Soundtrack: "Don't Talk About It" by SkyDxddy
Warning ⚠️: SA, non-consensual touching, drugging, hypnosis, non-con, harassment, PTSD, blood, domestic violence (all by Vox and Valentino, Lucifer is a sweetheart 💓)
A/N: This was a random idea I had while scrolling through the traumacore stuff on Pinterest. I did my best to keep everyone in character as much as possible, but no writer is perfect and I am in no way the exception. I will warn you once more, this is some dark shit (but it does have a good somewhat happy ending) so if you don't do well with dark toxic content or can't handle descriptions of abuse or gore, proceed with extreme caution. I have not dealt with SA myself, but I have a addiction to writing dark shit, even though I don't do so often. If you actually enjoy this chapter, be sure to leave a vote and I would really appreciate it if you shared this story too, it really helps my stories reach more people and there.
I luv u guyzzzz,
Kiera ♡
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Seven Years Ago
Alastor was in his room at Vee tower, curled in bed. He didn't like Valentino, he said inappropriate things to him constantly, and he was always touching him, groping him, squeezing him. And Vox never did a damn thing to try and stop it.
He heard his door creak open, and he froze. "What do you want, Valentino?"
"Oh come on. You know why I'm here." Val purred, closing and locking the door behind him. He approached Alastor's bed, placing a single claw under the red head's chin. "I could make you a star, baby. You know, there's a huge market right now for Bucks. I know some pretty boys with a rut kink who would love to party, baby."
"Please, I don't want this..." Alastor whimpered weakly as a plume of pink smoke hit his face. He lay there helplessly, completely defenseless as Val's hands groped, prodded, and squeezed at his body. "Stop, p-please..."
"Shut up, bitch." Val growled, wrapping a hand around Alastor's neck. "We both know you want it. Don't you baby? Oh, you naughty boy. Look at this cock, you're dripping for me, amor..."
Alastor tried to will his limbs to move, to fight back, he tried to get his powers working, but it was useless. His body wouldn't respond to his brain's commands, there was nothing he could do as he felt the now familiar searing pain, physical, mental, and emotional, as this... abomination forced himself on him...
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The next day at breakfast, Alastor took his seat at the table, looking down at the shiny surface with a glint of shame in his eyes. Valentino sat next to him, and Vox was on the other side with his coffee scrolling away on his phone.
"You okay there, Al?" Vox asked, noticing the look on Alastor's face. He looked sick, uncomfortable, and ashamed.
"Oh, he's fine, Voxxy. Just had a little too much fun last night." Valentino insists, an arm slinking around Alastor's waist.
"What do you mean fun?" Vox asks, glaring at Alastor.
"He's a naughty little buck. Aren't you, amor?" Val purred, uncomfortably close to a devastated Alastor. He couldn't do anything, because as he had discovered long ago, his powers didn't work in the Vee's tower.
"Are you serious?" Vox snapped, slamming a fist against the table. "When will you ever learn, you fucking slut?!"
"You think I wanted it, you fucking bastard!?" Alastor finally shouted. "You really fucking think that I enjoy being forced?!"
"I think that you're in denial, you asshole." Vox growled, beyond furious and deep in denial himself. "And to think, I let myself love a whore like you?!"
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