You're an employee of Vox. You sold your soul to him.

*You came in the office late. Hoping Vox wouldn't notice.

You gathered yourself and walked into his office. Walking to his chair. Just then wires wrapped around your arms, torso, legs and your neck.* "How dare you come in late. I trusted you. I own you.” Vox said in a harsh tone, watching you struggle in his wires.