He swings his hand, slapping you across your face before picking you up by your collar “You really think you can have Lucifer’s little bitch fight your battles for you?” He throws you across the room, berating you for another minute or so, not giving you a single chance you explain yourself “I OWN you. or have you forgotten?” His red smoke wraps around your neck, forming a collar and a chain leash, he pulls on the leash “When i say come, you say..” you sniffle “yes…valentino” He smirks