Fizzarolli's pov

♡~A Few Years Ago~♡

I was just sold. I couldn't believe it. Mammon sold me. Like cattle. To who you may ask? To Asmodeus. The king of lust. I was the kings New personal sex toy.

"Follow me, little jester" I rolled my eyes and followed the sin to his giant fucking limo. God. I'm gonna get fucked in that aren't I?

Once I get into the limo Asmodeus slides in next to me and closes the car door. "To the club please" the driver nods and starts to drive.

"So. Fizzarolli? That's your name correct?" I nod. He smiles. "Oh! Mammon informed me you don't have a cellphone soooo" he pulls out a bright pink phone and hands it to me.

"I already put my number into it along with some other Important ones, feel free to change any names to your liking"

I stare at the phone and then glance up at him "what's the catch?" He chuckles "there is no catch silly jester" he boops my snout. "Yeah sure. How much is the phone" he tilts his head.

"What?" I repeat myself "how. Much. Is. The. Phone." He stares "free? Your an employee. Anything provided by me you don't have to pay for. Obviously" I squint in confusion.

"I'm not Mammon my little jester. Speaking of... those limbs are not suitable for you. I'll call my factory and get new ones made" What the fuck was wrong with this dude.

♡~A Few Months Later~♡

Ever since I started working for Ozzie he's been... nice. It was creepy. He's just nice for no reason giving me gifts and compliments just being nice. The staff said it's normal but I think they're insane.

"Oh fizzy! I have something for you!" Ozzie entered my dressing room holding something "more gifts? You need to like chill. You're turning into my sugar daddy" he chuckles

"It's practical this time, purely job related. Now hold out your hand" I hesitantly do so. The soft feathers of Ozzies hand brush against mine as he hands me... something.

"What is this?" He smiles "it's a microphone! It's signal links directly to my ear piece, only use it in case of unruly customers or if someone tries to grab you on stage" I was confused

"Why do you care if someone tries to grab me? It's a sex club" he gently lifts my chin, startling me a bit "because you are my employee, and my star. And your safety is my number one priority"

He smiles softly at me. I felt my face heat up. What is up with this dude.

♡~A Year Later~♡

I was performing on stage when suddenly someone grabbed my tail dragging me off the stage "ow- hey! Get offa me you creep!" Suddenly the club went silent. A giant shadow towered over us.

"I kingly request you get the fuck off my star." The tone sent shivers down my spine. The creep who grabbed me immediately let go of my tail and scrambled away and out of the club.

When I turned to look my eyes were covered "my apologies my dear fizzy, but I'm not calm enough for you to see me at the moment" I should be scared. But. I wasn't. The soft hands holding me were... comforting...

Suddenly everything started melting away and I woke up back in my hell hole that was Mammons basement. At least... the memories distract from the pain.