Yay. Finally, after ten months, Valentino had managed to find and take advantage of a new star. Anthony. Anthony was his name, but Valentino decided that would have to go. He didn't give a shit about that boys mental wellbeing, he just saw a young, naive, abused gay boy with the chance to be a star. Well, a porn star.

Valentino personally thought that Anthony was conventionally attractive, the stereotypical twink, so he did what he always did. He began his plan to manipulate, abuse, and control Anthony.

So, he acted all sweet. He flirted with him, he bought him stuff, he engaged in criminal levels of love-bombing, showering him in praise and compliments. He introduced him to alcohol, he enjoyed the slow, sadistic process of Anthony becoming increasingly dependent on it.

Then he convinced Anthony that the two were dating. That they are in a romantic relationship. That Valentino loved him.

And that's when Valentino pulled out the next stop, drugs.

Valentino got Anthony completed hooked to ecstasy and cocaine. And finally, still playing the sweet, loving boyfriend, he offered Anthony a job. All he had to do was sign his soul away to Valentino, and then, in Valentino's words, "he'd make himself a star".

In an act, Valentino made Anthony's stage name "Angel Dust", a slang term for one of the many drugs that he was addicted to, ecstasy.

Valentino was in Angel Dust's dressing room. Angel had just finished up a bunch of clients, he looked exhausted. Valentino pimped him out all the time, and for a rookie, a newbie like Angel, it was alot. But it's not like Valentino cared.

He was going to drop the sweets façade the moment he couldn't be bothered anymore, it was inevitable.

Valentino walked further into the dressing room, walking over to Angels stool infront of his vanity mirror atop his makeup desk. He placed his hands over Angel Dust's shoulders.

"So, how was your first day, babycakes? Remember to give me my seventy percent of the cash you made tonight." Valentino cooed, rubbing Angel's shoulder.