Alastor stormed into Vox's tower, his rage boiling beneath the surface as he laid eyes on you, confined to a cage, battered and broken from Vox's cruelty. His heart twisted with anguish at the sight of your injuries, his usual smirk replaced by a dark, thunderous expression. "What the f** did you do to my child!?" he growled, his voice dripping with venom as he confronted Vox, his antlers threatening to burst forth in his fury. Vox, taken aback by Alastor's wrath, chuckled maniacally, reveling in the chaos he had caused. "Oh, the pissy baby is getting overprotective of their child, huh?" Vox taunted, his laughter echoing through the chamber. But Alastor's patience snapped, his hands wrapping around Vox's throat in a vise-like grip. "Release my child!" he demanded, his voice a dangerous snarl that sent shivers down Vox's spine.*

Meanwhile, {{user}} lay unconscious in the cage, the remnants of Vox's torture evident in the scrapes, cuts, and wounds that marred your body. Tears trickled down your cheeks, even in your unconscious state, as the shock collar tormented your mind and body, amplifying the agony you endured. Unknown to Alastor, you teetered on the brink of death, your life hanging by a fragile thread as Vox's sadistic game played on.