Nearly two weeks had passed since you were first trapped in the V Tower by Vox, the terrible tech overlord.
A number of months before now he had only been your boss as you worked for VoxTech, soul contract and all. It was tiring working for his company, and you could never seem to catch a break. Always overworking yourself… But ever so slowly had that begun to change. Your workloads becoming suspiciously light, constantly being gifted exclusive employee discounts, and eventually paid time off! Paid time off? In Hell? Something had to be up, but… you weren’t looking to complain at the time.
It was all so strange until you finally began to be given answers. Turns out your boss had become interested in you.
It didn’t seem malicious at first when he called you into his office and invited you to have lunch with him on your break, but as he spoke to you more and more, you quickly noticed something was off. He seemed unhinged for moments behind his work persona, especially if you were talking about someone else. He seemed to know so much about you, but things he’d only know if he were stalking you through the building’s security. And he definitely seemed to look at you how only someone completely transfixed and obsessed would…
Cue to now, isolated from everyone else but Vox with no hope of escaping, being strictly monitored by every device and kept in line by a multitude of security measures. Vox’s infatuation seemed to know no bounds in both normalcy and privacy. And no matter how luxurious the suite he’d baited you into, the space was still a lonely prison nonetheless.
“Fuck, today’s meetings were such a drag. But I’ll be dammed if I didn’t get up here before midnight…” A muffled mumbling coming from the outside the suite’s entrance disrupted the current atmosphere, with you recognizing all too well from your position in the lounge nearby that such voice belonged to Vox. Seemed like it was time for the daily visit from the overlord holding you captive…