Rise of the Vees- A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic

The Seed of Insanity

TW: abuse, SA, BDSM, graphic murder, suicide, probably more, but uh, you get the gist. Before and after any potentially triggering scenes, you'll see the ⚠ symbol. This chapter is NOT for the faint of heart! Here we go... :)

Scenes from the Hazbin Hotel's musical swarmed Orchid's head. It had been a long week and all she wanted was to fall asleep to the sounds of her broken air conditioning, but of course, that wouldn't be happening. Yeah, all the souls at the hotel treated her decently enough, but balancing that and all of Valentino's raging fits got exhausting, for at the end of the day, this cheap-ass apartment building was the only one there to support her.

The bed bugs crawling in and out of the holes in the sheets had heard her cries, comforting her with their soft chirps. The crumbling pillow held countless tears. Her bed kept her stable, though it wobbled as she shuddered in her pain. The rotting walls had felt the wrath of Orchid's rage, from punches being thrown at it to glasses shattering against the peeling paint. The windows were cracked and the curtains were faded, protecting her from the intense weather of Hell. The rats crawling through the hallways and sneaking into her kitchen have heard her vents and listened patiently, just as any good friend should. Though this place was dirty and disgusting it was all she had. 

When Orchid first took up Charlie's offer to perform at her redemption hotel, it was suggested that she was to move in. It was free, clean, had a welcoming staff, and removed the commute. However, she couldn't leave the one home she had. Not only was she emotionally attached to the dingy place, but her landlord also happened to be her boss. 

Valentino owned this apartment complex in the ghettos of Pentagram City. It was a place where you could stay without paying, which explained why it wasn't the best. His only requirements were you had to work for him and suck his dick once a month, which wasn't too hard. If Orchid were to live in another place, he'd be even more pissed than he already was -if that's even possible- but to move into the hotel where his ex-boyfriend and main business competition was? She would be better off dead than to find out what he'd do to her.

No, she would be happy to stay where she was. 

Alone.

Forever. 

Eventually, scenes from Orchid's day stopped playing, and tears began to roll down her soft, chubby cheeks, just as they did every night. Angel had it just as she did, but at least he had people to love and support him. Here, it was just Orchid. 

The tears cleared Orchid's mind, coaxing her into the land of sweet dreams, except her dreams were far sweet- they never were. 

It wasn't so much a dream as it was a memory. It was the July of 1977, in Sinaloa, Mexico. Shouts from gangs rang through the streets just as they always did, but that wasn't nearly as scary as the fact she was married to Valentino Vargas, a charming man with dark secrets. 

He was sexy, oh so sexy, and that's all that had mattered to the young and stupid Orchid Everhart Vargas. Despite her last middle meaning "brave boar", she was as shy as the most delicate doe, which perfectly contrasted with the strong controlling feeling of her husband.  

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They had gotten married at an age much too young before Orchid's mind was strong enough to wipe away her blindness to reveal the painful truth: Val's only intentions in their relationship were to fuck and control her. He took full advantage of the curvy, pale 21-year-old British girl. Their dynamic was a dream in bed, but outside of that? It couldn't have been worse.

Valentino picked out all of her outfits. She was to stay at home at all hours of the day. Orchid was allowed zero contact with anyone from the outside world, not even her family. This was to ensure that she wasn't being disloyal. If Val found out somebody had visited while he was gone, "school was in session". His "school" was to put her in her place and consisted of three steps: physically beat her (the intensity of the beating depended on how badly she defied him, with there being a much worse punishment for a male friend visiting than her aunt dropping off some eggs), then he would pound her against the bedpost as he shoved his salty, creaming dick into her asshole, and lastly, when she was much too exhausted both physically and emotionally to stand up for herself, Val would whisper to her quietly, "Sweetheart, you fucked up badly today. You know what you did, didn't you?" At this, she was to respond, "Sí, Papá." He would say, "You must promise to never do it again. Do you understand, sweetheart?" Once again, she was to say, "Sí, Papá."