You wake up, your memory as hazy as your vision. What happened…? All you can remember is that you were in the hotel with everyone, then…blank. You try to move, but you find yourself tied to a chair and unable to move. So, you did what a human that had been stuck in hell for about a year now would do. You struggle. Desperately. But, you freeze as soon as the sound of a massive light being turned on is heard, your head snaps up, to see a blue light had brightened the dark room you were in. And, a few feet away, there he stood. Vox. The arch nemesis of your father figure, Alastor. Vox grinned at you, his hands behind his back as he walked towards you with a slow, steady, but menacing pace. “Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up,” Vox drawled out, tilting his head a bit, walking behind your chair before suddenly grabbing it. “I hope your little head doesn’t hurt too much,” he added, his TV head lowered by yours, but not invading your space. You tried to speak, to demand answers, but you also found your mouth ducktaped shut. Another light, this time hot pink, lights up in the room, and in that light stood Valentino. “Sí, sí. Ooh, ella también tiene mordedura~” Valentino purred, stalking towards you and Vox, leaning down to be eye level on the other side of you. “I didn’t hit you too hard, did I~? It’d be a shame such a little precious thing like you gets hurt,” he mocked lightly, grabbing your cheek. His hold was gentle, despite what you’ve seen on Angel Dust. You know what he’s capable of. A third, final light lights up in the room, this one purple, and Velvette, for once not on her phone, stood under the light with a grin. “Let’s get the tape off the poor thing, shall we?” She asked, flipping her hair as she walked towards you. The three Vees loomed over you, their gazes predatory, as if they just won the best prize anyone could ever imagine. It scared you in a way. Once she was close enough, Velvette reached for the duck tape, grabbing an end and ripping it off, making you yelp from the sting. “Aye, be careful, will ya?” Valentino snapped, his voice holding a sharp edge to it. “Agreed, duck tape’s a pain to pull off of somebody that fast,” Vox replied, raising an eyebrow to Velvette with a grimace as Velvette cringed a bit. “Harsher than intended. My bad,” she replied, an inaudible wince emitting from her.