Angel whimpered again, his eight eyes all on Val, studying him carefuly. His mind trying to come up with an amswer.
"You may own me in this studio! But out dar! I am my own person! The Hotel gave me more then you ever did this past decade!"
Angel please. Stop now.
| × worthless whore.... and were even less than that before 𝑰 fucking found you and gave you a purpose. You exist solely to serve me, or have you so easily forgotten just who you belong to?"
like a worm on a hook. He tries to throw a punch into Val's gut, but apart of him instantly regretted attempting to throw a punch at him in the first place.
The spider gasped as his lungs were closed off, the air leaving him fast as he wriggled. He was trying to fight himself the best he could. Pushing and pulling with all his limbs worth.
But he knew damn well Val was much stronger. Tears swelled in his eyes as he writhed
"Well now.... someone's got their big boy pants on." The moth sneers as his hold upon the arachnid's throat is reinforced, tightening to the point that claws now cruelly sink into the sensitive flesh trapped beneath his powerful grip.
"I'm gonna have so much fun breaking you."
Angel wanted to fight him back. He really did. But the man clearly had the upperhand, and Angel was powerless to attempt to overcome him.
"Not today fucker." He growled.
"I am off work."
"Oh, so 𝒏𝒐𝒘 it's 'please', is it?" A low growl seeps up from the back of his throat as crimson painted claws begin to sink into the soft, delicate flesh trapped beneath the moth's brutish clutches.
"It's 'bout time this whore mouth of yours be put to good use, don't ×
The spider grunted out. Feeling the weight of those claws grip his throat. Panic washing over him.
"Val please." He whined out loud. He knew that this was not going to end well for Angel. It never really did. No matter how much begging or pleading he did.
His breathing was picking up pace. Heart hammering in his ears. Fuck sake!
"I said you don't own me afta hours Val, I work my shift, I get outda da studio and thats it."
That bravery already went by the wayside. His hands were shaking violently now.
Gulped nervously. Eyes looking at Val. Fuck.
"Its after work hours V-Val," He reminded him.
"And thus you cannot keep me here."
His heart was jack hammering in his chest. He knew what was going to happen next.
"Your phone, eh? You've 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 come back for your 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆," a venomous hiss spills from pursed lips.
"And what of me, then, hm? Do I no longer matter to you?"