Him.. (Val x Reader/oc)

Undeserved.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment—the one Val bought me, it was nice, right above the club—I stripped and threw my clothes on the ground, then with tears still in my eyes and blood dripping down my back, thighs, and chest, ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at the writing. "SLUT" on my back...that one hurt the worse, not because of the word, but because of the fact she cut deeper when writing it. "Bitch, whore, pathetic" all across my thighs. "Fucktoy" on my chest. I had bruises around my neck, my wrist and my ankles, along with rope burn, cigarette burns, bite marks, hickeys whip lashes,—I could go on for hours about every little mark she left on me. But I won't. And I didn't stare for long before turning on the cold water and showering. Trying my best to wash it all away. Then I got dressed in a loose baggy white t-shirt, and a pair of short red shorts I had. I laid in bed and sobbed until I passed out. When I woke up later on, I was less sore, but still exhausted. Still, I ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth and fixed my hair, then put on the outfit from last night and walked down to Val's club. I walked as quickly as possible, it was 4:00 a.m., the pentagram hadn't even risen yet, I heard peoples voices, cars zooming, music, but everything around me was muffled, nearly silent. Finally I reached the club, reaching to open the doors and walk in. Vox stopped me "Oh holy shit..what happened to you?!" He asked, clear concern in his voice. I stared at him, feeling tears wanting to come up, but held them back and said "..C-can I just um...can I just see Val, please?..." He nodded and said "Yea, um sure, just let me get the door for you..I didn't think anyone else was coming in tonight so Val said—" "can I just go in.?" I stated, frustrated with the conversation. "Y'know, yea yea sure, Val's upstairs go go.." I nodded as he opened the doors for me and I hurried to his office, not bothering to look where I was going, or if anyone else was here, just rushing to val. From inside his office, as I approached I heard him speaking "Velvet, how much more of this damn program do I have to watch, before you understand what I'm sayin to you?, I mean shit, it's been runnin for 2 fuckin hours! I don't have the patience to watch this shit-" a young girls voice interrupted "It's a musical papa—" she spoke with attitude. Papa? Maybe it's his daughter? "I do not care if you say "it's a musical" I'm not into all that shit." He groaned and continued "Yall think this is part of hells tumultuous torture? That there ain't never anythin on the damn tv?" The girl giggled, and I opened the door hesitantly, I didn't want to bother him, but I guess he should know that I'm back.... He turned around and looked at me, as did the young girl. I could now she was around 16-17 she was pretty. "Hey there babycakes, how—....The fuck?. Velvet, go on and get out now." "But the musical is nearly—" "Get out!. Now!." She nodded and quickly left the room. The outfit I was wearing visibly showed all the marks she left, except the one on my back, and ankles. "Ohhhh...babycakes, mm...the hell did she do to you...?" His voice was calm, but clearly upset. Did I hear a glint of concern?...maybe...I stayed silent, holding back tears. "Huh...well....I had no idea she was in..to that kind of shit.." he said, his voice getting sharp. "I-I asked her n-not to...I-Im not into—" he cut me off "Oh don't you worry babycakes, she ain't gonna get away with that. She only paid a standard fee. I wasn't kiddin when I said "unless she pays extra for it"...But this, this is fuckin ridiculous.!" His tone was filled with anger, but still soft, slightly soothing. I nodded and sniffled, still holding back tears. "Don't worry baby, daddy'll solve this thing, I'll get y'all a drink, watch some TV y'all wanna.." he grabbed a remote and gestured for me to sit on the couch, which I did, "I..I don't know what channels we got here.." he flipped through, static, news, a commercial about murder, music, he stopped on one, I wasn't paying attention to which. "Y'all just sit down, take it easy, relax while I try and.." he groaned as he spoke "get this fuckin shit sorted out." He handed me a drink and the remote, "they're ya are, get that down you..." he grabbed his phone as I took the drink and began typing "while I call my...friend." His voice was harsh, but not directed towards me. The phone rang, and he looked at me with sorry eyes. "You just wait right here babycakes.." he opened the door and walked out, putting the phone to the side of his head. I sipped the drink, and watched the channel...waiting in agony. I grabbed the remote and turned down the tv, hoping to get a listen at the conversation. "Hey there baby, it's Val here....oh don't you give me that shit. Valentino....you piece of shit. The hell you think you doin, roughin up MY workers like that?!..I don't give a fuck what kind of "deprivations" y'all are into, I have faaar worse than you. But I do, however, take issue that you just paid a standard fee.....My friend, you payed a standard fee to me." I listened patiently, I wish I could hear the other side of the conversation. "Do I need to remind you, what this entails?. It's just drink, dinner, and whatever-what-whatever-" he stumbled over his words, he must be mad. "-the fuck else you did....No, no-o-o, no." He let out one of those angry chuckles through the words. "You did not just fuck them at the end of the night, you did some kind of FUCKIN SADIST MOTHERFUCKIN—...IF YALL WANTED TO DO THAT YOU SHOULDA SAID SOMETIN.!...I woulda got you a far stronger, and far more competent, person." I was strong! I-I was competent! I just want used to that shit!...nonetheless, his yelling echoed through the halls. "......Oh baby, I'm afraid that ain't gonna fly now. Y'all know how our customers don't like "bruised fruit"...What.?...the fuck you just said? No I didn't know about that!"...The door opened and I quickly jolted to look at him, "come here babycakes." I stared at him, but didn't move, my body in shock. "Come. Here." His tone was stern, causing me to quickly get up and walk over, "Tha's right, come here"...I looked at him for a minute then said "Mm..y-yes sir?.." "take off ya fuckin shirt." I looked at him, a dumbfounded look on my face, did he just tell me to take off my shirt? Why? What was he going to do? I shook my head and he quickly responded "Eheh...Did I stutter?. Take off ya fuckin shirt!, NOW." His voice went demonic, as he spoke he hadn't done that to me, it quickly got me to obey, I slid my top off, and turned around. "Oh..fuck. *sigh* yes...well you do realize that I will not be able to put them up for tonight.." I stood there, listening, topless. "No!. They won't be able to dance! Not while they look like a bruised piece of shit!....." Ouch. "Oh...oh..I um...I see...thank you babycakes, you can put ya shirt back on now." He said, quickly walking back out and shutting the door. I hastily grabbed my top and put it on. "Do go on..." his voice echoed through the door, "oh..well that is um...that is a lot of money. Y'all sure y'all are gonna actually pay me?...up until now I would have trusted you, but you only payed the standard fee upfront. So I'm afraid I'm gonna have to insist upon interest. 10%, I'm afraid.....good, I'm glad that we got thangs sorted out, be seein you"... silence and the door opened again, as he walked in and sat his phone down. He let out a groan and then looked at me, an apologetic, maybe even regretful look on his face "I am so very sorry baby, y'all didn't deserve this..." I stared at him, then took a shaky breath and said "y-you um...you actually care?...sir?..." "Well o'course I care about you! I care about the pro- um- y-your he-health!" He said, whilst pouring a drink. He was lying, the way he stumbled over his words, like he was making it up as he went along, but I genuinely didn't care. It had been a long damn time since anyone pretended to care. And even if he did only care about me for profit or as property, or whatever else, he cared about me in some way, and that's all I needed. "You do?..." "of course I do" he said, sipping the drink, and flipping the tv off. "And here I was thinking you were some kind of monster, heh...guess not" He glared at me. "Oh no, I am a monster, of all kinds of depravities down here. But this shit? This is next level sadist motherfuckin'..I don't know what kinda shit this is." I looked down, I know he wasn't shaming me, but... "I mean, look at what she did to ya back..Y'all won't be able to dance tonight, I'm sorry suga, Howeva!" He smiled and sat a one hand on my shoulder gently, then laid one against his own chest. "Daddy's gonna make it up to you, you see, ima take you out, dress you up real nice, and y'all gon' come out to dinner with me." Sure, he's definitely a "monster". His touch made those same butterflies arise in my stomach, and his smile...wow, I mean, it's certainly charming. I smiled. "Really? I could go for pizza, I haven't—he held a finger up to hush me and interrupted "No, no, some place fancy" "I don't have the money for—" Again he interrupted, "My treat." He spoke kindly, and it was a lovely offer. Was it a trick? Some kind of con? "But...why?" I stared at him, searching his face for any sign of trickery or mischief, to no avail. "Because you have been a brave little doll here, and you have been soooo good to me, and my business. So, it's only fair that I be good to you....Don't you thank?" He said, looking down at me and tilting my chin up so my eyes met his. "Yes sir, I-I suppose" I felt myself blush. The overwhelming affection from him was causing my brain to run, and my heart to flutter. I know he's a bad guy, I know. And I know the bad things he's done but..."Tha's good.." I sniffled, tears still falling from eyes, I hadn't cried fully in front of him. "Aweee...Cmere..." he wiped my eyes and then wrapped me in a hug, holding me tight. I haven't had a hug in...I sobbed. I started to cry into his chest as he slowly rubbed my back, speaking softly. "Cmere..shhh...I know, I know...but, you see, you will be doin this kinda shit a lot, so I will expect you to be up and ready in a few days, if..that's ok with you babycakes.?" I knew the answer he wanted, I knew better than to say no. I learned that lesson. I hushed my sobs, wiping my eyes and pulling away slowly. Then, once I could get a word out without my voice breaking or quivering I said "Yes...daddy." He smiled wider, then his eyes glowed a dark red shade,..why? His voice went deep, not demonic, just deeper. "That's good...Y'all are learnin quickly." He chuckled. "Still, you get yallself cleaned up, dress up real nice baby, and tonight, we'll go some place nice. How's that sound?" He lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. "Good, that um...that sounds very nice, Val..." "good. Y'all take as much time as y'all want. Ok?" The way he was speaking to me, at least right now, it seemed so full of care, and it was kind, like he meant what he said. "Ok.." I said, smiling slightly and wiping my tear-stained face. "Aight then, I'll see you in a bit then sug, take ya time baby, come back here when ya all finished." He kissed my cheek and I felt myself turn red with blush. I stumbled over my words until I finally managed a weak "Ok, t-thank you sir" and he chuckled again, then nodded and said "Y'all deserve it baby, go on now, I ain't got all night" I nodded and left the room, going back to my apartment. I couldn't wait for tonight.

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A/N: finally done with this chapter! The next chapter is going to be 👀 pretty ~spicy~ 👀 so be on the look for that one loves. <3 ok! That's all :)