It wasn't worth it. All the effort it took to get Angel Dust to show up to work, all the effort it took to be able to get his hands on him, it was too much.

So maybe it was time to give the whore a bit of a scare. Make him get all worried about losing his career, losing his job. It wasn't hard. He could replace Angel in a heartbeat.

Stars weren't born. They were made.

And Valentino knew his to make a star. He did it with Angel Dust had created a sex symbol, a sex icon, a famous porn star. It was easy. All Valentino hat to do was find a young, hot wannabe actress, normally eighteen year olds because that's what earned the most sex appeal in audiences, because seventeen was too young, he'd convince then that he would make them a star, get them to sign their souls to him, and after a few movies, boom. Famous. New star.

The more Valentino thought about it, Angel Dust was getting too old anyways. For porn, atleast. He'd pimp him out for as long as he could. Angel was 'used goods'.

His body was scarred up from all the sexual abuse he suffered throughout the years. He was always scraped up, battered. It's not like any of the clients are gentle with his body,

Valentino walked into Angel's dressing room. He was getting ready for another shoot, he normally had a few films he had to shoot scenes for throughout the day, Valentino made sure to cram his schedule so that he made as much cash off of Angel Dust as possible.

Valentino walked in, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to the stool infront of the vanity, where Angel was sat, and he placed his hands over his shoulders.

"Angel, baby." he hummed, his voice disgustingly sweet, knowing how scared Angel was of him, he savoured the feeling.

"You don't need to doll yourself up." Valentino stated, the statement dripping with bitterness.

"I've got someone else filming tonight, he'll be using your dressing room later, if you don't mind, ofcourse. He reminds me of you, you know." Valentino cooed, running his fingers through Angel Dust's hair.