Waiting For Things To Get Better - Angeldust Angst

The Dream (Chapter 8) [not canon]

Trigger warnings: abuse, derealization, rape, repetition, manipulation, blood, graphic idealization

DISCLAIMER: this chapter takes place after Angel is nearly fully healed.

Angel shot upright, glancing around his room. Chills ran down his spine as he grabbed his phone, his heart thumping.

He opened his messages, scrolling through the hundreds of texts he'd gotten in under two minutes. He stood up, feeding Nuggs.

He walked into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked like a zombie. He'd been sleeping less since he told Husk he wanted to try being by himself again. He didn't want to be dependent on him.

Angel sighed, washing his face. His phone rang, and he quickly answered it. "Yes, Val?" "Angel! Baby, it's been such a long time since you've been at the studio. Velvet says you're healed up now~"

"Mhm." Angel replied, putting light makeup on. "I was hoping that you'd be willing to come to the studio today. There's clients crawling to fuck you~" Val said, his voice deepening.

Angel let out a soft sigh. "Okay, Val. I'll be there soon." He said quietly. Val purred, "good."

The call ended, and Angel walked out of the bathroom. He changed into a more slutty outfit, spraying perfume on. He lowered himself to the floor to kiss Nuggets before walking out of his room.

It was still dark out when Angel looked out the window, realizing just how early it really was. He sighed, writing a little note and sticking it on the table.

He grabbed a jacket, walking out the door. He put his hood on, rain sprinkling down across the red terrain. Angel kept his head low as he walked around the streets of Pentagram City, avoiding the druggies.

The rain began to pour, causing most sinners to seek shelter. Angel looked up at the red sky, letting out a sigh.

He pushed open the doors to the studio, taking his jacket off. He turned, face to face with Valentino. He flinched, holding his breath. Val ran his hand across Angel's cheek, cupping his face.

Angel rested his hand on Val's wrist, swallowing hard. "It's been too long, Amorcito." Val said, his voice deep. Angel stayed quiet, staring into Val's red eyes.

Val grabbed Angel's wrist, dragging him further into the studio. Angel let out a breath, following quickly. Val pushed him up against a wall, holding him by the neck.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" "No, Val." Angel replied shakily. "You know who owns you. You can't hide forever. Lucifer's bitch isn't always going to be there." Val growled.

"I did what I had to do. You never listen to me. I hate to hurt you like that. You know it hurts me too. You only listen when I make you."

Angel took a deep breath in, Val tightening his grip around Angel's neck. "You're so gorgeous underneath me." Val said seductively. Angel shuddered, his grip tightening around Vals wrist.

"You don't own me outside of the studio. I can do whatever the fuck I want when I'm not here." "Oh, but I do own you. I technically own your soul everywhere. Legally, I'm supposed to keep it confined to the studio. I don't have to." Val replied, cutting off Angel's airflow.

Angel choked, his claws digging into Valentino's wrist. "You're forgetting who I live with." Angel hissed. Val dug his claws into Angel, squinting. "You're forgetting that I own you~ what can Lucifer do? It's perfectly legal to do anything I want with the souls I own." Val growled.

Angel clawed at his arm, gasping for air. Val threw him to the side, causing him to fall. Angel glared up at him, panting. "What would velvet do if she saw you doing this?" Angel said between breaths.