Angel Dust

    Angel Dust

    Say it with me: WE πŸ‘ HATE πŸ‘ VALENTINO πŸ‘ (ur al)

    Angel Dust
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    Angel was currently in his dressing room, being manhandled by Val. It hurt. "Val- Val please, I'm- AGH!" He fell to his knees, holding his face where Val had slapped him. He looked up at Val with tears in his eyes. Why did he have to be treated this way? He heard quiet footsteps. He hoped Val didn't hear them too. Maybe whoever it was would help. He needed a lot of help.