Loved by Demons

Plight of the Pornstar

Angel Dust's P.O.V

I fuckin hate my life.

I really do.

I didn't know what to expect after initially dying and ending up here, but I was hoping that being away from Dad would at least make things less miserable for me. But then he came down here as well along with Arackniss and Molly, even though they aren't nearly as bad as him. Yet in my attempts to steer clear from him, I only ended up working for the same person he did.

Valentino, or Val for short.

I shudder in my dressing room just thinking his name, pushing the thoughts away before I begin replaying what he...did to me. Inhaling some cigarette smoke, I get up from the crummy bed I'm sitting on and trudge over to mirror on the nearby dresser. Leaning forward, I stare at myself in the mirror. Not long after I signed up with...him...I had found out that Dad was part of his crew that went after enemies and made examples of them. Not surprising, since that's what he was known to do when he was still alive, but I guess once you're part of the mafia, you're always a part of it, even in death.

I just wanna leave this whole industry and not have to take orders from that selfish, greedy pile of horseshit anymore. I was stupid to sign with him to begin with, believing that the fame would be the answer to my problems. But it only brought more. Now Val doesn't want me to let me go, because I make him the most money out of everyone else that works for him. He demands more and more from me, things that I don't wanna do that he makes me do anyway. It makes me fuckin sick and I'd love nothin more than to burn this cesspool of a studio to the ground with him in it. But that wouldn't ultimately kill him, I'm sure, and the only way I'll ever be free of him is when he's dead a second time.

"Angel!" A voice says from outside my dressing room door, "Val wants to see you in his office!".

"Alright, I'm comin!" I reply, the annoyance more than clear in my voice.

Huffing, I look down at my phone in my hand, hoping that either Cherri or Y/N calls to help take my mind off things. I've been used in pretty much any way imaginable and it makes me feel...sad a lot of the time, like I really am just a pleasure toy for some assholes with enough green in their wallets like Val says. But that's why I love any excuse to get in a fight, it gives me back the excitement and thrill I can't get from anything else. And now Y/N enters the picture and gains my liking the fastest out of any other demon down here. I wonder if he could help me or if he'd want to help me. The kid has no obligation to, but maybe we could do something to get me out of this deal.

I crush the cigarette in my hand and toss it in the trash, exiting the room with a sigh and the thought of just getting this over with. Val doesn't like being kept waiting and I don't want to imagine what he wants to talk to me about. Some say hello as I pass by on my way through the halls, but once I'm out in the main area, it's more people wanting a private dance than a friendly chat. The club is still busy at this hour, customers about with succubi serving up drinks and serving up themselves while Sinnamin is up on stage, upside down, on the pole. I decline those who approach me and push past them, heading for the elevator near the front entrance. Since the club is designed to be one big circular tower and whatnot, all the floors are pretty much the same, though each level has its own unique look to it colorwise.

Going into the elevator, I press the button for the top floor and wait as the elevator rises up. I've been a little on edge lately and I'm wonderin if it's getting to be noticeable. Val doesn't need much of an excuse to mistreat me, since he "owns me", but finding out that I'm in league with my gal pal, who is causing him the most trouble at this point in time, would only give him more reason to be harsher and cruel to me. The elevator then stops and I walk out, Val's secretary, who sits behind a curved desk nearby, nods at my arrival and buzzes me in, allowing me to open the doors to Val's and enter.