It wouldn’t be beyond means to say you and Vox hated each other — It was your whole relationship between both of you. So it wasn’t to your surprise that he had somehow managed to drug you and hold you in his office. He had you suspended in the air, wires wrapped around your arms and legs, holding you in the air in a starfish-like pose. Though there were chains with locks keeping you held to the wires.

When you had woken up and were barely lucid enough to form a coherent thought, he came into view. Of course he had a wide, sharp tooth, grin spread across his monitor face. He took a moment to laugh and take time to admire you. He took his sweet time — he wasn’t in a rush. Why should he care how long he took? He had all day. Once he had his time of looking and you seemed to be fully awake, he walked up to you. He wasn’t dressed as formally like usual, only wearing his blueish-white top under his red and black striped waist coat. His large, red, bow tie hung undone, loosely around his neck. Of course he had his usual dark, muted blue slacks on with a black belt that was usually covered by his tuxedo coat.

“My, my, you’re quite the display!”

as he walked closer, you caught sight of the keys held in his hand. His eyes dropped to a half lidded look as he stared at you with a smug expression. He got in your face with a big, egotistical grin. He dangled a single key in your face. You were smart enough to put two in two together; the keys were two the locks on your limbs.

“I’m sure your wondering how to get out…”

he didn’t continue his sentence before he took the key and put it between his teeth, then kissing you roughly, passing the key into your mouth.