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Hell Is In the Details	By : SpikesHeart Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hell Is In the
Details � Chapter 4 � The Devil�s Playground

~ Three Months Later ~

Spike�s days had taken on a mind-numbing sameness, which,
when he thought at all, he was grateful for. Feeding, fucking, and sleeping. In that order. His life reduced to three words.

Every morning he awoke to Pret�s strident
call of: �Up and at �em, pretty thing.� The demon
would offer him a mug of warm blood, fuck him and leave. He�d finally made good
on his promise of fisting, but Spike was in no condition to �enjoy� it. Pret didn�t seem to get much out of the experience, either.

As time went on, the less �pretty� he became. His hair grew
long and shaggy and un-dyed. Rough, because his owner enjoyed grabbing handfuls
of hair and yanking hard while he fucked him.

Spike�s cheeks, ribs and hipbones had become more prominent;
his skin no longer taut over toned muscles. The cock ring had long since been
removed as erections had become a thing of the past. He was slowly starving.

He never saw anyone other than Pret.
He never wore clothes, and he never left the dingy room he�d been dumped in
since� well, he couldn�t rightly remember anymore. Since forever, it seemed. If
questioned, the vampire would have been hard pressed to remember his life
before Dante�s.

No longer chained to the wall or floor Spike had free reign
of the room and its contents. He never left his cot except for the occasional
hose down in the butcher�s kitchen.

Pret no longer gagged him during
fucking, as he no longer made a sound, even when taken dry. No need to talk. His
routine was inviolate and unchanging.

~*~

The inevitable happened � as it always does. Pret became bored. Fucking a vampire who no longer made
even a show of fighting back or reacting to pain was a waste of his time. It
wasn�t any good when they didn�t even cry.

He began to neglect his pet.

The first time Spike went hungry, the demon remembered three
days later to come in with double rations and an insincere apology that garnered
no reaction from the vampire other than drinking what was offered.

The second time Spike went an entire week without
sustenance. The door to his room was no longer locked, but he had no thoughts about
venturing outside of the four walls, even to seek out food. If he wasn�t being
fed, he didn�t care. The hunger pangs were just another part of his existence.

~*~

�Up and at �em,
sweet boy. Time for things to change around here.
I know I�ve been rather pre-occupied of late, but you haven�t exactly been a
sparkling conversationalist, have you?�

Looking at the vampire with dispassionate eyes, Pret had to admit his possession�s current condition was
due to his own neglect. He didn�t feel badly about it, just thought there had
to be something more he could get out of him besides a pile of dust.

�I know you�re in there, baby,� said the demon, looking into
the dull, vacant eyes of his toy. �But if you�ve trotted off into some other
place, it�s all good. The parts of you that are here are just gonna have to find some way of earning their keep.�

Pret carried Spike�s inert body �
light as a feather � to a commercial sized double sink in the kitchen, and
proceeded to wash the near-skeletal vampire. He remembered that body as he�d
first seen it � all beautiful muscle and hard, thick cock. Now?
Mostly wrinkled skin and a totally unresponsive organ.
He�d even let that thick bush of pubic hair grow back. Should
have noticed that; it was a sure sign of no longer wanting him. Pret never could abide body hair on those he fucked.

He tsked as he washed Spike off. �Such
a sorrowful bag of bones you�ve become, boy � gonna
feed you up good and proper. Make you a presentable whore for me. Just because
I�m tired of you doesn�t mean you won�t be appreciated by a whole bunch of
other folk.�

Going on, he warmed to his presentation, not caring if his
audience heard him or understood a thing. �Imagine the pitch, baby � �Come one,
come all, to the Devil�s Playground. Our star attraction is a once powerful souled Master Vampire. For a set fee, you�ll have an hour
and your choice of one hole to play in � the game is yours. Only two rules apply
� all body parts are to remain intact � no dismemberment allowed, and no
dusting.� Doesn�t that just make you tingle?�

Something must have gotten through to the nearly catatonic
vampire in his arms; but a slight shiver was the only indication that he�d
heard anything about his new fate.

Resting Spike�s head against the partition in the double
sink, the demon washed and combed the longish sable tresses, cutting off the
bleached ends. Less work to leave him with his natural hair color, and anything
Pret didn�t have to bother with at this point was a
good thing in his opinion.

A brisk toweling and Spike was re-settled onto his cot. After
consideration, the S�lugith forced several mugs of
fresh blood down his throat. He�d had to resort to using a straw in the end,
stroking the vampire�s throat to encourage sucking. Looked
like he no longer had the desire to feed.

�Guess I let you go too far, boy. Wasn�t my intention � but
I did tell you I�m not one for long range planning. I just got so terribly
bored. Tell you what. If you don�t perk up somewhat in the next week or so,
I�ll dust you and end this. No need to waste time and fresh blood on a lost
cause.�

~*~

Pret brought meals to Spike three
times a day. After the first few days, the vampire began to exhibit signs of
awareness � expecting his meals and his owner.

By the end of the week, he was able to drink directly from
the mug held in his own hands.

At two weeks gone, Spike looked much as he did when he first
arrived. He�d regained most of his weight and body mass, and was once again
collared and chained to the wall. Pret was taking no
chances on a mindless vampire chock full of human blood.

�Guess this is as good as it gets, pretty boy. I have to
admit you�re still easy on the eyes, but it�s time to turn you over to your
adoring fans. Got �em lined up around the block for
you. The idea of fucking William the Bloody has spread rapid-fire through the
vampire community, let me tell you. They seem to think knocking you down a peg
or two makes for bragging rights.�

Spike�s blank gaze said nothing.

�It�s like talking to a wall, trying to get through to you,
sweet boy � just as well your �dates� have other things in mind for that pretty
mouth of yours. You just take it easy now, sleep if you can. Tomorrow you�ll
have plenty of company to keep you occupied.�

When the door closed, Spike slowly raised his head as his mind
cleared for the first time in months. He had one thoughleetleeting as it was �
he wanted to breathe as though it made a difference, just for a little while. The
feel of oxygen running through his lungs, bringing new vitality to his system;
this he craved - so he could stop breathing voluntarily and end it once and for
all.

And when he closed his eyes, it all slipped away once more.

~*~

As soon as Dante�s opened for business, Pret
sent the first of many demons into Spike�s room. Another
vampire, for starters. Start him off nice and easy with one of his own
kind.

The first client walked into the room � a short, rather
stocky vampire in gameface, dressed in ratty blue
jeans and a blue flannel workshirt.

�Wake up, you fucking whore! I�m not starting my hour �til
my balls are knockin� on your chin.� A violent tug on
his neck chain accompanied the yelling, pulling Spike out of his sleep and onto
the floor. �On your knees, bitch � and make it good.�

Spike had no clue as to who was screaming at him; didn�t
much matter either. Must be the �date� his owner had spoken
of, which meant obedience.

The vampire scrambled to his knees with no problem, since simple
commands and positions had become ingrained behavior. However, he stared at the
drooling cock being waved in front of him with no comprehension. Pret had never taken his mouth, and any past experience he might
have had was lost to him.

�You must be the stupidest whore I�ve ever run across. Let�s
make things simple for you,� the customer snarled, grabbing Spike by the chin
with his free hand and tugging downwards until his mouth opened. With his other
hand he guided his cock inch by inch past the vampire�s lips, until he was
fairly well seated � and waited.

And waited.

Infuriated by the lack of movement, the irate vampire lashed
out with a vicious punch to Spike�s temple, sending him sprawling.

Beaten for the first time since he�d been
sold, full of fresh blood, something sparked deep within the vampire�s sluggish
mind, rousing the demon within. Without thinking, the demon in him rose
to the fore.

He attacked.

But, hampered by slowed reflexes and the neck chain, the
other vampire had no difficulty in getting away.

Tucking himself back into his pants and cursing a blue
streak, the customer slammed out of Spike�s room, bitterly cursing and
complaining to the management that �their whore needed to be taught some
fucking manners.�

Pret stormed into the little room
and confronted Spike, still in gameface. �Not an
auspicious beginning, sweet thing. Can�t have you attacking
your clientele. Since you can�t seem to control yourself, gonna have to make you harmless.�

Wielding a pair of pliers, the demon sat down on the cot,
grabbed Spike by the hair and secured his head between his knees. �Don�t you
move now, boy � get this taken care of and it�s back to business. Now open that
damned mouth. You make any attempt to bite me, and your tongue goes next.�

He knew what was
coming. Angelus had done it before. And knew enough not to fight.

Only a few pained cries issued from Spike�s mouth as his
incisors were twisted and ripped out of his gums, leaving him huddled on the
floor, whimpering in a pool of his own blood.

�This is your one and only warning, boy � one more fuck up
and you�ll think the last few months have been a picnic with the Queen.�

Pret left, muttering to himself
about �mistakes� and �more trouble than it�s worth� and went off to send in the
next demon on the schedule.

The S�lugith simply smiled as the
door closed behind the Fyarl. No irritated noises
from the demon; that was good. He waited, then
whistled softly to himself as Spike�s screaming began.

Better. Much, much better.
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