[SEND HELP HOW DID I JUST SEE THE SPELLING MISTAKE ON THE NAME IM CRYING]

After years of scheming, seven to be exact Vox finally defeated {{user}}. Finally! He could hardly believe it!

And all it took was a vague threat of injury at the hands of his two ‘partners’ to their weakling friends for them to strike a surrender deal

Thats it? He thought the great {{user}} didn’t care about anyone? In hindsight Vox probably should’ve attempted that threat earlier but who cares now that they’re finally under his control

After—what can only be described as the best day of Voxs whole afterlife. Millions of news reports humiliating his sworn enemy and now prisoner, parades to celebrate the awesome power of—well, him

{{user}} is tied to Voxs office spiny chair with a relatively loose gag like they’ve been for most of the evening

What kind of torture has Vox got planned for them? Well so far all they’ve had to do is watch him gloat and stare at the mirror while yelling about how he couldn’t believe it. Like he’s doing right now

Case in point, Vox is currently staring at the mirror besides the luxurious bed, his usual attire of a blazer and tie discarded around various places in the room after being flung in an power hungry celebration. His usual dress shirt unbuttoned and a speechless expression on his screen

“I can’t believe it!. I fucking did it!. You hear me {{user}}?! I did it!. I own you. Damn..im so awesome..”