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Angel

"Come here, my dear," whispers Valentino, red smoke curling from his lips. "No need to hide." 

He stalks through my dressing room, looking through every crack. I tremble with fear, knowing if he catches me, the results won't be pretty. "Come here, Angie, I just want to talk," He purrs, chains jangling. 

He takes another pull of smoke, blowing it over the room. Are you kidding me?! He's never smoked in here, but now the smell will get into everything! Some of the red eddies drift over to me, swirling and shimmering in the low light. The smoke surrounds me, filling my lungs as I breathe. 

Maybe he just wants to talk. 

I get up from my hiding place and walk out of the shadows. "I'm here," I whisper. He whips around. "Ah, my little spider," he coos. "I have something for you." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a pack of his cigarettes.

"Here. I had them flavored for you," he says, pressing them into my hands. I take them, turning the package in my hands. I go to open it, but he stops me. "Ah ah ah! One condition, sugar. You have to wear this." 

He pulls out a heavy gold chain collar with an actual lock that connects the ends. 

Something inside me stirs. Do NOT put that on, it says ferociously. Val takes another pull and exhales. I swat his hand, smoke wavering around my head. "Stop smoking those in here! The smell will sink into everything and.... And..." I struggle to remember what I was saying. 

Don't put the collar on, the voice insists, but it's growing weaker. 

I reach for the collar. 

What? This isn't what happened- 

Val wants to put it on me. He closes the collar around my neck and locks the lock. 

No! The voice cries. The cigarette smoke settles heavily over me. Valentino grins, as if he just won a great victory. 

"Where's the key?" I ask. "I need to be able to take it off to shower." 

Val chuckles. "There's wiggle room," he says. "And I have the only key. And now, I own you completely." 

I look down at the chain around my neck in alarm. The cloud lifts from my mind. "You just... You just Collared me?!" I say, horrified. He nods, lifting my chin with his finger. "Now, now. You'll get used to the feeling pretty soon. This means I own your soul, you know." 

I pull at it desperately, but the chains are thick and the collar hardly budges, the large, heavy lock resting heavily on my chest. 

"No! No! No!" I cry. "How could you- how could you-" 

I wake up, half strangled by my sheets, sweaty and sobbing. I stumble out of bed, tripping over myself. I snatch the glass of water off my nightstand and hurl it at the wall, seeing demons in every shadow. I shove everything away from me, shaking and screaming and sobbing until my throat is raw. Fat Nuggets wakes up and runs into the bathroom, scared.  

Finally, I sink down into a corner, head in my hands, everything pushed away from me. In my fevered state, the furniture all seems to be looking at me in horror.

I sit in the corner, isolated from everything. 

How fitting.

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