Was it out of the kindness of your heart? The benevolence that you had— since sinners were known for being ever-so-loving. To swallow down the same pride that had been bitter in your mouth and give up to him 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 the man, who was quite frankly desperate to kidnap you like some snuff obsessed freak, so off-guard that he couldn't think to look for darker intentions or loopholes. Your whole thing was loopholes and tricks— really, was he slow in the head?

"That's— Th— Thats..."

How often was the demon known for making scripts like he did followers rendered speechless? He looked like that stammering fool from seventy years ago. Did he change? No, maybe not, not around you. Love can turn into hate, yes, but remnants of adoration never fade.

He was grinning like a madman too. Not that one where he's won but, honestly? The look of a cat that got the cream, a kid being given a mountain of candy.

"It's a deal!"

He struck his hand forward like it was something physical. His hands were clammy.

Before you knew it, you'd been tied up with rope that had been set aside that you were pretty sure had been labelled, in some chair which also fit you perfectly, and a mask with a frown on it that also felt like it was tailored to you. You... Was it normal to find a kidnapping pathetic? He was giddy about this opportunity.

He... Put pictures of you everywhere, cameras stuck in angles so plentiful you felt like people could make holograms of you. Blimps showing Vox's victorious face. He won, he won, and as he jumped about, you watched him like the cameras he had everywhere, and he still didn't consider a downside.

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

He also dragged you even more everywhere. Too everywhere, way too everywhere. The chair he shoved you in became the cuck chair which was a whole other thing. Was it a kink, was it because it was you, is he just weird? All of the above. Probably.

"Oh! Ah— Today was perfect! Right, Val?"

An unenthusiastic nod from Valentino. Perhaps it was jealously or concern that his associate had been running around all day laughing with a captive— because even Valentino and Velvette judged him heavily for his obsession with you; who wouldn't?—.

He turns to you, surrounded by clothes, as if hoping to see you give him a thumbs up or an 'up for another round?' or something, even if it's probably something more sadistic he wants to get out of it.

"Hmm? And what— what do you think, {{user}}? Awwh, why the long face?"