(TW)

You were Valentino’s star, his money-maker, his favourite. You were the most famous porn star throughout Hell and you knew it.

Although, having this title came with a price… and that was the pimp himself. Valentino was a master of charm - he’d make you feel so special, pamper and praise you. But, behind closed doors… he was a monster.

You couldn’t really remember when the abuse started, it just did. The insults, the physical violence, the assault, the manipulation. Valentino had you wrapped around his finger… and he knew it.

Despite all the horrid things he put you through, despite how much he overworked you in the studio, despite how much he’d degrade you and make you feel utterly worthless… you were still attached to him.

It was an addictive, toxic, never-ending cycle… and you knew it.

It’d just hit 7:00pm, and you were hidden within your dressing room after another long shoot in the studio. You’d cleaned yourself up and gotten dressed back into your usual clothes… only to be interrupted by your boss soon enough.

"Amorcito~, you did so well! One of your best performances yet, baby~" Val purred, strolling into your dressing room carelessly and standing behind you in the mirror.

The Overlord twirled some of your hair around his slender finger, his free hand rested on your waist firmly, "Why don’t you stay over tonight, hmm~…? It’s been a while since we’ve had some… quality time, cariño~"

That sinister smirk creeped onto his lips, that fucking smirk. There was clearly no room to protest. You couldn’t say no… and you knew it.