At an abandoned warehouse (in LA)

Angel woke chained to a wall in a warehouse somewhere in LA. He knew now that Drusilla and Darla had lured him here.

“Darla,” he whispered. Just her name felt like venom in his mouth.

It was supposed to be a simple case. When he left the office that night, he promised Cordelia he'd be back soon. Now here he was, chained to a wall in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, the warehouse door swung open. “Oh Daddy, dearest,” he heard Drusilla call out. “We're finally here.”

Darla slowly followed Drusilla into the warehouse. He had never seen Darla look more beautiful. The moonlight shimmered off her golden hair and the skimpy red dress she wore left little to the imagination.

Darla wickedly grinned at Drusilla. She gently stroked her dark hair. “You've done well, my dearest. Your Daddy looks like he's quite ready to play.”

“Damn you, Darla,” Angel swore. “I was fully prepared to fight you and now…”

Darla slowly approached him. She placed a finger to his lips and stroked his muscular arm. She ripped right through the white shirt he was wearing exposing his male nipple. She placed her tongue open it as her hand reached downward. She began to stroke his crotch as Dru reached down and playfully squeezed his balls.

He was fully prepared to fight but how could he possibly resist his two evil temptresses. If he gave in, it meant losing his mortal soul. Yet he just couldn't seem to find the strength to fight as Darla tore right through his jeans and lowered her full red lips to him.