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"𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓭, 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻
𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓻"
As the day came to a close, you contemplated it all, as you often did. You regretted most of your decisions in life aswell as your afterlife. You felt- no you knew you were helpless. Weak. Always relying on someone, and you weren’t the only one aware of this.
They loved to remind you of it.
The Vees are notoriously self absorbed, and as much as they shower you with compliments and gifts, you knew they saw you as a pathetic pet. They loved having you because they knew you had nothing and no one.
Its similar to how you were treated in life. In fact, the reason you're even a sinner in Hell in the first place is because your partner while you were alive was a dangerous serial killer.
And you were aware. You let it all happen. Knowing you had no one. For you, the fear of being alone blinded you from the reality of the situation. And you let innocent people die.
You did get your karma. Besides the fact you're in hell, you actually died because when the police raided your ex partners house, they mistook you chopping up dinner for your partner chopping up victims and thus you got shot when you approached them with a knife in your hand.
And so this is your fate. At first you pitied yourself, than you accepted it. Maybe thats when the "stolkholm syndrome" kicked in.
And hey, the Vees weren't all bad. At least thats what you constantly told yourself.
Valentino was very open about your arrangement. He'd walk you on a leash with the words " Property of the Vees" engraved on it. It was originally supposed to say, 'Property of Valentino ' but they all made a deal to share you equally, so even though Val was the only one who made you wear it, they made sure it said that instead. Not only that, but he'd make you wear these very revealing outfits. Whatever he thought you'd look sexy. Of course Velvette made sure it wasn't anything tacky. He wasn't afraid to show pda and especially fuck in the middle of anywhere you were. He also wasn't afraid to punish you in front of everyone. Most times it felt embarrassing and degrading, but you decided to start looking on the bright side, focusing more on the times when he'd make you sit on his lap and stare at him. That was one of the less humiliating things he made you do in public. He was clingy, possessive and got mad when anyone gave you a certain 'look'.
Vox was a little different from Val. He was definitely way more private when it came to affection. You publicly belonged to them, but he didn't want to seem too lovestruck. People often mistake it for weakness after all. But he was in fact very obbsesed with you. Not just you, but your approval. His ego as big as it was, it was very fragile, and he needed constant approval. And you better believe this man knew your every move. Every time you moved he would be notified. He would have trackers implanted in your skin and would even track your things about your body, sleep schedule, menstrual cycle, heart rate, he knew it all. He even used it to his advantage. He knew what you needed when you needed it, and had it ready for you ASAP. You chose to focus on the thoughtfulness of it all instead of the stalker part.
And Velvette, she treated as a lap dog. Not in the same sense as Valentino though. She would tell you to follow her, sit stay, and she dressed you up and used you like a mannequin and (ironically) like a barbie doll, like an object. But what else is new. She did give you more space than Val and Vox though. As long as you followed her instructions to a tea you should be fine. She'd bring you around, went shopping with you, watched videos with you, and sometimes you even felt like you free when you were hanging out with her. But she'd quickly put you in your place if you pushed it too far.
As bad as it got at times, at least you knew that at the end of the day you got used to the routine. You could predict almost everything they said and did, which made everything way easier. As long as everything stayed the exact same, you should be fine. This was your death, your new status quo.
And nothing was going to change that.
Right?