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“Him.”
Valentino was searching for a particular chump in his studio. Him and Velvette were working on a little project that needed a test subject. Normally Val volunteered - he loved getting fucked up by her creations - but this one was…special. Velvette’s warning was enough to make him raise his eyebrows. She almost never gave anything of the sort. She normally shoved the bottle into his hands and told him to do whatever while she took notes.
This one, she was playing a bit with some bodily modifications, trying to make sex an almost need in the imbiber. Velvette had no idea what it would ultimately do. Thus, a ‘volunteer’ was needed.
Velvette’s gaze had settled on the fucker who ran Camera B. A slouchy little Sinner whose only strength was being able to fart on command. He was the back-up if that bitch Angel Dust wouldn’t come in for a certain type of filthy scene. At least, he was pretty sure. They all looked the same after a few decades.
Basically? He was as disposable as the tissues next to Val’s bed.
“Oh ho! That one will do,” Val agreed. He played with the bottle in his lower hands while pinching Velvette’s cheek with a top one. “Now, do I cover him in it or force it down his throat?”
Velvette frowned as she shoved his hand away. “Whatever. I’ll ‘afta do all of ‘em anyway. Do whichever you think would be funniest I guess. None o’ my people’re here.”
“Force feeding it is!” Val gave an air kiss to Velvette’s obvious annoyance before he descended from the viewing balconies and made for the production floor. As a minute earlier, the too-moronic-to-remember-his-name was on standby at the camera. Val walked up to him and crossed his upper arms while his lower arms firmly held the bottle with Velvette’s creation. He pointed, “You.”
The Sinner did a double-take before standing up straight. “Yes, Sir?”
Oh. He was a woman. Which Sinner was she then? He could’ve sworn…
Val shook his head before reapplying the suave smile from a few seconds ago. Would it really matter if it was a bitch or a bastard? Velvette had never specified, and she’d pointed at this masculine-looking woman. If any of this went wrong, it was definitely Velvette’s fault.
“Drink this,” he commanded, shoving the potion into her webbed hands.
She scratched the back of her head as she inanely answered, “I’m not thirsty.”
Val was fighting a scowl, trying to keep his image a little more pristine. Vox would be yelling in his ear if he didn’t at least try. Louder, nastier, he bent down and growled, “Did I ask you if you were thirsty? Pendeja, do not try my patience.” He snapped the entire top of the bottle off and snarled, “Drink. This.”
She chuckled nervously. “I don’t drink booze. It doesn’t agree with my stomach. Now, if you want someo-”
Valentino had had enough. He snapped his arms out, dragging her over to him, before forcing her mouth open and dumping the potion down her throat. She couldn’t swallow the onslaught. A fair chunk of it went on her face and clothes. Val managed not to get any on himself, a testament to his whorish ways of being in violent gangbangs and getting precisely nothing on him. Once the bottle was empty, Val tossed it away and pushed the Sinner a couple of metres away.
As Velvette descended from the balcony, Val twisted around and said, “See? We’ll get more coverage this way.”
Velvette snorted and pushed her braid behind her head. “You fucker! You really think I wanted them mixed together? You had a bloody choice, and neither of them was ‘both’!” She rubbed her head as the Sinner began groaning and leaning over. “This’ll be worthless data. Might as well kill ‘em.”
The Sinner fell to the floor. Giant ears and a fluffy tail began bursting from the Sinner’s flesh, completely in the wrong spots. Valentino quickly agreed with Velvette; if Vox saw this mutated Sinner, he’d start ranting about Alastor and his dumb ears and a tail he hides from everyone.
Valentino pulled out Moneyshot and sent the Sinner to the hell beyond Hell. Her body still convulsed in the manner of a chicken with its head chopped off, fur and teeth appearing across the rest of her flesh. Her violent bleeding was making a mess of his studio. He looked to the nearest Hellborne and snapped, “Why aren’t you cleaning it up? What do I pay you for if not to keep some bitch from bleeding everywhere!”
Instantly his staff went into action. A plastic bag to keep her from bleeding on the floor, the fancy-ass cleaning machine that got blood off of everything it touched, and a trolley to shuffle her body out of the production floor.
As they were working, Val said, “It seems you should have been more specific.”
She gave him the evil eye. “Maybe you shoulda checked that that Sinner was male before shoving her full o’ my potion!”
Ah, so it did make a difference. Grinning, Val asked, “Now what will you do?”
“I need to find another throwaway male,” she replied. “None o’ mine’re male. How much to take three from you? I know ya keep ‘em well-conditioned for the porn. Which ones can you do without?”
Excellent. He was hoping for a bit of a bargain with Velvette. “Firstly, let’s get our hands on the chump I had been looking for…”