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Vaggie couldn’t believe it.
She’d actually succeeded, and she was so relieved and hopeful that tears started to prick her eye. After so much struggle she was now finally free and had a safe escape out of this prison, her prison.
With the coast clear for only a moment and without any hesitation she stood up on her shaky legs, finding balance within seconds, snuck out as swiftly as possible and dashed away from the giant, dark, luxurious mansion she had been held abducted for the last few weeks, maybe even months. Honestly she had no idea how much time had passed since this nightmare started.
Full determination was filled in her chest and facial features as she breathed heavily through her mouth, refusing to stop until she’d somehow found a way out of this desert-looking wasteland that was a unlocaded place in Hell, at least that’s what THEM explained to her. She vowed to herself that as long as she had air in her lungs and her limbs still attached to her body, she’d find a way back to Pentagram city, back to the hotel, there she’d finally be safe from THEM…
Ofcourse, she has attempted to escape multiple times before now, but this time, she’d finally flee and not get caught like last time….. It didn’t end well for her. She can still remember it, her punishment, how she was locked up in the dark basement for a whole week with barely any light to keep her sane. She can still recall it, the shivering cold, the stone floor, the seemingly eternal darkness and the painful silence.
No! Not this time! This time she would get this right!
´Don’t stop` Was all that was running through Vaggie’s head, it echoed in her mind, ordered her sternly and she commanded.
She refused to stop in her tracks, even when she was out of breath and it felt like her sore lungs were burning up. Her legs were also tired, they begged for her to stop and rest but she didn’t listen to them and just kept going with a glare in her look as the strong, sandy, desert wind swayed her long, shiny locks.
There has to be a way out of here!
Lucifer fucking created this deserty wasteland with a single mansion in it. And he left this place on occasions to get groceries and/or shopping.
She felt pride rise in her chest and a wave of hope splashed her, this would actually work!
She felt strong, she felt brave and she felt free, finally.
Or so she boldly assumed-
”There you are, my love!”
As soon as the familiar, honey-dripping voice reached her ears, Vaggie let a horrified gasp escape her dry throats, momentarily realizing just how thirsty she was as she immediately stopped midway, her shoes digging deep into the red, ashy sand. Vaggie felt stunned, frozen in place as she now knew in an instant that she’d been caught in her act red handed and now there was no point in running away now that he probably had her surrounded.
She didn’t even have time to fully recover or catch her breath from the running or process the situation, before two, arms suddenly slithered around her body and she was pulled into an iron grip to hug, refusing to let the poor girl go.
Vaggie sighed in loathing and disappointment as she recognized the touch immediately, Lucifer. The one that had set the spell over this area so no one outside of it could find it, the one that had built this deserted land and mansion, designed it well so that Vaggie wouldn’t flee.
Lucifer awed at how weak and helpless Vaggie was in his arms, despite how much she struggled and squirmed, she could never defeat a fallen Seraphim. The king of hell was taking full advantage of this rare moment to place his chin on Vaggie’s head, sniffing her hair, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, squeezing her in an even tighter hug.
Vaggie just continued to struggle and trash in his grip, a long whine emitting her lips.
”Ah, ah, ah, Hunny!” Lucifer simply tutted, once more oblivious to Vaggie’s own wants and comfortability as he pressed yet another kiss on her cheek, his lips curling up into a creepy yet enthusiastic smile, reaching his chin bones as he stared down at her deviously. ”It was really stupid of you to run away just like that! I’m the king after all! I see EVERYTHING!”
Just before Vaggie had time to react she froze in place yet again the moment she felt a third hand comb her hair as gently as it could, until she felt its sharp claws rubbing her scalp, even massaging it slightly.
Vaggie gulped, feeling her breathing hitching.
”Darling,” The static, creepy voice of Alastor suddenly spoke up. “-didn’t we talk last time how next time you disobeyed, I wouldn't be so merciful?” He chuckled wickedly at the end of the sentence, making a chill run down Vaggie’s spine as she shivered.
”I think she has forgotten!” Lucifer added as his hands now trailed down to her hip, holding them tightly to keep her in place, his voice becoming obviously more frustrated with the Radio Demons presence.
Before she knew it, Vaggie felt stuck between the two men who were glaring daggers at each other while they held their precious moth so gently, carefully not to cause any marks THIS time at least.
The two demons growled at each other, flashing their sharp teeth, still holding onto Vaggie, neither of them willing to let her go anytime soon.
In the early stage of when Vaggie was first captured here, it didn’t take long for her to take notice of the annoying and petty rivalry between the king of Hell and the Radio demon and how they’d often one up each other to get Vaggie’s affection or attention or both. No matter what.
Suddenly in the corner of her eye, she saw that Angel Dust and Husk soon made their presence noticed, both equally calm but clearly repressing their anger over Vaggie’s sudden bold attempt to flee away from them all.
She snapped her head in their direction and finally managed to toss herself out of Lucifers and Alastors hands, falling to the ground with a loud thud, only for her bridal style to be picked up by Angel Dust who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
”Such a pity toots,” He clicked his tongue playfully while all of his eight eyes glowed deviously. “I wanted to give you more freedom this morning.” He spoke his head, his voice dripping with mockery as he pouted at her. His other free arms then went to squeeze her cheeks tightly, making things clear of who was in control.
”I told you that was a bad idea, legs.” Husk mumbled, shaking his head as he approached the moth girl and cupped her face before he placed his forehead against hers affecionately.
It was extremely rare for Husk to be this affectionate with Vaggie, to reveal his obsessive love for her underneath that hard shell, especially with people around him but in this moment it seemed like it wasn’t his concern.
”Indeed, this certainly proves that she's too restless to let loose.” Angeldust stated as his hands gripped Vaggie’s smaller form even tighter, maneuvering her to lay her head against his chest fluff.
”As much as i hate the idea of punishing her too much; i think it’s necessary for once since it took us a whole hour to find her.” Husk said, his eyes still fixated on his darling moth, cooing down at her and continued to stroke her face as carefully as he could,as if it was made of rare, fragile glass. ”But can we not use the ice-cold chains like last time? It just hurts her.”
”Ah, don’t be like that Gato. Our little Senorita here needs to know her place here and learn to accept her new life here with us.”
Vaggie immediatly recognized the accent of Valentino, and just on cue, the two Overlords, Vox and Valentino showed up, their manner both equally imimating and frightening as they approached the now shivering Vaggie and snatched her out of the spiders arms without a warning, earning a pointed gasp from her.
“Hey!” AngelDust shrieked at the pimp overlord as Vaggie was out of his protective grip.
”Maybe we can use the new electrical ones.” Vox eyes glinted up as he exclaimed his terrifying suggestion of what they should do with their darling.
He fiddled with his clawed hand, emitting electric sparks from it and snapped them in front of Vaggie’s eye, making her squint. ”They’ll paralyze her long enough. It’s VoxTechs newest addiction and double as effective than the original”
”Sounds swell, Amorcito.” Valentino told the TV demon as he used his lower pair of arms to squeeze Vaggie’s ass while his upper caressed her chest. ”Then she’ll see who’s in charge here, and NEVER run away LIKE THAT AGAIN! ”Valentino started with his voice dark, no longer as coddling and friendly as he had just recently portrayed, making Vaggie shake in pure fear of what was coming next.
Only for the last two to show up, Arackniss growling as he marched up to the pimp Overlord. ”Oh shut it Stronzo, you’re just frightening her.”
Valentino merely rolled his eyes just before Sir Pentious appeared out of the shadows, snatching Vaggie by her ankles with his tail so he could hug her with a giddy grin.
”That was really stupid of you to do, Mi Corazon.” Arackniss glared at Vaggie as he walked up to the snake coddling her.
”Couldn’t agree with you more, Nissy. I can make bigger and heavier locks to ensure that she’ll stay locked.” Sir Pentious suggested, his smile not leaving his face as he pressed a light smooch on Vaggie’s cheek.”It’s good to see you safe and sound, pumpkin.”
”Don’t get too clingy with her, noodles.” Angeldust glared daggers at the Victorian snake, his eyes filled with jealousy over how touchy Sir Pentious was with Vaggie.
Sir Pentious just scoffed in response.”I’m just giving her some comfort, unlike you all.”
”You’re just rewarding her disobedience.” Valentino huffed, crossing his arms, not happy with the snakes' affection towards Vaggie either.
”She’s going to get punished either way. Is it so wrong to actually give her just one kiss on the cheek.” Sir Pentious claimed, until it was Arackniss turn to take the moth demon in his small but musculatur arms, suddenly looking at Vaggie with passionate eyes.
Vaggie could only stare down at her feet in disbelief, sorrow and devastation over her current situation, feeling a knot forming in her stomach, all while all the eight men started to either coddle,kiss or scream at her as they discussed what her punishment would be after they’d take her back ”home”.
It felt wrong calling that cold, old-timey mansion her home. It wasn’t. The hotel was her home, her real home. No matter what these men would do or say, that building would never be her home, ever.
She hated them all.
They can all burn in Hell, but they were all already there and it wasn’t them who were suffering by this. Vaggie knew that they loved doing this to her. She knew that they wanted to break her down and mold her into their ideal darling, their lover, or some doll They’d all agreed on sharing or taking turns with. Vaggie was as stubborn as anyone can be but even now, after everything they have put her through and caused her, she was now starting to give up hope in ever escaping her personal Hell, trapped with all of these obsessive and possessive men who all claimed to love her more than anything.
She has failed to escape many times but after this fiasco, They’d definitely give her the longest, most painful, and most insufferable punishment they have ever done on her before…
And if she fought back it would only get worse for her.
Finding no way out of this she decided to let them lead her back to the mansion, face down as she refused to see their wicked faces.
At this rate, what was the fucking point in fighting back?