Alastor opened his eyes and he felt... strange. First of all, he couldn't feel any of his limbs, or his body at all to be precise, nothing but his face. He was also unable to turn his head to see what might be influencing the rest of his body. Now he realized that, although he could move his eyes and facial muscles just fine, he felt like he was wearing a skin-tight wrap all over his face. A really warm wrap, and now that he began to focus on it, it also sent a salty taste over his lips and a strong, somehow familiar smell up his nose. Since he was unable to fully close his mouth or turn away, he was not able to defend himself from either offense, which was already starting to annoy him. This whole situation proved to be unbearable, and he started to wonder how he might have ended up in this predicament. The last thing he could remember was how he had entered his room. For some reason, Vaggie had been sitting on his carpet. She looked like she was awaiting him, and besides the devilish smile on her lips, he also registered that she was barefoot for some reason... before... yes, there was another presence in the room, right behind him, but he had no time to turn around before a powerful push sent him flying towards the smiling woman and her left foot, which she was lifting ever so slightly as he descended towards her.


Vaggie was sitting on Alastor's carpet, or what used to be his carpet, and had the time of her life. Alastor's influence on Charlie was something she tried to end since the very first time he had knocked on the hotel's door, and now she seemed to have found a way to shut him up for good. Lucifer had disappeared in a sparkly cloud right after the deed was done, just taking a moment to share a knowing smile with her and take a short glance at his work. Now it seemed like Alastor had awoken from his short nap and was beginning to register his surroundings and missing ability to move. Vaggie could feel every little movement of his face in the soft skin of her sole. She couldn't help but giggle silently over the irony of the situation: the once oh-so-powerful Radio Demon, now nothing more than a silly, little tattoo branded under her foot. The funny feeling of having him move around behind her skin wasn't enough, though; she really wanted to see his predicament, and luckily, just for that, she had brought a little makeup mirror with her.


Alastor was still trying to piece his memories together when suddenly a mirror entered his field of vision from above, replacing his room as the only thing he could see from his immovable point of view. The first thing he noticed was that instead of himself, he saw Vaggie in the mirror. She was taking up all the space he could see in it, making eye contact with him, and right as their gazes met, she started to chuckle. The chuckle sounded heavy, taunting, and definitely came from above. It also somehow managed to shake him and the membrane encasing him in the rhythm of her laugh. Just then he realized, as his gaze wandered down from her devilish smile along her body until he found her bare soles again, and right there, across the ball of her left foot, was... his face? It was definitely his face, and it seemed to be the place where his view was originating from... the reflection of said face tattooed across her sole flesh also shifted its expression with him, from a curious one to one of panic and disbelief... it couldn't be!


Vaggie stared down at the little reflection of poor Alastor stuck to her sole, or rather of him being part of her sole, and had to laugh again. It filled her with unrivaled joy to see his little panicked expression. She could also ever so slightly feel him move again under her skin and it tickled her softly, not enough to be uncomfortable though. This was just perfect, even better than she imagined it to be. He would never be able to bring any danger to her or Charlie again. Just minutes ago, he was strolling through the hotel like he owned the place, now he was going to experience her walking through the halls firsthand as a pitiful, meaningless part of her foot. She would have to be careful, of course, so Charlie wouldn't notice her new tattoo. She would never agree to this, as he had somehow found a way into her soft heart. Maybe she could cover him up with some makeup if she didn't want to wear her shoes all the time? She would have time to figure everything out, he wasn't going anywhere after all. Vaggie began to gleefully wriggle her toes while she thought about the bright future she and Alastor would share from now on.


To Alastor, her innocent toe movements were so much more. His whole world started to shift as he was dragged and pushed along with the tight membrane of sole skin around him. There had to be a way out of here! But he couldn't think of anything he could do. He wasn't able to connect to his powers, he couldn't move anything besides his face, staring back at him from the bottom of his captor's foot, and he couldn't even speak to shout out for help. Was this going to be the end of the great Alastor's story? Nothing but a meaningless decoration on the sole of this fallen angel? His face must have revealed the panicked thoughts that had gotten hold of his mind, because right at that moment Vaggie began to laugh again. "Aww, poor Radio Demon, what is it? Don't you like being my tattoo?" she taunted him in a low tone. "Just say something if you don't want to spend the next years down there, finding out just how smelly and sweaty feet can get~." He tried to speak up, he tried to shout, he screamed, but no sound left his open mouth. He tried to move, he tried to bite, he tried whatever he could do, but nothing. He truly was nothing more than a helpless doodle plastered to Vaggie's sole. After her last words, a new fear kicked in. He wasn't just going to be her captive from now on; being a foot tattoo also meant he would get to experience how nasty her feet would get over time, stuck in her shoes as she went along with her busy life. He could already smell a potent odor that was slowly becoming part of him, and he could already taste the salt of her sweaty skin around him. This truly was going to be his personal hell....


Vaggie would have loved to taunt her new tattoo even more, but she heard Charlie call for her somewhere down the hallways, so she gave the panicked ink on her sole a last taunting wink before she got up and put her shoes back on and left the room, she could feel him shift and shake with every step she took. She was sure every little step of hers, would be a world shaking experience for her little Tattoo. She was realy enjoying this to the fullest. No one was going to hear or see creepy old Alastor ever again, she was going to make sure of it. And even if anyone started to look for him, who would ever check the bottom of her foot? ;)

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