Chained.

Chapter one.

The flashing lights of the club shine down on you as you dance, clutching onto the pole.

Your body  swaying  to the music, a hundred eyes looking down on you, feasting on your appearance. 

Smoke, liquor.. these two smells filled the room and gave you the dopamine you so desperately needed. The demons, these..creatures look disgusting as they look at you, the list evident in their eyes, displaying the fact that they are sinners. 

You're dancing in a club full of sinners, in hell. How did it come to this?.. you thought.  By falling off a cliff while partying with some friends. That's how. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. You did nothing with your life, didn't have time to pursue your dreams.

It was all cut short. The big business the millions you wanted to make, it couldn't happen. "Instead, I end up being a cheap whore in hell. Yay." You thought, jumping off the stage.

A tall four armed spider looking demon starts walking your direction, giving you a slight smirk. Slumped over the bar with a drink in hand, you squint your eyes to try and recognize the person.  Oh shit. Your minds still a bit foggy, not being able to think straight.

"Angel dust." You exclaim, smirking as you sit up straight, waving for him to come over. "Y/n! How you doin baby ? Your body was fuckin fire up there by the way ." He winks, grabbing your drink and taking a sip. "Ugh, fuck this is good." He groans. "I need one of these stat." He complains.

"Thanks  hun. You doin good too?" You smirk, admiring how fair and tall this man is. Shame he's gay, he's honestly such a great person, how'd he end up in hell? You thought. "I'm fine, just need a drink" Angel laughs, taking a large sip of his margarita, "I'm free this weekend, and I need to get FUCKED over. Care to join?" You suggest, taking a sip of your drink.

Angel cackles and points the drink at you, smirking "more than you already are?", which makes the both of you topple over with laughter. "Fuck yeah I do!" You respond, getting off your chair and finishing your drink, Angel does the same. "You're one in a million toots, really. This Saturday, hell's district noon. See ya at the hotel baby! " Angel winks before leaving. 

You wink back, turning  around because your shift wasn't done, even though you so desperately wanted to go back to the hotel and watch movies with Charlie and complain about work with Angel. You walk over to the lounge booth, where many demons are sitting, and you notice one is alone, so you take the chance and offer him your service for a bit of extra cash.

He's  small, ugly as fuck, smells like shit, but his expensive watch and suit tell you that he's a good client. Bingo. You think, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around him. 

"Hello Sir. How is your stay going so far?" You say, trying not to scrunch up your face from the horrid smell of flesh and cigarettes coming off of him. God why do rich pricks have to be so disgusting. "Well it's doing better now." The man says, a desperate attempt at flirting. Trying not to roll your eyes you force a smile and press yourself against him, and whispering in his ear.

Time skip.

After a long 15 minutes alone in a room with this man, he finally falls asleep. Leaving you with a dry pussy and a big check. "My tits work every single time.." you smirk, stuffing the cash in your pocket, and noticing the mark he left on your tit, you frown. "It's crazy how none of them know how to fuck.. were they ALL virgins when they died?" 

You complain, picking your clothes off of the floor and putting them on. Picking up one of your heels, you notice the man's wallet on the desk, and you smirk. Taking the opportunity you snatch it, opening and frowning because there wasn't any money in it. He must have used it all on me I guess. You thought, rummaging through the wallet, hoping to find something.

You pull out a business card,  that belongs to the company voxtek. The company run by the vees, very powerful overlords. Why would anyone want to work at this bullshit company anyways.. you think, looking at the business card.

Putting on your heels and Not thinking much of it, you put the business card  in your pocket, leaving the wallet on the ground, pushing the door of the sex room open and walking out the club, wrapping a fur coat around you. Finally I'm done for the night. You groan, heading back to the hotel.