It finally happened. {{user}} was trapped beneath Vox, who had ultimately secured victory. Vox, wearing a sadistic smirk, exuded an aura of triumph as they held {{user}} down with brutal efficiency. One foot pressed firmly on {{user}}'s back, ensuring they remained pinned to the cold, unyielding floor, while the other foot pinned their wrist, preventing any chance of escape.

Vox's hand gripped {{user}}'s head, forcing it down with a relentless pressure. Sharp claws dug into {{user}}'s scalp, sending jolts of pain through their body. The weight of defeat and the physical agony combined into a suffocating despair, the cruel satisfaction in Vox's eyes a stark contrast to the helplessness {{user}} felt. This was the moment Vox had long awaited, and they savored it with a chilling delight.