❤️~Huskerdust~❤️

Ch. 2 A normal day in hell.

                         ⚠️ Abuse ⚠️

Husk was concerned from the sudden movement. He left his stand, still holding his coffee mug. He glided his legs up the stairs to check on Angel. It was like his instincts kicked in every time Angel was hurt or in distress. He stood in front of Angels room, weary eyed. He knocked on the door lightly.

"Ey, you alright in there?"
A worried husk was heard from the other side of the door.

Angel quickly collected himself and opened the door, greeting husk with a smile.
"Of course! Everything's fine."

Husk huffed in annoyance, as he knew he wasn't. He hated liars. He sipped the rest of the coffee, and just rolled his eyes.
"Alright, you just scared me. You walked off very quickly."

"Awh, do you care about m-"

"Don't. Say a word."
Husk interrupted, holding his hand up as a sign to stop talking. He just turned and began to walk away, before hearing angel snicker. He turned back, with a confused look on his face.

"What're you laughin' at?"
He said, before the spider just shook his head no, and closed the door. Husk stood there, confused, until he just shrugged it off and went about his business. His laugh rang in his ears, it was annoying but- amusing? Why did he feel that way?

Meanwhile with angel, angel started getting ready for his shoot with Valentino. He put his usual clothing on, and put his heart-shaped pink sunglasses on, like he did every time he left for Valentino. He escorted himself out of the hotel after mentally preparing himself for what was going to happen, and got into the limousine provided by Valentino. Apparently, Valentino had more than just photoshoots for him to do.

He met Valentino in his dressing room, and was greeted with that same, sly smile that moth always had glued on his face. It was nerve wracking. He began to get ready for his shoot, not even acknowledging the other in his dressing room.
"Angelito~"
He heard the moth call.
Val took a step behind Angel, resting his hand against his shoulder, making Angel automatically tense and turn to face him, taking a few steps back so Val wouldn't be so close.

"Don't touch me."
Angel said, obviously not wanting to play any games with Val.
"I'm here for the shoot and the shoot only. So if you're planning on doing anything, kindly fuck off."

That lit something in Valentinos mind, anger. He picked the spider up by his neck, slamming him to the nearest wall, shattering the dresser mirror beside them. Angel grabbed onto Valentinos hand with his main ones, feeling his body fall weak.
He felt his heart in his chest, his lungs feeling like they're about to pop any second.

"I thought you went to that fucked up tacky hotel to redeem yourself, but every goddamn time you come back to me you're more BITCHY THAN THE LAST TIME."
Valentino screamed, throwing Angel into the couch.
He leaned over the terrified spider, his mouth slipping with many apologies and pleas.
The moth blew his pink drug into the spiders face, Angel accidentally inhaling some.

"And then you bring that slutty BITCH to my studio thinking she'll set you free? You can forget about your break, Angelito."
He said, holding back his anger, because he now had to call off plans with Velvet.
"You are staying, and fucking 20 men today. Twice. Got it?"
Valentino demanded.

"I-"
Angel was going to protest, but Vals eyes narrowed a little, eliciting some sort of fear from angel.

"Yes, Valentino."
Angel said weakly.

"Good boy. Now get ready."
Valentino threw him to his dresser, and then walked out, dialing Velvets number to cancel their plans.

Angel sat in his dressing room, eyes fuzzy and
welling with slight tears. He collected himself before he could even shed one, and put some makeup on around his now bruised neck. He finished changing, and made his way out the dressing room, only to see rows of four, and 5 men in each. He shuddered, as he looked at the bed.
It was going to be a long night.

"Oh, harder daddy~!"
Angel yelled like it was a cry for help. He was halfway done with the shoot. He was lightheaded and just wanted to go home. The feeling of the other's length disgusted him. He felt a discomforted feeling build up in his chest.
The feeling of him getting constantly violated infuriated him. He couldn't handle it anymore.
The feeling grew stronger, and he held back his gag.
He looked at Valentino, who wasn't amused at all. Valentino gave Angel a look to 'hold it in,' but Angel couldn't anymore.
He quickly sat up, and threw up on the bed, the other pulling out in pure disgust, looking to see if he got any throw-up on him, when if anything the throw-up would've gotten on angel.

Valentino clapped and everyone on set left it, leaving Angel, who wheezed and coughed, spitting out the last of his throw-up. Valentino made his way on set and grabbed Angel, taking him to the dressing room.
"I am SICK and TIRED of you. You had ONE job, Angelito, ONE."
Val screamed, hitting the spider in the back, eliciting a cough from Angel.

"Go."
Val demanded.
"But when you get back, you'll take 40, whether you throw up or not."