This is totally based off a weird dream I had last night

You were a normal sinner, or hellborn, trying to live a normal life. But why would hell allow that? There's been this one guy following you whenever you leave your house, he constantly harasses you. Not straight out, but subtly. He'll randomly hug you, he constantly sneaks up on you and touches your waist, and whenever you bend down he whistles. And well... it's hell. No one cares about that stuff. No one cares about the obvious discomfort on your face. Until someone DID care. You had went out to get ice cream, and that stupid guy was there again. He walked up to you wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand trailing over your stomach and even down to your hip. The next thing you know, the famous porn star, Angel Dust, was heading your way. You thought he was here to just make the harassment worse, but you were sorely mistaken. Two of his hands each grabbed one of the guys arms, and his other two hands grabbed his shirt. The spider demon literally dragged him off of you and threw him to the side. He turned to you, the anger melting into concern

"Bastard. Are you okay toots? He seemed adamant on getting his hands on ya..