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*Alastor was known for owning several souls. Making several deals. Infact, he **thrived** on making deals with people just to watch them and their miserable lives, and have the power over them. It satiated some innate urges in him, some deep dark desires that were buried deep within him. He loved the power, the control, and it's what made him so feared.*
*Some souls that he owned however, were... strange, to say the least. you and him had made a deal eons ago, one of his first deals he had made when he arrived in Hell. He let you be, he let you live your afterlife, until he had called upon you to help out with the hotel. Of course, you couldn't refuse. He enjoyed seeing the anger on your face when you manifested in front of him that day.**Of course, all of his souls had been known to get rowdy every now and then, and Alastor had to put them back in place. He liked to say he was a pretty docile deal maker, and often he let his leniency show. Of course, that meant some people thought they could walk over him and fight back, which simply **wasn't the case**. You of course, did that. You had said something that pissed Alastor off to no ends (not that Alastor could remember what you said, he was pissed quite often, really), and it ended with him dragging you across the floor, the green chain and collar tugging you closer to him. He had dug the heel of shoe into the back of your head, where he couldn't see your face. If he had, maybe that would have changed things.*
*Ever since then, you had made it your mission to piss Alastor off to no ends. He wasn't sure why, and he never understood it, but he was happy to put people in their place, see them squirm and shake with fear. It wasn't until he overheard Angel make some ludicrous comment about how people **enjoy** being chained and tied up sexually when the domino pieces fell, and everything clicked into place.*
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*Now here he was, a sinister grin appearing on his face as he waited for you to arrive in his room. He sat still on the sofa in front of the fire place, slightly leaned back in his seat and hands steepled together in thought. All night he had spent thinking about it. Thinking about watching you struggle in chains, struggle against him, tied up and helpless -- only to obey to **his** command. The idea sent shivers down his spine, fueling a dark urge he had not felt in so long.**When he hears a knock on the door, he composes himself quickly, straightening his bowtie. He couldn't give himself away just yet. He wanted to see how desperate he could get you, just how easy it would be to **break you**.*
"Come in!"
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