Wicked or Heavenly? {A Hazbin hotel Fanfiction}

Suffering

I breathe hard, laying on the floor of my cell, fiddling with my handcuffs.  
Note for the future: I would die before I let any one of Valentino's staff touch me again.
And if Valentino touched me one more time, I would kill myself.
I felt dirty just sitting there. 
Luckily I had never actually set a foot on set, I had caused way to much chaos for that. 
But.... 
I won't continue because it will make both you and I uncomfortable. 
I thought about Dad. 
I thought about Mom. 
I thought about Neo.
I thought about Molly and Nina. 
Hell, I even thought about Evan, and how much I would rather be with him at his worse than here. (AND THATS SAYING A LOT)
I sniffed, why was it me? 
Why was I here? 
Vax walked into the room. "Okay, so, How was Val?" 
I silently glared at him. 
He rolled his eyes. "Silent? Really? Do you know how much less you would have to go through if you just talked for once?"
  "Not that much, I'd just be giving you the satisfaction of having me beg, you'll do all the things to me even if I talked." I growled, my ears going back. 
He tapped the pen he was holding to his screen. "I really don't like that attitude, I don't know about you, but it's getting really old." 
I sneered. "What 'attitude'?"
Vox sighed, crossing his arms. "The attitude that you are in control, that you have an actual choice in what goes down here." 
He vanished and appeared in front of me. "Because you don't." 
Vox walked circles around me, fiddling with the fluff of fur at the end of my ears. "You really don't understand what situation your in do you?"
I stood absolutely still, not even daring to breath.  
He cackled and kicked the back of my legs, forcing me to my knees. 
I stoned my expression and stared at the floor, trying not to panic. 
Vox slowly walked in front of me. "Look at me." 
Doing my best not to tremble, I said. "No."
He grabbed my chin, wrenching my head to look at him. "You. Just you. You have ruined my whole life since you were born. Did you even know that?" he started shaking with laughter. "You really don't get how much I am going to make this hurt, do you?" He smiled. 
When I looked in his eyes, his angry red glitching eyes, I saw not a sane man. 
But a man who was going insane. 
Vox laughed and picked me up by the chain that stretched between my handcuffs. "Now, let's see if we can't get rid of that attitude, huh?" 
I kicked but it did nothing when he hung the chain on a hook in the ceiling. 
My feet dangled a whole two feet off the floor. 
  "Well, let's see how you do here!" He smirked and teleported out of the cell, walking towards the door. 
  "Vox! Vox wait!" I cried. 
I could already feel the metal cutting into my skin. 
He just chuckled as I continued to scream at him. 
  "Do not leave me here! Come back! No! No wait! VOX!" 
And the lights shut off. 
Tears started running down my face. 
The cold metal was biting into my wrists, as one single drip of blood leaked through the metal cuffs and dripped down my arm. 
This was only one minute, and I had an entire night left to go... 
I had already knew that I was in hell, but now? 
Now, now I was in hell. 
 

I dropped to the floor, groaning. 
Vox looked down at me, grinning. "So, are you ready to listen?" 
I slowly looked up at him, ignoring the pain in my hands. "Y-yes Vox." 
He crossed his arm. "That is so much better! Don't you think?" 
I stood on hands and knees, shaking. "Yes V-vox." 
Vox grabbed my face, running a hand over my jawline. "Good, now! I have meetings to be going to, so I expect you will behave?"
I could fell the tip of his finger stabbing into my skin. "Y-Yes Vox." 
He leg my face go and stood up. "Well then, good day!" 
And he disappeared. 
I hugged my hands to myself and started shaking. 
All I could remember about last night? 
Pain. 
Agony. 
Coldness. 
Suffering. 
Loneliness. 
I silently whimpered and pulled my legs to myself, curling in a ball on the floor. 
My wrists were a raw bloody mess. 
I winced and started crying. 
This wasn't it, right? 
This wasn't the end? 
Dad would find me, he would find me and I would get out of here. 
Maybe..?

A week later, I coughed blood onto the floor. 
Ah shit. 
It hurt to move, from my daily visits from Vox and Valentino. 
My legs hurt, my knees hurt to bend, my back was in blood and strips of dead skin right now, and my shoulder was still burning from when Vox decided that a branding iron sounded fun.
I had learned to be perfect. 
Yes, I was hurt every day, but, If I didn't do anything wrong, I wouldn't get all the extra beatings and torture. 
The door burst open and I quickly wiped the blood off the floor with my sleeve. 
I knelt with my head down, ears back. 
That was how it went. 
Vox teleported into the cell, grabbing my throat and pinning me to the wall. "So what's this about escape I heard from the staff?" 
I clawed at his hand. "N-nothing! N-ever! I-I would never." 
He dropped me to the ground. "Never?" 
I backed up quickly. "N-no V-vox." 
He took an angry step forwards. "Do you really expect me to believe you?" 
I shook my head violently. "No! No I don't!" 
Vox tilted his head. "So quickly to say no, you think you can just lie to me so smoothly?!" 
I backed into the wall. "No- no Vox wait!" 
He grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me only and inch away from his face. "You will never escape here, do you understand? Never." 
I nodded, tears running down my face. "Yes, Vox." 
  "And when I say, stay here, you will stay here!" 
  "Y-Yes Vox." 
He smirked. "Good." he purred. 
  "Now, to teach you a lesson," he whipped out a short dagger, stabbing it through my ear.
I bit back my screams as he opened the door to the cell and stepped out, waving his hand, making the door disappear.
I could feel the warm blood dripping onto my head from my ear. 
I finally let out all my screams and cry's after he left, filling the room with the sound of agony and pain. 
Someday... 
Someday seemed like a long time to wait for rescue, especially now.