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”You're a tough little spider to love
Naughty silks and threads
Oh, I was knocked to the floor
Never tasted as sweet
A poison as you have
You're an urge that can never be cured.
You're a bad little love
And I'm yours”
Thick pink smoke coiled it’s way around Angel’s waist and slowly crept up his body to tickle under his chin and slowly guide him to turn and face Valentino who was sitting on the large couch of the VIP booth of whatever club they were in.
”So trust me, trust me
Darling dear
I'm so sincere
There's no need to fear
Trust me, trust me
Baby
Just like I trust you.”
As the deep pink smoke began slowly pulling him closer to the moth overlord Angel felt his resistance slipping and his feet began to move more willingly making Val give a sharp smile.
”Babe, you're a hard dame to catch
You fight and refuse
Oh, you're a wild little brute
Never tasted as sweet
A poison as you have
You know you can’t hide
You're a bad little love
And you're mine.”
Another step closer and Val’s smile grew more wicked but even as the intoxicating pink smoke invaded his mind Angel didn’t fail to see how the moth kept one hand out of site behind the couch.
”So trust me, trust me
Darling dear
I'm so sincere
There's no need to fear
Trust me, trust me
Baby...
Just like I trust you.”
There was barely two feet between them now and Angel shook off the effects of the thick smoke enough to narrow his eyes at the moth pimp and stop his steps to hold his ground.
“How do I know ya won’t hurt me?”
Val’s smile never fell as he tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes taking in the spider before him in an almost predatory gaze.
“Because, Angel cakes, my empire is dead without you.”
Angel knew it was a lie but the smoke around him doubled and found its way into his lungs pulling him closer as his will to resist broke.
”So don't cry, baby
All dressed in pink
How many kisses do you need?
One for your tummy
One for your cheek
One for the devil inside . . .
Of . . . me.”
The second of clarity that hit Angel like a slap to the face came to little to late as he straddled the pimp’s lap before with a move too fast to see Val’s lips were a breath from his own and a screaming pain emitted from his gut as the warm rush of blood covered his lap, the moth’s hidden hand now visible holding the gold covered handle of a knife firmly lodged in the spider’s stomach.
”So trust me….”
The words were a sickly sweet and hollow echo as pain and the hypnotic smoke finally caused the spider to lose consciousness and slump forward.