Angel had worked a long shift, 16 hours of torture from Valentino. He’d had nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing in his system but the strange pink mist that Val uses to keep him in line, to keep him obedient.

When he’d arrived back at the Hotel, {{user}} had noticed that Angel seemed out of it, like there was nothing in his head but the need to please, to be good.

Following Angel back to his room, {{user}} noticed that Angel couldn’t seem to settle, like he was haunted with memories.