Not Like the Picture Shows (Hazbin Hotel) -Radiodust-

Chapter 12: Gone

A/N: *see the smut chapter has the most views* you thirsty mother fu-
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When Angel woke up, he saw nothing but darkness. He felt soemthing around his eyes, and soon realized he was blindfolded.

Where the fuck am I? This better not have been one of his client's kinky setups. Angel had stated no more surprise shit- even if he was open to freaky ideas. Somehow though, he had a feeling it wasn't his clients. He had no sessions today, and was enjoying his time with Alastor.

Where is Al?

The spider began to talk aloud, but his words came out muffled.

"Hfewo?!" The idiot who had taken him had put a gag around his face and in his mouth. Obviously this person had sexual experience as his hands were tied almost perfectly, though he couldn't see.

Angel rubbed the material that had him tied.

Silk

Only one other demon made Angel use silk for bondage.

Val-

Angel jumped when he heard the door slam open. He listened as two men whispered, squinting his best to see through the fabric of the blindfold.

Both figures were quite large, both slim. However, one was more Alastor's height, shorter than Angel, and the other taller.

"Lmm mh gho!!" The spider shouted through the gag.

A familiar and not so familiar chuckles filled the room. The ex-pornstar was about to go off until his blindfold was taken off.

A slim, dark demon stood before him. His red eyes glowing along with his aqua colored smile on the screen he had for a face. Beside the overlord stood a taller demon in a red furry coat, a fancy hat matching and finally golden heart sunglasses. He smirked along with the other, his golden tooth catching the dim light.

N..no Angel thought.

"Oh Angel Cakes, you remember Voxxie?"

Angel shifted his attention to the TV man(inside joke). Vox. Of course Angel remembered that bastard, he was as wicked as Valentino.

The taller demon ripped off the gag and Angel groaned.

"Val, what the actual fuck?!"

Valentino laughed along with Vox. The pimp leaned down and cupped Angel's face with one of his hands.

"Oh Angel, baby, this wasn't my doing! Thank Voxxie, if anything." He purred, pulling his hand away harshly.

Vox adjusted his bowtie and gave a low chuckle.

"Valentino and I have a proposition for your deer friend," the screened man cringed at the thought of that sarcastic radio obsessed man.

"However, sadly, the proposition does not benefit you," he laughed again, Valentino leaning on his cane and watching.

"No no, we have big plans for you, slut. If you behave well.." Vox trailed off, giving the floor to Val.

Valentino spun his cane. "If you're a good boy, and stay, maybe daddy will let your old friends play nice with you,"

Angel shuddered at the thought. Val always referred to him as the "baby", the other studio workers as his siblings and the cast- the ungrateful son of bitches who fucked him- as Angel's "friends".