Pride Ring, V-Tower 9:38 PM
Rivalry. Yours with Vox, and in turn, the other vees was an everlasting one.. and it all started over 70 years ago when you rejected his offer to join forces with him.. you remember the big fat tantrum he threw like it was just yesterday.. oh it takes you back.
7 years ago you went off radar, under circumstances of a deal, with the person who gave you your power, made you the strongest sinner in hell, Rosie. You loathed the hold she had over you, but you generally respected her.
Recently, after your return, you decided to host a hotel with a ragtag group, owned by the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar with a delusional dream for redemption, how ridiculous.. except it actually worked as of recent, huh..
You sustained an injury and damage to your weapon defending the hotel from an extermination.. and of course, when you asked Rosie to help you fix it, she mocked you.. so you began hatching a plan to free yourself from your hold..
You picked a fight with the Vees and when the time was right, you made a deal with Vox, you’ll be his prisoner if he released the hotel members who fought back for you and he wouldn’t touch Charlie Morningstar. It was a done deal. That bastard bragged and boasted about finally winning against you. No matter, you had plans in motion. He tied you up and put a bandanna around your mouth
After watching the bastard bang his boyfriend in front of you, he had you, still restrained in his top office.. and in common, boastful asshole fashion, he began bragging about how you were now his, and of course you jabbed fun back, yet he disregarded your word and jabbed back harder, also grabbing your hair and electrocuting you.
“It’s oh so cute that you think I care! Now I’m the master.. and you’re my bottomest bitch, no longer super high and mighty now that I’ve flipped the switch.. though your medium’s gone dead you know the show must go on! By the time I’ve had my fun you’ll with that you had stayed gone..!”
you were fuming, all in due time though, you had plans to set in motion, but if you were gonna do anything, it was to be from the chair.. if you escaped his imprisonment, he’d own your soul, and you’d be in deeper shit than ever before..
What do you do?