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Angel almost jumped as the door opened and closed behind him, the aroma of pink smoke filling his dressing room.
“Ah, Angel, ravishing as ever.”
Angel stayed silent, securing his clothes and facing away from Valentino
“I do wish you’d stay with us again, instead of in that filthy hotel.”
“I already told ya, Mista Valentino, ya can’t convince me to stay here again.” Angel hoped his boss didn’t notice the wobble in his voice.
“I know, I know,” Angel froze as he felt the moth right behind him. “Luckily, persuasion is not the only method.”
Before Angel processed his words, he was on the ground, Val pushing on his back in just the right way to force out his third set of arms, Angel crying out in pain. He felt all six of his arms being roughly held and tied together.
“W-wait! Val, we can work this out, I promise!” He cried out as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He lost all feeling in his body, and soon, everything was black.
-
Angel woke up a few hours later, his arms, all six of them, and his legs tied to a chair. His vision was slightly blurred, but when it returned he could tell he was in his old room, covered in pink and lined with the stuff he didn’t really like but kept to keep up his persona. Stuffed bunnies, toys he didn’t enjoy, and his old bondage supplies.
Or rather, Valentino’s bondage supplies, that were reserved for Angel.
The sight almost made him sick.
“I see you’re awake.” Valentino’s condescending tone was coming from the corner, where he leaned against the wall and took a long drag of his cigarette.
“Val please-”
“Ah ah ah, when did I give you permission to speak to me?” Oh, Angel thought, we’re doing this again. He wanted to vomit.
“As I was saying, you stay in that filthy hotel far too much. And the more you stay there, the more you have the gal to talk back to me.”
“Val I’m sorry-”
Valentino came over in a flash and slapped him across the face.
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TALKING BACK!?”
“D-don’t…” Angel reluctantly answered, his voice wavering.
“That’s right. Anyways, I’ve decided you are now needed in the studio 24/7. You’ll sleep here, eat here, et cetera.”
Angel’s eyes widened in horror. “No, ya can’t!” He pleaded desperately.
But Valentino summons the collar and chain around Angel’s throat, yanking it harshly, keeping Angel’s chair from falling with his foot. “Yes. I can. Or did you forget? I own you.” Valentino grins, shoving his contract in his face once again. “And if you won’t do what I say outside of the studio, you won’t be outside of the studio. Got it, my sweet Angel?”
Angel hesitated a second, but looked at the absolutely menacing look of Val’s eyes, and quietly stated, “Yes, Valentino…”
“Good. You understand I’ll have to leave you tied up for the night, right? It’s only fair.”
Angel lowered his head. “Yes, Valentino.”
Val chuckles and leaves the room, making sure there was an audible click as the door locked from the outside.
-
Hours later, Angel could guess it was around seven, and they had finished filming at about two in the morning, there were footsteps barely audible outside his door. He moved forward, pulling himself out of his almost-sleep to the sudden realization that his limbs burned against the bonds.
The door was quietly unlocked and opened, as Angel could barely make out the silhouette of Husk, his vision blurry from pain, tiredness, and whatever substances Valentino put him on.
“Husk? The fuck are ya doin’ ere?”
“Saving your ass, it seems.” Husk approaches Angel and takes out his pocket knife, using it to release the bonds on Angel.
“Valentino will be fucken pissed.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Do you?”
“Hell nah.” Angel laughed, even though he knew he’d regret this later.
“Then let’s blow this place.” Husk and Angel laughed together, exiting the studio without anyone giving them a second glance.