𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Ragdoll

"Lets go, baby cakes. Daddy has your room packed up for ya." Valentino cooed, holding Angel Dust by his ass. Alastor looked at Angel. "Okay, daddy.." He softly said, looking at Alastor.

He betrayed him.

Alastor gave Angel to Valentino after promising to never to that.

The love of his life betrayed him for Mimzy.

Alastor wanted to run to Angel and save him, but he couldn't.

"Goodnight, angie." Valentino said before driving a razor sharp knife through Angel Dusts chest.

"ANGEL!!"

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Alastor woke up in cold sweat. It was another nightmare. He looked at his sleeping beauty, his smile dropped as he remembered what happened. "Al, whatcha doin?" Mimzy asked as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Not now, Mimzy."

"Stop thinking about the slut. He's probably happier with Valentino."

"I'd prefer if you didn't call him that."
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Angel screamed in pain, his body sore and bloody. "This is what happens when you misbehave." Valentino said as he took his cigarette and put it on Angels eye, dabbing ashes into it.

Angel cried out, tears forming and body aching.

He couldn't handle it, his mind snapped.

He snapped.

Angel took one of Valentinos daggers from his coat and shoved it into his chest, piercing the dagger through his skin. Valentino fell back, bleeding and grunting.

Angel panted heavily. Shaking and crying.

He wanted to be back with Alastor. Back with the hazbins.

But he was a ragdoll to them.

They used him.

Alastor used him.

He had no where to go. Why did he stab Valentino? He's the only person who will give Angel shelter.

"I- I'm sorry, daddy. The drugs got me a bit too high.." he lied as he walked to his pimp, he grabbed his discarded shirt and applied pressure to the moths wound.

"Your fuckin' dead tonight." The moth hissed in pain.

Angel nodded, already aware of his punishment.
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Charlie sat on the couch in the hotel lobby. Ever since Valentino stole Angel away, the hotel was plain. Quiet.

Broken.

It lacked the scent of Vanilla that always made Alastor genuinely smile.

It lacked the joyfulness Angel always created.

"Mimzy, for the eighth time. I do not want to go out!" Alastor yelled as he walked downstairs. Mimzy rolled her eyes, "We are married, Alastor!"

"I wish we weren't." He muttered, thinking of his lovely Angel in a wedding dress. But that thought was rudely interrupted.

"Jesus christ." Mimzy whined as she walked out of the hotel. Alastor sat beside Charlie, putting his face in his hands.

He hasn't smiled since Angel left.

He didn't even try to.

"You miss him." Charlie stated. Alastor nodded.

"I can't believe I gave him away.. I feel so fucking stupid. I feel like I broke him." Alastor said softly. Alastor had his hair in a ponytail. Angel loved to style his boyfriends hair all the time.

Especially a ponytail.

"Ya look so cute like that, babe!"

"I love playin' with ya hair! Can I style it?"

"Can I braid it? Please, Al? If ya love me?"

He heard Angel's voice in his head over and over again. Tormenting him.

Making him regret ever meeting Mimzy.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he broke down in front of Charlie. "It's okay.. we'll find a way to get him back.." She softly said as she rubbed Alastors back and hugged him.

"M- my apologies, Charlotte.. I just- I'm-" Alastor felt his heart rate pick up and his chest tighten.

"I- can't breathe." He gasped, clutching his chest.

This was the eighth panic attack that week.

"Hey! It's okay! Just think of what calms you down. Who makes you happy." Charlie said in worry.

Images of Angel's smile and laughter flashed in Alastors mind.

Ya so cute when ya in pajamas, babe!

Come on, ya know ya love me!

Alastor Nicholas LeBlanc, I love ya!

He slowly calmed down and took deep breathes. Charlie rubbed his back soothingly. "I miss him.. I wish I never gave him away."

"Why did you do it?"

"Valentino threatened to kill Angel and destroy the hotel if I didn't. I couldn't let him kill my darling. But I didn't want to give him away either.." he whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes.
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Angel stared at the ceiling, his body on the floor and his mind foggy with drugs.

He was high, injuried, and depressed all over again.

Alastor was the only one one made him conquer his depression.

Now he just wants to kill himself.

"Maybe if I keep doin' drugs, itll kill me and I'll be free." He whispered. "Val wouldn't allow it. He gives me a limit of drugs each day though."

He got up with trembling legs and walked out of the pornstudios, not afraid of the consequences anymore. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to leave the studio.

Suddenly, he arrived at the Hotel.

He was too high to even think as he limped into the Hotel.

Alastors head shot up as he stared at Angels severely injuried body. "Hii.." Angel giggled, waving his hand before holding onto the door handle to support his body.

"I think I need help.. major help." He muttered, the drugs he took were hard shit.

Alastor ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Your- your here."
Angel nodded but his body slowly fell into Alastors arms.

Soon, he lost consciousness from blood loss.