Slowly stepping closer, looming over him .
Before slowly squatting .
" Was it worth it, Angel ?
Pushing my buttons like the dumb little whore you are ? "
He grabbed the bottle again and simply began pouring the alcohol over Angel's face .
" Here pendejo, helps with pain."
He struggles and squirms against the mothβs grasp as heβs lifted off of the ground near effortlessly, fear replacing that Defiance that had been burning in his gaze.
βG-get thaβ fuck off oβ me!β
His eyes slowly narrow .
" You've been out of the tower too long, Angel . "
With a roll of his eyes, he simply gripped Angel's face and lifted him straight off the ground .
He looks to the side and grabs a bottle of whiskey, bites the top off and starts downing it .
Angel stumbles forward, upper hands barely stopping him from tripping as they press against the mothβs midsection.
βSince yaβ locked me in thaβ fuckinβ tower Val! Since you anβ Vox fuckinβ ruined thaβ ONE good thing βah had goinβ fβ me!β
" Like HELL you are . "
With an outstretched arms, Angel's chains materialized and he yanked them, rather roughly .
" Since when did you get the fucking COJONES to make demands of me, eh !? "
" SHUT THE FUCK UP, GAY BOY .
YOUR DRESSING ROOM IS ALREADY THE BIGGEST ONE . "
Granted, that's so they could install sound-proof walls, and also because the other dressing rooms are small as fuck .
Planning was Vox's thing .
Now that I'm in charge, this shit is stressful .
Velvette keeps telling me I can't say this or that and it pisses me off .
[ He then downs the entire glass in one slow chug ]