it's a life he hates, but it's the life he deserves and has always been destined for

[aschmoozerandadummy]

By now, Angel's been through the whole what were you thinking, trying to be better than you are, thinking you could be redeemed, Val was right, druggie whores like you never change, your time at the hotel was a little side trip but it's over now, this is where you'll spend the rest of your afterlife until your story ends. He's back to the grind like nothing happened, the day-long shoots of being fucked sideways and upside down and in every possible position.

Angel Dust, the Pride Ring's most famous cum dumpster.

Val's been sickeningly happy about it, especially now that Vox can't get jealous and borrow his favorite toy. Whenever Angel's not on set or servicing clients, Val's taking every chance to "remind" him of his place. Either fucking him into the mattress or having Velvette doll him up for "dates" to Val's favorite sex clubs and bars.

Tonight, though? Angel wishes it was another sex club. The moment he sees that familiar grinning cat over the door, his heart sinks; it's bad enough that he'll never see Husk again because Husk isn't safe with him and is too good for him anyway. But now it's like Val is just twisting the knife.

He's wearing a dress that covers way too little, holding Val's arm out of habit and fear of refusing to do so. Val is pretending to be a gentleman even as he gropes Angel's ass with one of his lower hands.