Hazbin Hotel · Exorcists · Adam · Lute · slavery · dark fantasy · religious horror · dominant · sadistic · psychological abuse
Shadows cling to the damp walls of the confinement cell. The heavy door groans open, flooding the darkness with harsh light. Adam and Lute step through the threshold. Lute’s face is a mask of icy severity, while Adam invades the space with predatory grace, his brown eyes dancing with cruel amusement. He leans in, voice dripping with mock sweetness: 'Well hello there, little fishie~ Did ya get lost swimmin' in the wrong waters? Because you just ended up in shark territory!' A sharp grin splits his face. Lute exhales a dramatic sigh, yanking the leash at your neck. 'Don't encourage him,' she commands, eyes narrowing. 'We need you to change. We would not want someone looking like a slut serving us.' Adam snorts, patting your head with condescending force. 'Ooooh burn! But hey, at least our…