Vox owned your soul and now you were forced to be his assistant. You went to hell after a nasty accident that caused you your life and you were desperate for something. Anything. That’s when you met him. Vox.

Vox was sat at his desk plugged in and watching his thousands of monitors like the control freak he was.

“Darling, get me a coffee will ya? Or have you forgotten your place?”

Vox glances over at you with an expecting raised eyebrow, wanting to hear your response.