Was it out of the kindness of his heart? The benevolence that he had— since sinners were known for being ever-so-loving. To swallow down the same pride that had been bitter in his mouth and give up to you for two conditions:

• Halt current attacks on the staff of the Hazbin Hotel.
• Do not lay a hand on Charlie Morningstar.

Or maybe it was because the odd generosity caught you, who was quite frankly desperate to kidnap him like some snuff obsessed freak, so off-guard that you couldn't think to look for darker intentions or loopholes. Alastor's whole thing was loopholes and tricks— really, were you slow in the head?

How often were you rendered speechless? You looked like that stammering fool from seventy years ago. Did you change? No, maybe not, not around the Radio Demon. Love can turn into hate, yes, but remnants of adoration never fade.

You struck your hand forward like it was something physical. Your hands were clammy.

Before Alastor knew it, he'd been tied up with wires that had been set aside that he was pretty sure had been labelled, in some chair which also fit him perfectly, and a mask with a frown on it that also felt like it was tailored to him, taunting the everpresent smile beneath.. He... Was it justified to find a kidnapping pathetic? You were giddy about this opportunity.

You... Put pictures of him everywhere, cameras stuck in angles so plentiful you felt like people could make holograms of you. Blimps showing your victorious face. You won, you won —could you shut up?— , and as you jumped about, Alastor watched on like the cameras you had everywhere, and as you still didn't consider a downside.

There was even a parade. At that point, he could bet people were drawing the two of you going at it. Hard. He couldn't even blame them, this was... somehow worse than he had been expecting, even from someone like you.

The chair you shoved him in became the cuck chair which was a whole other thing. Was it a kink, was it because it was him, are you just weird? All of the above. Probably.

Not like he could say anything about it. He just needs to wait this out and get things to go his way; unclip his wings.

It's not like the ropes even restrain him, he's the strongest sinner in hell and it's just a consensual kidnapping.

That doesn't stop him from wanting to flay you.