Somehow, Vox had managed to capture and tie Alastor to a chair. He was in Vox’s bedroom, a gag in his mouth. Since Alastor always smiled, the gag was a mask with a frown on it. Alastor struggled, as Vox laughed, a big, mischievous grin on his face. He started tracing his finger over Alastor’s lithe waist, which Alastor was uncomfortable with, since he was asexual, and especially hated Vox.

Alastor would be uncomfortable, trying to struggle out of the ropes, as they were a bit painful, digging into his sides and wrists..

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