiveled, revealing a red-eyed demon adorned with a fancy flush coat and heart-shaped glasses. His outfit made him seem much less sinister than you were sure he probably was.
"Well, what do we have here?" he hissed, cracking a fanged smile. "Angie, when you told me that you were bringing me a living human, you didn't say that she'd be so… delicious."
Angel chuckled awkwardly, brushing past you to stand closer to Valentino.
"Don't be shy, sugar. Come a little closer to Daddy and let me get a good look at you."
Struggling to hide your grimace, you took a few more steps forward. Feeling his eyes scanning your form, you crossed your arms defensively, as if trying to physically hold yourself together.
The demon hummed thoughtfully before he stood up from his chair, gliding smoothly around his desk before he stopped directly in front of you.
Holy shit. He was tall. Even taller than Angel.
Pursing his lips, he circled you, inspecting you like a vulture honing in on its prey. Eventually, he stopped in front of you before demanding, "Sit still for me, sugar."
He then placed a large hand over your chest, not in a sexual way, but as if he was trying to feel your heart. Closing his eyes for a moment, you felt a strange tingling sensation where his hand was only briefly before he pulled it away with a smile plastered on his face.
Stepping away from you, he leaned back on his desk in a casual position before addressing you. "So, my little worker bee here tells me that you're looking for some insight. That right?"
Unable to speak, you nodded your head.
"Walk me through what happened. Give Daddy all the intricate little details, baby. Don't leave anything out."
You wrinkled your nose as his use of the word daddy. It was incredibly off putting and didn't at all appeal to you, but you went along with it anyway.
Clearing your throat, you started to speak, your voice shaking. "W-well… I-I was out shopping with my friends, and I saw a television that was a few decades old… probably from the seventies, at least. The remote control was next to the t.v. I picked it up, turned it on, and suddenly I was being thrust into this place. That's all I can remember."
"Hmm," he hummed aloud, tapping his index finger on his chin. "How very peculiar."
"Whadya thinkin', Val?" Angel Dust pressed, just as intrigued.
"Angie, baby… why don't you run and get Vox. I'm sure he'd be interested to hear this little human's story."
"Y-you sure, boss?" Angel asked, hesitating.
Valentino narrowed his eyes at the spider. "Are you really going to waste my time with stupid questions?"
"But… you said this would be discreet-"
SLAP
Valentino backhanded Angel Dust, causing the spider to stumble back, holding his now tender cheek with a shocked expression on his face.
"Remember your place and do as you're fucking told," the demon snarled, baring his teeth at his inferior. "Now."
Frowning, Angel Dust gave you a subtly apologetic glance before sauntering out of the room, leaving you alone with the pimp.
Even though you were genuinely upset at how Valentino treated Angel, you couldn't bring yourself to act on your anger. When you had lost your cool with Lucifer, it was different because you were surrounded by Charlie and Alastor and you had the luxury of voicing your outrage, as foolish as it may have been. In your current predicament, however, you were utterly alone and at the mercy of Valentino. Clearly, you were out of your league.
"Um," you stammered, practically trembling where you stood and wanting to ease the quiet tension. "Wh-who is Vox?"
"He's an associate of mine," the demon purred. "Something tells me that he'll be able to enlighten us to your little predicament."
"Oh?" you pressed, partially intrigued, partially terrified. "Why do you say that?"
Before he could respond, another voice could be heard approaching. "Really, Val? You're gonna send your whore to fetch me like I'm some kind of bitch who's at your beck and call? You can't just- oh."
The new demon froze as he entered the room and laid eyes on you. The sight of him was just as alarming to you as you had been to him. Rather than a zoomorphic creature, it was like he was a cross between a human and a television set. He was about as tall as Alastor, sporting a striped tuxedo with a black and red striped shirt underneath. His red bowtie prominently stood out in comparison to grey undershirt.
On top of his flat-screen t.v. head, he had a black top hat with sound waves etched into it. His eyes were red with one of them containing black rings around the pupil. His entire appearance was unsettling to say the least.
"And who do we have here?" Vox asked, his tone immediately changing from irritated to seductive.
You hadn't realized that Valentino had moved next to you while you were distracted by Vox's entrance. He entangled one of his fingers into a strand of your hair, twirling it around his lengthy digit, causing you to flinch. "This is the human that we've been hearing about all over the Nine Circles," Val whispered close to your ear. "She has quite an interesting story. Why don't you be a doll and tell my associate here what happened to you, sugar?"
Inhaling a shaky breath, you repeated your story about the television set. As you spoke, Vox's eyes widened in shock as he exchanged glances with Valentino who had a menacing smirk on his face. As you finished your story, Vox had a similar expression to Val as he eyed you hungrily.
"Excuse us for a moment, won't you, baby? Daddy's gotta have a little chat," Val snickered as he pulled Vox aside and stepped into the room adjacent to the one you were in.
You briefly wondered what had happened to Angel Dust until their whispers brought your attention back to them. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped closer to the doorway, listening in on their conversation. It was difficult to make out anything that they were saying, but you caught certain things here and there.
"...didn't think that it would actually work! By the time I heard that there was a human…"
"...exactly what we wanted. What's even better is that she came to us…"
"...not going to go quietly. Her little friends at that rancid hotel…"
"...just do it. We've waited too long for this…"
From what you had heard, you weren't at all liking where this was going. Everything inside of you was telling you to run.
Just as you were looking for an escape, the demons came back into the room with venomous grins on their faces. "Going somewhere?" Vox asked, interpreting your actions.
"I-I need to get back. The others will be looking for me soon, and I-"
"Now, now," Valentino cooed as he towered over you, running a finger down your arm. "You just got here. It would be rude to leave so soon."
All of the courage that you had gathered over your time in hell had immediately dissipated. There was no way that you could overpower two demons. It was clear that you were at their mercy. "Please…" you begged, still looking for an exit. "I was just looking for a way home. I didn't mean-"
"Don't worry, fleshling," Vox soothed with false sweetness as he also caressed your face, giving you unwanted chills. "We're going to get you home. But first… we're going to have a little fun with you."
"W-what do you mean by fun ?" you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer, but trying to buy time until you could come up with a crafty escape.
"Oh, don't you worry, sugar. We're going to take good care of you," the pimp demon purred as he continued to fondle your clothes. "You're ours now."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," a familiar voice interrupted.
Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Never did you think that you would be so relieved to hear that eerie static-filled voice.
Valentino and Vox immediately went rigid, but kept their hands where they were on your body.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me," the Radio Demon continued, emerging from the shadows. His eyes were radiating a crimson glow and his smile was even more malevolent than you had seen it in the past. "If you would, kindly remove your hands from her."
"No one asked you to intervene, Bullwinkle," Vox snapped, tightening his grip.
"What?" Valentino asked, quirking a brow. "Bullwinkle is a fucking moose."
"So what? They both have antlers," Vox countered, shrugging. "Who fucking cares?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would be a fascinating lover's quarrel," Alastor teased, earning a growl from the other demons, "But I really must be on my way."
"No one's stopping you!" Vox pointed out, baring his electric blue teeth. "But you're not taking the fleshling with you."
"If you refuse to relinquish the human to me, I'm afraid I'll have to take a more aggressive approach. I'm sure no one wants that," Alastor remarked, tilting his head mockingly.
"You really want to threaten us?" Valentino questioned with a chuckle, his eyes flashing from behind his heart-shaped glasses. "We'll annihilate you."
"Oh, ho, ho," Alastor laughed, straightening his monocle. "I'm afraid you've got it all wrong. You see, I'm here to ensure that the human remains safe before she is claimed by Lucifer. He has very specific plans for her, and, as I'm sure you can imagine, he won't be thrilled if he finds out his prized possession is being held hostage in this… fine establishment," he sneered at the last part of his statement.
The two demons exchanged worried glances with one another, hesitating before speaking. "Lucifer wants her?" Vox pressed, eyes darting between you and his partner-in-crime.
"That's correct," Alastor replied, not bothering to mask the smug undertone. "I wouldn't want to be the one to tell the King of Hell that his shiny new toy is being soiled by two clueless brutes. Would you?"
"Fuck," Valentino grumbled before gripping your shoulders and thrusting you back into Alastor, where you landed harshly aganst his chest.
Vox glared at Val with disbelief as he stammered, "You're just handing her over?! She's the key-"
"Shut the fuck up, Vox," Valentino snarled, narrowing his eyes and giving him a subtle, unspoken warning. "It's not the last we'll see of her."
Fuming, Vox remained silent as his eyes flashed at Alastor. Valentino then bent down, his eyes boring into yours as he whispered, "We'll see you soon, sugar." Sitting up, his lip curled as he addressed Alastor once more. "Now get out."
With a flick of one of his ears and no other words exchanged, Alastor grabbed your arm and escorted you out, moving so quickly that you had to practically run in order to keep up with him.
"Alastor," you addressed him breathlessly, "Just… wait a minute-"
"Not here, darling," he urged, still moving with urgent haste.
After nearly fifteen minutes of power walking, you had reached the hotel. The moment the door shut behind you in the lobby, you glared at the Radio Demon while struggling to catch your breath. After a few moments of tension, you asked, "Is that really what you think of me? A 'shiny new toy' for Lucifer's entertainment?"
Alastor smirked, twirling his hand and summoning his microphone before leaning on it casually. "No, sweetheart. That's not all I really think of you."
"What the fuck, Alastor," you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. "You're a god damned enigma! Is this how you get your rocks off? You tormented me when I first got here by making not-so-subtle threats and touching me constantly like a weirdo. Then you suddenly became nice and supportive, and after Lucifer, it actually seemed like you were actually going to help me, only to then make it seem like you're just biding time until you can hand me over to him! What's your game?! Is this how you drive your prey crazy before you slaughter them? Why are you such a creepy bastard?! What did I ever do to you to deserve these mind games?!"
Yikes. You didn't mean to let all of that spill out at once, but you couldn't help yourself. Once you started, you couldn't stop. What's worse was that during your rant, Alastor just gawked at you, seemingly unfazed. If anything, he was entertained, which only made you more upset.
After a few seconds of silence and him just staring at you with an amused expression, you emphasized, "Well?! Answer me!"
He then sat up straight, making his microphone disappear into a cloud of smoke before approaching you. Just as you were about to snap at him again, his long arm circled around your waist, pulling you close while cupping your face with his hand, running his thumb along your cheek. Before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours, moving against you in a deep and sensual kiss, making you forget the world around you.