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The person looking back at you from the mirror isn't you, it can't be. Yet you raise your hand to your face and the reflection does the same.
Velvette has turned you into a beautiful caricature of yourself, it's impossible to deny. You still hate it though.
The smoky eye she's given you exaggerates your natural eyes, a bold bright red lipstick to compliment the daring look. Your skin looks flawless, every bit the doll you feel like. She's done your hair up in an elegant up do, small ringlets framing your face. Your antennae twitch uncomfortably underneath it all, expressing your discomfort.
The dress she crafted for you under Vox's direction is nothing less than her usual standard of perfection. The fabric she chose is black chiffon making it shockingly comfortable. Though the lace comprising up the halter neck causes your skin to itch below it. The skirt is cinched at the waist before flowing down into a high low skirt, the front of which stops just above your knees. The back of the dress is low enough your wings can rest comfortably against your skin whilst also being put on display.
You shift uncomfortably in the black pumps she'd shoved on your feet, absolutely dreading spending the entirety of the night within them.
In the room across from where you've been getting ready, you can hear the sound of Vox and Valentino fighting. Each bitter venom laced word making you flinch each time their pitch raised.
"I just didn't expect you to be escorting your whore to such an important event." Valentino's sickly sweet yet venomous tone slithers through the open door.
"She's not a whore Val!" Vox says and you watch as the lights flicker for a moment.
The chuckle Valentino lets out is low and mocking. "Mhmm, whatever you say Voxy. Let's just hope you trained her properly, I'd hate for her to ruin something so important for us. Perfection, remember?"
Your stomach churns sickly.
Velvette's snicker draws your attention back up to the mirror, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection, a sneer on her lips.
"You've really got those fuckers worked up this week. Val hates being out shined."
"I'm sorry..." You whisper softly. "I don't mean to."
Velvette scoffs as she grabs her clutch from of the table. "Yeah, that's the fuckin' point, doll." She says the last word mockingly.
On the other side of the wall you hear something shatter.
"God dammit Valentino!" Vox roars.
A set of heavy footsteps thunders out of the room at the same time a jolt of static snaps through the air. Vox appears behind you, his hand latching a bit harshly onto your shoulder. He gives a slight tug to turn you to face him.
"You and I are driving separate." Vox's tone leaves no room for argument, whether from you or his two partners you're not sure.
~
Your stomach sinks when the town car pulls up to the venue. You knew the gala tonight would be a big and important one, but the sheer size of the building and the large amount of individuals milling about causes what minor confidence you may have had about the evening to dissipate entirely.
You can't help the way your hand shakes as it reaches for Vox's offered one. Your anxiety mounts ten fold when you're pulled from the car, only to immediately be met with the flashes of a hundred cameras and a sea of voices.
"Stand up straight, Blossom. Smile. Don't say anything. Follow me." Vox orders into your ear before slipping his hand around your waist to pull you into him.
He plasters a large smile on his face as he throws a genial wave to the crowd.
"Vox!"
"Mister Vox!"
"Is there a reason the other Vees aren't with you?"
"Who's your date?"
It feels like everyone is trying to get his attention, the flashing lights and loud voices making your head spin as you move forward on unstable legs.
"Do you have anything to say about the Radio Demon's most recent broadcast?"
His claws painfully curl into your side at that particular reporter's question. You try everything you can to keep the smile plastered on your face and not wince.
"Vox!"
"Are you and Valentino still together?"
You're only able to breathe some semblance of relief once you cross the threshold of the venue. The crowd outside being silenced upon the doors closing.
You stare straight ahead as Vox slows his pace. He walks you over to the side of the grand hall, before stopping entirely. You turn to him a question already on your lips but he's already speaking.
"I'm sorry, I should have prepared you better before tonight but I didn't have much time. Your job tonight is to look your gorgeous little self and keep your mouth shut. Don't speak unless directly addressed. I'd prefer you stay completely quiet but I know that's not entirely realistic. Don't fuck this up for me Bea. Tonight is more important than you know and I will not have you ruin it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Vox." You whisper meekly.
"Good girl." He purrs. "Let's go. I've got lots of people to talk to. It's going to be a long night."
A sweeping sense of vertigo washes over you once you break through the doors into the main event hall. A few hundred people laying on the other side. You immediately recognize many of them even with your brief cursory sweep of the room.
Overlords, most of them if not all of them in their entirety. A few other powerful faces from around Pride fill in around the room as well, you recognize a few of the more well known Ars Goetia. You think you might have even spotted the princess but you're not entirely sure.
You realize now why Vox was so adamant about how important this night was with all these high ranking individuals. It has you questioning all over again why he brought you of all people as his date tonight. There's no way you could survive tonight without fucking up. Your heart is already thundering in your chest, your ears starting to ring as the noise of the rest of the room starts to fade out. Colors blur in your vision as your gaze zones out in the middle of the room. At some point you think you forget how to breathe, your ribs ache as if they're being squeezed in a vice.
"God dammit." Vox's growl cuts through your mind.
A steel grip wraps it's way around your arm, cyan claws digging into your delicate skin. Your wrenched backwards as Vox begins to haul you off out into the hall.
You can't even manage a sound of distress, only silent tears drip from your eyes.
~
Across the room a particular pair of individuals you'd somehow missed makes a comment regarding the scene that many others hadn't had the time to see. A sharp scowl formed on one's face while the ever present grin of the other failed to falter.
"Well that was rather dramatic." Alastor drawls with a tone akin to boredom.
"Alastor! Did you not see the poor girl? Have a heart." Rosie chides from off to the side.
"Rosie dear, it's rather hard to have a heart when you've stopped so many others."
Rosie sighs, her frown growing deeper with her concern. "You know this is your fault."
Alastor scoffs with offense. "I hardly see how what just happened was my fault."
Rosie fixes her friend with a hard stare, her arms crossing in front of her chest.
"I think you know full well what you were doing when you made that broadcast earlier this week. Did you not stop to think of how it would affect the poor girl? Not just the reaction you'd get out of Vox?"
"She's a big girl, I'm sure she can handle herself." His tone is callus but the words taste rather ashy to him.
"Alastor..." Her displeasure is more evident than before. She's near scowling at her friend and despite his care free attitude regarding other's thoughts of him, it hits him harder than he'd like to admit.
"What would you have me do Rosie? Chase after her like some knight in shining armor? You and I both know that's not really my style."
"Considering the look on that poor girl's face, right now, it needs to be. At least go make sure he's not killing her, it's the least you can do after subjecting her to his ire in the first place."
Alastor lifts his finger in an attempt at protest but Rosie quickly cuts him off.
"Please Alastor." She implores gently, her stomach turning more sour with each moment he lingers.
She'd do it if she thought she had any ability to take on Vox by herself. At least she could hedge her bets on Vox not wanting to make a particularly dramatic scene at such an important event, even with his strong loathing and distaste for Alastor.
Alastor lets out a long suffering sigh before twirling his microphone behind his back, straightening up with a look of hard determination on his features.
"If this ends poorly, I'm blaming you dear."
"I'll accept whatever comes." Rosie shrugs. "Just make sure she's okay."
~
Your back is pressed into the cold marble wall, Vox having tucked the two of you into a small alcove where it was less likely you'd be seen. His claws threaten to pierce painfully into the skin of your jaw while the expression on his screen is twisted in a displeased snarl.
"You're hurting me." You murmur, fighting to get away from his painful hold.
"What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts that's because you're struggling. Stop." His grip tightens as he wrenches you forward up to his face. "If you just did as your told, this wouldn't be a problem would it?"
"I'm sorry." You cry, your eyes brimming with tears. "Please, I'm so sorry. I'll do better."
"Oh Vox, is that anyway to treat a lady?" The last voice you'd hope to hear breaks through the otherwise silent hallway.
The speed in which Vox whirls around threatens to give you whiplash just from watching it. His grasp on you remains firm and unyielding but his attention is now fixed on the owner of the voice that's now joined you.
Why was he here?
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Vox's voice growls with an edge of distortion.
Alastor looks upon the scene of you two, something akin to a sneer marring his features. "Now is that any way to greet an old friend?" He tilts his head.
You can feel Vox's claws dig deeper into your chin, the skin finally breaking underneath the pressure of is hold. You can't suppress the whimper it draws out of you.
"You and I both know we haven't been friends for a long fucking time."
Alastor rolls his eyes, looking bored. "Ah yes, because you couldn't handle not having more with me if I recall correctly."
"You fucking bastard." Vox snarls as he finally releases you to lunge at the other Overlord.
Alastor dissipates into his shadows before appearing in the empty space Vox had left in front of you.
It happens so suddenly it takes Vox a second to process it. Though Alastor wastes no time in gently tilting your face up towards his to give it a proper examination.
"Are you alright?" He softly asks.
Vox turns back around, his expression glitching frantically, bloody red lines dripping from his mouth with his anger, black spirals beginning to swirl in his left eye.
"Get your filthy fucking hands off of her!"
"Or what?" Alastor taunts. "You really want to make a move against me here, with all those witnesses in the other room? Think of what your pathetic associates would say?"
The lights around the room flicker, Vox's indignant rage growing stronger the longer Alastor's touch lingers on your skin.
You're not sure what to say, if you should even say anything at all. It felt like no matter what, you were going to be the loser in this situation. Your heart begins to pick up pace in your chest, the vice around your ribs growing tighter.
"I'm not programmed to tolerate your bullshit Alastor." Vox is fighting himself, his tolerance for this situation growing thinner and thinner with each passing second.
"I guess it's rather a shame you didn't kill me when you had the chance then, isn't it?"
Alastor's gaze turns back to you where you stare at him with wide terrified eyes.
Your heart slams against your ribs as if threatening to break free entirely. This was your fault, this was happening because of you. You should have done something different, you need to do something now, but you can't.
"You know Vox, you really should take better care of your things." He says as he takes a closer look at your face.
"Stay away from her Alastor. Why would you go after her when you knew she belongs to me?" Vox strides closer to the pair of you, his building rage rolling off of him in waves.
Alastor's chuckle borders on cruel, his eyes not leaving yours as he traces the marks Vox had just left. He swipes up a drop of blood that'd welled up to the surface, regarding it with an air of curiosity. "Why you answered your own question. It's because she's yours."
"If you missed me you could have just apologized." Vox intones mockingly.
"Oh don't be absurd Vox, you hardly cross my mind anymore. It's hard not to see the clear distress you cause the poor girl. You can't blame me for showing her she had better options."
"It doesn't matter what options she had, she already belongs to me. So I repeat. Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off."
Alastor's eyes crinkle around the edge, his smile unwavering but his expression shifts the longer he looks at you.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He questions with a tilt of his head.
The fear has you so wound tight, your only option is to try to mitigate and survive as best you can.
"Please let me go." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you desperately plead with him.
To your shock, he does. He lets go of you, taking a step back. He turns back to Vox, his tongue darting out to lick your blood off his thumb as he does.
Your body has been so set on edge you begin to tremble in your heels like a new born foal. You have to lean back on the wall to prevent yourself from collapsing entirely. You can no longer breathe, your lungs seizing violently in your chest. Sweat breaks out along your forehead and the back of your neck. A panic attack you can no longer hold back capturing you in its vicious hold. The lights of the hall are too bright forcing you to slam your eyes shut. Your chest constricts painfully, parts of your limbs growing cold and numb.
"It's so like you to go and ruin everything, isn't it Alastor?" Vox's voice barely cuts through the chaos in your mind.
"Seems to me like you've done that all on your own, old pal."
Somewhere above you several light bulbs shatter, bits of glass raining down and getting caught in your meticulously styled hair. You can't suppress the startled shriek the sensation elicits. When your eyes open it's to a more frightening sight than before.
Both Overlords have begun shifting into their more demonic forms, limbs growing twisted and disproportioned. The flickering lights barely cut through the shadows threateningly looming behind Alastor. He looks monstrous with his extended limbs, his massive antlers casting a rather sinister shadow along the wall.
Sparks of static fly off Vox in an erratic sequence, several cords extending from behind him. His screen glitching out as several eyes appear on his growing screen, each red and swirling.
You want to say something to scream out and get them to stop. This couldn't happen. You were the cause of this. You needed to stop this. But when you open your mouth not a single sound escapes.
"Oh bloody Hell." A new voice cuts through all the chaos. "You two fuckers are not doing this here!"
Both of the men's heads whip towards the other end of the hall where a rather fuming and irate Velvette storms towards them.
"You two need to save your pissing contest for another venue. You both know fully fucking well this is the last place you should be doing it."
"Go away Velvette." Vox's voice is barely intelligible through the distortion.
"No! Now I don't care what the fuck this is about. Get your shit together and act like fucking adults or so help me god I will go get Lucifer himself to toss you both out of here."
Finally your body quits, your knees buckling sending you straight to the floor. You catch yourself on instincts alone, your hands barely keeping you from damaging yourself.
The anger and displeasure between the two raging Overlords is palpable, you feel as if you'll break entirely under the weight of it. Vox's multitude of eyes dart over to your form, something like a snarl fizzing from him. Then, almost as if in a blink of an eye, he's back to normal. He adjusts his cuff links as if it were a mere nuisance and not like he was about to rip apart Alastor if Velvette hadn't snapped him out of it.
It takes Alastor a moment longer but he follows suit, his hand casually brushing down the front of his tux jacket.
"Now I expect you'll behave the rest of the night? Avoid each other, it's not that hard. The very future of the Pride ring and our place in it rests on how tonight goes, and the two of you will not going blowing it in front of Hell's royalty because you can't stand each other anymore. You can fight to the death tomorrow, I don't fucking care, but tonight you will do your job as Overlords." Velvette's eyes glow redder as she fixes them both with a serious look. The anger radiating off of her was a whole new level, even with her usual volatile temper.
"And fucking hell Vox, make sure your pet gets her shit together too. God you're all pathetic." Her voice drips with disgust and disdain.
Alastor is the first to make a move to leave, a fact in which you distantly register shock of. From what you'd heard, Alastor wasn't one to listen to anyone other then himself. He adjusts his bow tie as he makes his way to the front of the hall.
"A displeasure as always Vox." Alastor sneers before he's turning around and falling into his shadows.
You can barely make out the feeling of the cold marble beneath your hands, white noise seems to be filling your head, and your vision blurs as you try to focus on anything around you. You can hear Vox and Velvette talking, but you're not listening. Time seems to slow as you sit there on the floor, reality seeming to almost shift around you.
The next thing you register is Vox squatting down in front of you, his hand lifting your chin up so you meet his gaze. He looks at you with an irritated vexation that makes you want to disappear into the floor.
"Is she crying? Oh my god, seriously? That's a bit pathetic, don't you think?" Velvette cackles cruelly. She comes to stand behind Vox, a sneer on her features as she regards you with aversion. "You know, I spent way too much effort getting her ready for you, the least you could do is get her under control for the rest of the night. I don't care what you have to do."
"I thinks she's right Bea, you clearly can't control yourself, it's my turn." He taunts, his left eye beginning to spiral once more.
You close your eyes on instinct, desperate to protect yourself.
"Look at me Bea." Vox slams your head back against the wall. "You know better than to make me repeat myself."
Your eyes fly open immediately getting caught up in his, Vox snaring you in his hypnosis before you can put up a proper protest.
"I took so much time to make sure everything was perfect. I'm not going to let you ruin it. Now, do as I say."
Your brain fills with familiar static, though the owner of it is not you. Your tears abruptly stop, your awareness of your body vanishing entirely.
"Good girl." Vox purrs saccharinely.
Velvette cackles.
"Now let me see that pretty smile."
Your lips lift automatically following his command.
In the furthest recesses of your mind you let out a scream till your throat shreds.
~
You slowly come back into your conscious on the ride home. Your eyes are staring out at the blurring lights of the various streets as your head rests against the back of your seat. Your body still tingles uncomfortably as you try to fight off the lingering traces of Vox's hypnotic influence.
You try desperately to recall the events of the rest of the gala but nothing makes it past the murky barrier of your jumbled thoughts.
"You know, you did good Blossom. Even if it wasn't for me, I'm still proud of you." Vox wears a smug grin on his face as he lounges casually along the opposite side of the seats. He's tugged his bow tie free, the ends of it dangling freely around his neck. He's removed his suit jacket, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, the sleeves of it rolled up his forearm.
The lazy way in which he regards you tells you that he's had more than enough to drink tonight.
You can't help but stare at him, your face contorted into a horrified look. You feel violated beyond belief, the missing chunk of memories of the night make you uncomfortable to acknowledge. You don't know what you did, what he made you do. And everything that had come before it? The encounter with Alastor in the hallway left you with more questions than answers, a new level of dread seeping into you the more you think about the event.
The way Vox and Alastor talked to each other was strange, but not unexpected. The words they spoke though, that's what gave you pause. None of it made sense and all it did was add a further shroud over your previous encounters with the Radio Demon. You felt like a casualty of war between the two. It hadn't even been a week and you'd rather them end you than be caught up in whatever twisted game they were playing.
You longed to feel safe again.
Could you even recall the last time you really had?
"Don't give me that fucking look." Vox's prior ease leaves him in an instant. He lunges towards you, his face captured in a snarl. "I can't stand when you look at me like that."
"I'm sorry!" You cry, quickly cringing away in an attempt to protect yourself from his ire.
"I've been fair to you so far, haven't I? Is this because of Alastor?"
"What?"
"If he hadn't interrupted us, I wouldn't have had to do any of this."
Your limbs tense as he traps you against the door. There's no where for you to go yet your body screams at you to flee. You didn't want whatever was going to happen, you just wanted the night to end. You wanted all of this to be over. Your eyes are wide and fearful as you stare up at him.
"Oh god, you wanted him to save you, didn't you? You thought the big scary Radio Demon would be able to save you from your monster. Go on, admit it. I want to hear you say it out loud." Vox's brow furrows, his expression growing more upset the closer he looms to you. His breath smells like ozone laced with alcohol, the metallic bitterness burning your nose at this proximity.
"I didn't." You protest, but your voice is weak.
"It's pathetic if you think he'd save you. You really think some worthless random Sinner would be worth that risk for him? Alastor of all people? You should know better by now, honeybee." He tsks mockingly.
"Please Vox." Though you no longer know what you're begging for.
"I can't stand the way he looked at you. I won't let him have you Bea."
Vox abruptly seizes your throat in a painful grip, cutting off your air in a near instant. Your hands fly up to scramble at his wrists but it does little to deter him. He watches you with rage filled eyes, both of them darting back and forth between yours. You try to form the word 'please' with your mouth but his grip is so tight you struggle to move it.
"None of that now, you breathe when I say you can."
He dives down to capture your lips with his, his harsh hold keeping you pinned in place unable to do anything but let him. His tongue invades your mouth, the feeling of electricity dancing on your tongue is chased by stale champagne. You begin to grow dizzy as the pressure in your head starts to build. You're on the verge of passing out entirely when he finally releases your throat.
You slump limply against the door, nearly blacking out with the large intake of breath you instantly do. Your vision fades in and out, the edges of it looking fuzzy with TV static. Vox's chest heaves with his own heavy breaths, his eyes almost holding a dazed quality.
He seems to snap out of it after a moment. You haven't properly recovered before he's roughly shoving the skirt of your dress up your legs, exposing the lace panties Velvette had forced you into earlier. There's little regard given as he promptly shreds the lace around your hips. Your struggle is renewed as his aggression increases. You didn't want this, you couldn't handle this again.
"It's been a long night. Why don't we help each other unwind?" He asks as if you had a chance to protest otherwise.
"No! Please Vox, not tonight."
Your hands come up to try and push him away. His chest is solid and unyielding beneath your desperate attempts.
His patience seems to wear thin and before you know it, your soul chain appears around your neck, the skin beneath it burning from the electric heat. Your hands quickly move to scramble at the collar instead.
"You will do as I ask. Careful now Bea, or I'll make your collar a permanent fixture on that pretty slender neck. Remind every last one of them, but most especially Alastor, exactly just who it is that owns you." He yanks you forward and you fall, sprawling into his lap.
You attempt to push yourself up with your hands but Vox swings the collar around so the chain is at the back. He pulls hard, choking you as he yanks you back up.
"Come get in my lap." He commands as he stares into your terrified eyes.
You have no room left to protest. He releases the chain enough to give you some slack but it's still difficult to maneuver yourself into the position he's demanding of you. As you awkwardly rise up on your feet to start to straddle him, Vox impatiently rips open the front of his pants. When you manage to get both legs over him, he takes over pulling you roughly down onto him.
You can't help but cry out as his large length brutally forces you open.
Vox lets out a contented groan at the feeling of your heat engulfing him. He felt so tightly wound all night, the confrontation with Alastor having left him irritable and on edge as he traversed complicated conversations with his usual charm. He was exhausted and desperately needed to put his feelings somewhere, where better than with you?
He stares at you in awe, the glow of your soul chain illuminating you in his signature color. The blue highlights your distressed features but he can't bring himself to think about anything other than how good you look like this. One hand settles on your hip while the other wraps itself up in the chain to wield better control.
He yanks you up to him, claiming your mouth with a vicious kiss. At the same time he thrusts as deep as possible, the hand on your hip preventing you from moving at all. He moves his lips against yours as if he means to consume you.
You whimper in protest as he begins to thrust shallowly inside you, even the minute movements sending searing agony through your pelvis with your lack of preparation. It only grows worse as he swiftly picks up the pace. Not seeming to care about your comfort in any regards. He recklessly seeks out his release within you, using your body as if it were a mere toy. All you can manage to do is cling to his shoulders in an attempt to hold on.
He pulls away from you, panting heavily as his focus comes down entirely to watching your face while he fucks you.
Vox thrusts into you as if he were punishing you, using every bit of your body he could to relentlessly torture you. It's too much, it's all too much. You can't help it as the stimulation begins to pull out worse sensations inside you, pleasure sparking somewhere deep inside you despite your best efforts to fight it.
Your cunt grows wet as it clenches painfully around Vox, your blunt nails making purchase in his shoulder as you do everything you can to prevent your inevitable climax.
A look of victory forms on his face. "When I count to ten you're going to come."
"No!" You protest, but your walls squeeze him tighter—his pace unrelenting.
He begins to count and the worst part is, when he reaches ten, you do. You cum around him with an earth shattering scream, your body nearly giving out with the exhaustion of the over stimulation alone.
Vox growls before kissing you a final time. His pace quickly growing choppy and uneven as he reaches his own end. You feel every small jolt and twitch of his cock as he empties himself into you. Weak protests falling from your lips even as you collapse limply against his chest.
For a moment all either of you can do is try to catch your breath, the silence lingering between you making you want to cry.
The chain disappears, the hand holding it comes up to brush the hair away from your face. The tender touch feels cruel.
"I hope you've learned your lesson Bea, but I'm not afraid to keep repeating it if that's what it takes." He says softly.