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Valentino turned on the shower with a squeak. He held a hand out to feel the temperature and slowly took off his robe. There were scratches, bruises and bites littered all over his body. Any other time he would have liked it. Any other time it would have been enjoyable. This time was different, however.
-A sinner resembling a tiger fumbled to undo Valentino’s pants, who was just frozen in terror. "Were you always this pathetic? I remember you hitting one of your whores the other day for messing up, where's the attitude now hm?” He positioned himself between his legs.-
He stepped into the shower and instantly warm water cascaded down his body. It felt nice. Valentino wanted to sigh in relief but his voice was too sore from screaming. Of course he couldn't even fight back. No, that was apart of their deal.
-"How about I call your employees in here, hmm? So they can see the sinner who owns their soul, abuses them, even rapes them, being reduced to this pitiful mess. Would you like that?" The tiger murmured as he thrusted roughly into Valentino, who just whimpered in pain. Everything hurt. He just wanted it to stop.-
His legs were shaking, making Val worried he might collapse in the shower. Blood and other fluids flowed down into the drain. Most of the blood was caked on his thighs and ass. He needed to get his scent off of him.
-“God you're tight. For how much of a whore you are, I'd expect you to be a lot looser.” He laughed as he sank his claws deep into Val's thighs and pressed himself close to the moth so he was as deep as he could possibly go inside him. Valentino squirmed uncomfortably underneath him, he could feel the barbs of his member scraping his insides.-
He had never told Velvette, but Vox knew. Back around the time Val had first woken up in hell. He was like any other pathetic sinner, wondering what they did wrong, believing it was unfair they were there. Of course he had to make money somehow.
He had sold his soul before he had yet to fully realize what he had done. Fortunately enough, the sinner who owned him mostly kept to himself and didn't care too much what Val did anymore. Unfortunately no matter what sum of money both Vox and Valentino had offered, he wouldn't give him up.
And what was even more unfortunate was every once and a while he'd come to have sex with Valentino. Val loved sex, but with that certain sinner he hated it. He always wanted to push Val's limits, degrading him, torturing him. The only time Val enjoyed those things was when it was someone else, not him. Okay, that was just him being a hypocrite. But it's true.
Valentino blinked, snapping out of his daze. Right. He needed to get clean. The moth fumbled with his washcloth hanging on the side of the shower and lathered a good amount of soap on it. He scrubbed his body roughly. He needed to get rid of all traces of him. Silent tears fell down his face before he quickly wiped them away.
Vox would sometimes help in the aftermath, but Val always felt so pathetic asking for his help. The tv sinner had better things to do. He could do it himself.
Valentino had scrubbed a particular spot for a few minutes before moving on. He shampooed his mane, which was not looking too great with a large chunk of fur missing from it.
He rinsed himself one last time and turned the shower off. The moth wrapped a towel around himself and got out of the shower. A wave of exhaustion passed over him. Val just wanted to collapse into his bed and stay there for weeks. Unfortunately with the other two it wasn't so easy to just rot in bed.
“Val? Do you have any good eyeshadow I can use? I have a date tonight and I swear someone keeps stealing all mine.” A familiar voice grumbled from outside the bathroom door. Velvette.
Valentino sniffled, drying his face and making sure no visible marks were there before opening the door to peak his head out. “Heyy Vel.” He purred, trying to hide the pain in his voice. “Sorry, I'm in the middle of getting dressed right now. What kind of eyeshadow did you need?”
Velvette stared at him, making Val panic, wondering if she saw right through him when finally she responded. “Mmm, maybe a dark purple. Do you think it would match my outfit?” She gestured to what she was wearing, which was a red and purple dress with no sleeves that looked not too fancy, but not too casual(uhh i cant describe dresses mb).
Valentino nodded, giving a weak smile. “Of course it would, doll. I'll grab it, wait a second.” He closed the door, looking around in his makeup drawer before finally finding what he was looking for. Val opened the door again and handed Velvette the eyeshadow. “Here. Have fun baby.” He purred.
Velvette grabbed the makeup. “Thanks love, I will.” She nodded and quickly scurried away. The moth sighed and slowly shut the door again. He grumbled, putting on a clean outfit. He winced looking at the visible marks on his thighs, which had started bleeding a little. Val opened his cabinet above the sink to look for bandages. Shit. Did he run out? Whatever, he could manage.
Valentino used his towel to dry his mane, then wipe the blood off of his thighs. He exited the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying his face into the pillow. There was a buzz from his phone. Val ignored it only for it to buzz again. And again. He gritted his teeth and blindly grabbed for the phone on the nightstand.
‘I saw Basil at the studio. Was he with you? Val?’ Of course nothing got past Vox, ever. Valentino hesitated, typing then stopping and deleting the message. No. He didn't want to deal with Vox right now. Val turned his phone off and placed it back on the charger.
Valentino wrapped his wings over himself, almost as a sense of comfort. The only comfort he'd have. He wanted to cry, but it was all over now. No use in that. He would just take it out on Angel tomorrow. Like he always does. His eyelids grew heavy and with that he dozed off. Tomorrow would be better.