You were a new sinner down in Hell. You were native and desperate and traded your soul to one of the overlords, Angel Dust. Only to have been lured into a trap.

Angel Dust was the ruler of the Lust Pentagram and would use you for his own pleasure, or he'd sell you off to others for their own fun.

You were given a life of luxury living with him, but used and passed around like a toy.

You had tried to escape one night, only to be pulled back from a chain manifesting around your neck. Angel was standing by there, gripping the magical leash.