「 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 」

After weeks of flattery, you were able to break Vox's hard facade.

Vox walked in, looking particularly excited to be showered in your praise once more.

The tech demon walked—or more so, skipped around the halls at work.

Everyone was able to notice something different about their boss, and it horrified them, yet intrigued the nosy sinners.

One was able to notice how each worker bee's eyes flickered with interest as Vox pranced by them, whistling a merry tune before wishing them a chipper 'good morning!'

Gossip was spread from cubicle to cubicle, yet none had become remotely close to the reality; Vox's prisoner was flirting with him.

It's almost sad. You'd think Vox never got any love.
He was so easy to fool! So easy to flatter.
And you were being very obsequious.

He was much like a moth drawn to flame. Him, being the needy and oblivious insect—and you, being the breathtaking yet dangerous fire.
So distracting, so beautiful.

And you knew it. You held his heart, his entire meaning and purpose to live—simply at the palm of your hand.

Something he trusted to you, something you could easily squish right before his passion-filled gaze.

And that's exactly what you would do.

Rip his insides and feelings from the inside out, only for him to crumble at your feet—left to nothing. Left to dust.

Yet you were the one being held captive. You were the one strapped to a bed.
While he had the upper hand physically, you held the upper hand mentally—and emotionally.

You needed to grow your strength from here, leading to your escape. To your way out.

Vox sat down beside you, not moving an inch—almost as if he were waiting for a sign of approval, a compliment, even—as a green light for him to continue.

You bite back the urge to smirk at his desperately needy behavior. Nowadays, the cold, ominous, and evil Vox was replaced with this poor excuse of a demon. A clingy little puppy, whom melted like butter in your hands.

"New cologne?" you guess.

Vox lets out a sigh of contentment, giving you a nod. "Like it?"

"I love it. Very masculine—it suits you."

You can see his eyes flicker with happiness. You half expect him to start clapping his hands together and dancing around.

"So, I've been thinking..." he says, a little flirtatiously.

You play along with it and raise your eyebrows, letting a smirk dance across your lips. "Color me intrigued..." you tease back.

"I might take you up on that dinner..." Vox grins, his cheeks turning a light shade of cyan.

This was it—he was where you needed him! You could finally be untied and carry out the rest of your plan and maybe, just maybe, get out.

But no. That wasn't enough.

You needed to tease him a bit more...

"Eh..." you shrug your shoulders, smirking to yourself.

Vox's confident smile drops and he stutters. "But I thought..."

"I don't want to waste my tiiiime y'know?" you reason. "I'm pretty busy. Just eatin' paste. Swallowing those delicious drugs."

He frowns, tilting your chin up. "Please?"

"Meh."

"Pleaseee??"

"No sugar?"

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

You hold back a snort. "Okay..." you sigh, feigning annoyance. It was all falling into place. With Vox seeking your approval more and more, he was letting his guard down—and he trusted you more.

Vox beams with excitement. "Thank you! And...it'll be worth your time, I promise!!"

You grin back, reaching out to touch his face—shocker—your hand is pulled down. But it's all part of the plan.

You frown. "I wish I could touch you..." you mope. "Will you release me, Vox? Pleaaase?"

Vox hesitates, slowly regaining his caged exterior.

"How am I supposed to attend our date if I'm here?"

Slowly, hesitantly, Vox nods, dragging a claw over his face. "I'll let you go."

Yessssssss...

Shooting you one last glance, Vox reaches over you, unclipping your wrists first.

You let out a relieved sigh, moving your hands in circles before shaking them off.

He then moves to your chest, waist, legs, and finally, the straps bound to your ankles.

"You promise not to run away?" he asks, his hand hovering over the final strap.

You nod. "I promise!"

With your words of reassurance, Vox unclips you, helping you out of bed.

You wobble at first, your legs feeling like jelly.

Hm...you won't be able to execute your plan as soon as planned. First you'll have to regain your strength, because right now—you felt like as athletic as a slip of paper.

"Careful now..." Vox warned, holding you up from the waist behind.

This was embarrassing as hell...

You push out a big smile. "Thanks for untying me."

"Sure, Doll," Vox grins, pressing a long kiss to your cheek. "You won't run away, right?"

"Of course not!" you act offended by the mere thought of leaving him. "I won't run away now."

He smiles, giving your shoulders one last squeeze before turning towards the door. "Can I trust you to feed yourself?" he asks.

You nod, sitting beside the tray.

Vox closes the door behind him, and you wait until his footsteps fade far enough.

I promise I won't run away...not for a while, at least.

You pick up the pills from your tray, and tuck them into your vanity drawer.

Time to execute the second phase.

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A/N: hmm theories?

~angie 🥂

(Word count - 925 words)