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Vox paced back and forth in front of Alastor, his steps deliberately slow as he savoured his victory. The Radio Demon was bound to a desk chair, completely at his mercy. Regardless, his posture was relaxed and his expression completely unbothered. Just looking at his face one could have guessed he was just queuing at an ice cream parlour for an extended period of time, contemplating on how much better he could have used this now lost time.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here – the great Alastor, finally brought to heel! I must admit I’m rather impressed with myself.” A soft chuckle escaped Vox and with a flick of his wrist countless monitors lining the walls came to life, noiselessly replaying video footage of Alastor’s capture. “Who would have thought that after all those years you’d end up as my prisoner?”
Alastor didn’t even blink. He just looked towards Vox, completely unfazed. His lips curled in the vaguest hint of a polite smile, like a person hearing an unfunny joke and simply waiting for it to be over.
Turning back to Alastor after rewatching the scenes of his capture, Vox was still the picture of confidence. “Oh, I bet it stings, doesn’t it? The once-grand Radio Demon, now reduced to this! How pathetic! How humiliating!” His grin stretched all the way across his screen as he leaned forward, gripping the desk chair with his hands, tilting it backwards as he towered over the other. “How … poetic!”
“Hmm, a bit dramatic, don’t you think? I must admit your theatrics are…”, Alastor paused, letting his head fall backwards as if contemplating the best adjective, “…exhausting.”
Vox let go, composing himself for a moment. He was the winner here, there was no doubt about it. It was only a matter of time until the other would crack. He couldn’t stay unbothered forever, right?
“You can say whatever you want, but we both know that you’re the failure here”, Vox argued, circling around his captive, then grabbing the back of the desk chair, leaning in to continue in a mockingly sad tone: “You’re really pitiful, you know? The once mighty Alastor, constantly telling everyone how important he is and yet, here you are. A pathetic excuse for a demon, tied up and at my mercy.” He laughed loudly, which elicited the most uncomfortable reaction out of Alastor so far as his ear twitched from the loud sound.
“As opposed to the pathetic excuse of a demon going in circles around me?”, Alastor teased.
This time, Vox didn’t let the comment get to him. “Oh that ridiculous sense of superiority. Useful when you’re at the top, sure, but you really think that will help you now that you’ve hit rock bottom? You should have known that it was only a matter of time before someone took you down a peg or two!”
“Well, I’m still waiting for that…”
“Ugh, you’re really messing up my monologue here”, Vox groaned exasperatedly. “I should put the gag back on you.” He waited for a reaction that never came. “Could you let me finish my thoughts here before you derail the conversation with any more unhelpful comments?”
Alastor pretended to consider it, then answered: “Depends – for how long is this pathetic display going to continue still? If it’s over three minutes, I think I…”
Cables shot towards Alastor, fastening the gag on him. Vox took a deep breath, enjoying the silence before he picked up his monologue again.
“Okay, okay, so where were we? We’ve had your fall from grace, how pathetic you are. Did we have a segment on how outdated you are with parallels on how outdated radio is compared to video?”
Alastor nodded.
Vox sighed. “Obviously we didn’t have that yet. You think I’m stupid enough not to remember what I said a minute ago?”
Alastor nodded again, this time more eagerly.
“Fuck you!”, Vox cursed, feeling even more derailed. He had prepared so many versions of his victory speech over the years, all of them finding the perfect tone to mock and humiliate Alastor, but now that the time had actually come, his monologue was falling apart and he couldn’t even gloat properly.
“You know what, I don’t care about a proper monologue anymore”, Vox lied rather convincingly, “you don’t even deserve it anyway! You’ve spent your entire existence here in hell as the big shot – the one who always comes out on top, the one who is always in control. But now I control you. You’re nothing anymore! You’re a loser, you have no friends, no allies, no-one cares about you and no-one is coming to save your sorry ass!”
Alastor’s eyes moved, silently commenting on the poor structure of the insults.
Gritting his teeth Vox continued: “You’re just a sad joke, you won’t even be remembered in the footnotes of history! You’ve lost everything, including your dignity, not that you had a lot of that in the first place, you pathetic little virgin!”
Humming, Alastor tilted his head slightly to the side as if pondering something. Despite the gag, his smile shone all the way up to his eyes and he lifted his shoulders for a moment as much as the restraints allowed him.
“What?” Vox was thrown off guard again and he hated it. Realising the other couldn’t answer, he quickly removed his gag, then asked again “WHAT?”
“Hmm, I wonder about that…”, Alastor answered, his smile fully stretching across his cheeks.
“About what? What are you wondering about? That you’re a sad joke, that you lost your dignity, that…” Vox’ eyes grew comically large as it occurred to him what insult he had used last. “…wait, are you saying … you’re not … it can’t be!” His voice cracked, a wave of static washing over his screen momentarily. “You’re not a fucking virgin anymore?!”
“You see Vox, there are some things I don’t reveal just to anyone”, Alastor answered casually. “In fact this is one of my best kept secrets – only me and the one other person involved know about it in fact.”
Vox narrowed his eyes, instantly on edge. Now he genuinely didn’t care about his evil monologue anymore. This certainly wasn’t anything he was expecting from the Radio Demon. What sort of a reveal was that about the oh so celibate, infuriatingly asexual Alastor who had dared to reject his advances in the past?!
Vox was totally over that by now of course, especially after he had convinced himself countless times that it wasn’t about him, something surely would have happened back then if Alastor hadn’t made it clear at every turn how absolutely uninterested he was in sex – okay, so now maybe he was not over it all that much anymore because the fucker had dared to have sex with someone else, but not with him! Vox felt the plugs at the back of his screen heating up, electricity surging through them…
“Would you mind untying me before you short-circuit?”, Alastor asked.
Vox forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, allowing the electric currents around him to calm down. Quickly he turned off the distracting monitors around them and instead shone a spotlight on his captive.
Alastor was lying. Obviously he was lying. His only goal was to unsettle Vox, make him go crazy and then fuck up his victory. Yes, definitely. It was a very absurd lie anyway – who would believe it, right? Well, not Vox.
At least he tried very hard not to believe it, while he braced himself to conduct an interrogation.
“Tell me!”, he ordered with a booming voice, attempting to sound intimidating.
Alastor leaned back, giving Vox a long, languid look as if to savour the moment. “I never intended to share the details of this … encounter, but considering my position, I suppose I could make an exception … if you really want to know.”
“Yes, I need to know! Answer me!”, Vox retorted urgently, only realising in hindsight that he was coming on very desperate.
It was difficult not to laugh right in his face, but Alastor gave it his all, forcing his facial features into a teasing smile.
“Alright, but only if you ask nicely. Oh, and you’ll have to let me tell the story at my pace. I advise you to be patient because I’ll only tell you the whole story if you’re … deserving of it.”
Well, this felt wrong. Being told by his own prisoner that he should behave and listen patiently was not anything Vox had seen coming. He couldn’t afford to show any more weakness in front of Alastor.
Vox clenched his fists in frustration while the other lounged comfortably in his restraints, not even breaking a sweat. This was absurd! He should be able to just demand the truth, to torture it out of him, anything that didn’t involve asking nicely. But what if the Radio Demon wouldn’t crack under the pressure? What if he wouldn’t tell him even as he drew his last breath?!
“Well, would you like to know or not?”, Alastor asked, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Alright, fine, just tell me!”, Vox answered decidedly.
Torn between teasing him even more (perhaps he could push Vox even further so that he’d go as far as say please) and moving forward with his plan, Alastor decided for the latter and started telling his story.
“It all began one fateful evening, when I found myself rather vulnerable.” He sighed wistfully. “I’ve never felt just like this before. It was a new sensation for my body and my mind raced, unsure how to … take care of it.”
Alastor paused, enjoying seeing Vox’ eyes glued to him with visible interest. With a shy turn of his head and a soft twitch of his ear, he continued softly: “But in that moment of need, I knew who to seek out to help me in my rather embarrassing state of body. I made sure to encounter no-one as I stumbled to her doorstep.”
“Her?”, Vox repeated, latching onto the revealed information. “A woman? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re straight? Who is she?!”
Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I thought I mentioned I would tell the story at my own pace or not at all. In fact I’m considering stopping right now.”
“What? No!”, Vox exclaimed, once again only trying to reign in his desperation in hindsight. “Come on, I … didn’t mean to bother the flow of your … uh … recollection. Just continue, alright?”
Alastor smiled at how easy this was. He had thought about demanding an apology only at the expected later interruptions of his storytelling, but Vox almost apologised on his own behalf right off the bat. Well, this would be fun.
“So, I as I saying … I was caught in an uncharacteristically weak moment … but then again, don’t we all have weak moments sometimes?”
The evening fog obscured him from view, which was welcome. Breathing heavily Alastor dragged himself forward one step at a time, using his staff as a cane, while he dragged his right leg behind himself. Desperately clutching his abdomen with his other hand, he stumbled forward, trying to tune out the immense pain surging through his body and warm blood soaking through his torn suit at an alarming rate. Her home was just ahead, all he had to do was manage it a few more metres forward…
The door opened before he even reached it. On the threshold stood Rosie, a dressing gown wrapped over her nightshirt. Her expression softened with concern as she saw the wounded Radio Demon in front of her.
“I’m terribly sorry to impose on a lady at such an hour... I know as a gentleman it’s rude to visit unannounced and without even a gift, but…” He groaned, his forced smile twisting into an expression of pure agony, the illusion of confidence shattered as he continued to speak between gritted teeth: “I may need a bit of … assistance.”
“Well, it’s also terribly rude to bleed out on a girl’s doorstep”, Rosie argued, stepping forward to support his body as she guided him inside. “You’re not going anywhere until I get you patched up, mister. Sit now, let me take care of you!”
“What should I say? She welcomed me inside her home with open arms – and I didn’t even bring a gift!”, Alastor recalled. “My mind was a bit hazy and I still wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Up until that moment I had been thoroughly inexperienced with this sort of situation, you know? Thankfully she took the lead, guiding me to sit down…”
Suddenly Alastor stopped.
“Yes? I didn’t say anything, so just continue, will you?”
“My throat is parched. I’m not sure I can continue. Would you be so kind as to bring me a glass of water?”
“Are you … are you fucking kidding me?!”, Vox nearly exploded and then, after a moment of consideration, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and tilted it to the other’s mouth, helping him drink it.
“Thank you, my dear. Now where was I? Oh yes, so she sat me down in a most comfortable armchair and … well, the clothes had to come off eventually, didn’t they? I just didn’t expect her to take charge. She didn’t waste a moment before she disrobed me…”
“Disrobed…”, Vox muttered under his breath, his screen heating up in anticipation.
“I dare say she nearly tore the clothes off me”, Alastor added some details, enjoying how much this got to the other. “First my jacket, my waistcoat and my tie, then the shirt underneath, which was soaked through at this point anyway, sticking uselessly to my body … oh, and afterwards she went right for the trousers – or rather, she urgently pulled everything off in one fell swoop, including my underwear. It was so forward!” He let out a breathy sigh. “I’ve never felt so … exposed. Especially in the state I was in…”
Rosie sighed as she peeled the torn shirt off to get a look at the damage. The worst was definitely the wound in his abdomen and after taking a moment to appreciate how delicious it looked and how easy it would be to cut it open a bit more and get to his intestines, she quickly diverted him of the rest of his clothes.
“You really should learn to pick your battles”, she chastised.
“And here I thought someone made me the most powerful…”, Alastor retorted, gritting his teeth, deciding to bear the pain without crying.
“Well, how’s the other guy?”
“Dead”, he replied flatly.
Her head tilted to the side as if encouraging him to find the logical conclusion himself.
He didn’t answer, too focussed to stay conscious as his body screamed at him that it would be the best idea to just die if it meant escaping the pain, especially when Rosie pressed a cloth to his abdomen to stop the bleeding.
“Well, I’d say you still came out on top – albeit narrowly, I admit”, she reasoned. “Hold still, my dear! You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
Alastor’s silent scream turned into a loud screech as her hands moved over him, giving her best to contain the damage.
“She took such good care of me and she was so thorough! Her hands were all over my body”, Alastor continued his story, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead as he recalled the events. “I tried to stay collected of course, keep some dignity in this delicate situation, but…” He laughed drily. “My own body betrayed me. I wasn’t aware that my voice was capable of such sounds … these primal, guttural sounds, they came right out of my own mouth and there was nothing I could do about it.”
Vox stood in front of his prisoner, listening attentively, the expression on his screen completely still as if frozen.
“Oh, did you shut down or something?”, Alastor teased.
“N-no, I’m just listening!”, Vox answered, immediately in the other’s personal space. “Tell me what happened!”
“Did I mention that she paid a lot of attention … here?” Because of his restraints, he could only vaguely point his eyes towards his abdomen, imagining how the now scarred wound had looked back then.
“Yes, I mean no, you didn’t mention it exactly, but it was … well, I expected as much”, Vox replied matter-of-factly and then, more subdued, dared ask: “How was it?”
“Oh, it was an experience”, Alastor assured him. “I screamed until my voice nearly left me. She was very attentive there and wouldn’t stop! She continued determinedly, not caring that her armchair was at this point downright soaked with my … bodily fluids. Only when she decided she was done, she stopped, lifting herself and proudly observing her work.”
“So, did she … just use her hands? Did she suck you off? Ride you?”
“I thought I was quite clear that I’d tell the story at my leisure or not at all”, Alastor retorted decidedly.
“Well, I wanted to redecorate anyway. I might as well look for a new armchair”, Rosie mused, observing how the piece of furniture had soaked up Alastor’s blood as she lifted the bandaged figure out of it. “Let’s get you to lie down. You’ve had a rough evening!”
Alastor simply nodded and let himself be led to her bedroom, any sort of witty comeback having died on his tongue from pain and exhaustion.
While he sat, wrapped in a bathrobe, at Rosie’s vanity, the woman quickly put down a mattress protector on one side of her bed and took out an extra blanket. She then helped him lie down, wrapping him into multiple blankets and ruffled his hair affectionately, knowing there was not much he could do about it in his weakened state.
“If you ever tell anyone about this…”, Alastor growled weakly.
“Oh honey, don’t worry, I would never”, she promised, making herself comfortable on her side of the bed, petting his head once more because she knew it annoyed him, before finally turning off the lights.
“I was so exhausted, so thoroughly ruined by this experience that I couldn’t go home”, Alastor told Vox whose thoughts were obviously very indecent, but he bit back any sort of question in fear of Alastor threatening to stop talking.
“In hindsight I feel like my pride should have demanded it that I leave after her treatment. After all, she had been in control the entire time and it was not my usual fashion to allow myself to be so vulnerable in front of anyone. But in that moment, I didn’t protest when she led me to her bedroom, I merely nodded and allowed her to handle me in any way she saw fit – placing me in her bed just the way she wanted it and then…”, he suddenly remembered the hair ruffling and head pat. “…ah, no, that is too embarrassing.”
Vox nearly had a blue screen trying to wrap his brain around what could be even more indecent than everything that had happened up to this point.
“What? No! Tell me!”, Vox asked between heavy breaths, feeling much too hot in his suit. “Please, you have to tell me!”
While Alastor hadn’t actually intended to elaborate, but rather felt like the story should come to its conclusion, the image of Vox, his captor, downright begging him for details – begging unprompted even! – made him reconsider.
“Fine”, he gave in easily when he saw Vox sink to the floor next to him, “but you’ll forgive me if I blur the details. While the previous events made me feel vulnerable, this last part was … very condescending.”
“Condescending? Like what … she made you her bitch or something?”
“Oh don’t remind me”, Alastor groaned rather honestly, taken off-guard. Huffing out a breath, he continued, less teasing and more annoyed at this point: “Yes, I am her bitch and she can do anything she wants with me. And of course in that night not only once, but twice she chose some of the most condescending ways to remind me of that fact. Only afterwards she mercifully turned off the lights and allowed me to sleep next to her.”
“Oh wow.” Vox was at a loss of words. He too had noticed the shift in Alastor’s tone and despite the other not being very forthcoming with the details he had a few ideas how this woman – whoever it was – had not only taken the Radio Demon’s virginity that night, but also humiliated him along the way.
“Well, I hope you’re satisfied now”, Alastor huffed, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Who was it?”, Vox demanded to know, though it was rather like begging, seeing as he had completely sunken to to floor at this point, clutching the desk chair that Alastor was bound to desperately.
“What do you mean?”, Alastor replied innocently, having regained his composure quickly.
“Who was this woman? What’s her name? Tell me!”, he pleaded.
“Well, wouldn’t you like to know!”
“Yes, I would, that’s why I’m fucking asking!”, Vox screeched.
“Hmm, alright, I’ll tell you under one condition”, Alastor suggested after taking ample time to pretend to think about it even though he had this exact finale planned out all along, enjoying seeing Vox’ obsession grow, his claws digging into the chair. “I’ll tell you under the condition that you untie me and let me go free!”
“Okay, I’ll … wait, what?!”, Vox snapped back to reality with some difficulty. “Are you seriously that stupid? I should just let you go and you what – shout the name towards me on your way out?”
“Exactly!”, Alastor gave a fake cheer.
Vox scrambled to his feet and laughed loudly. “You think you can make such unreasonable demands? I can just … torture this information out of you, you know that, right?”
Alastor tried to suppress a laugh and failed.
“I can and I will! Just you wait, you stupid, miserable…”
“Ew”, Alastor interrupted the wave of insults, his ears flattening against his head and his eyes narrowing, assuming a disgusted facial expression. “Could you have that repulsive bodily reaction somewhere else please?”
For a moment Vox didn’t understand, but then he followed the other’s gaze pointed right at the core of his body where he was sporting an erection that strained the front of his suit pants. Flushing up he hastily exited the room, ignoring Alastor shouting after him that he should send someone back in here with a bucket to vomit into.
Feeling victorious, Alastor leaned back in his restraints. Now it was only a matter of time. He wondered how long he’d need to wait.
The next day Alastor was back at the hotel, lounging on the sofa, sipping a coffee as if nothing had happened. When he had arrived a few hours prior, everyone was in the middle of preparations to launch an all out attack to rescue him.
He had tried to remain in the shadows a bit longer, listening to Charlie’s rousing speech, but Niffty had spotted him quickly, directing everyone’s attention towards the Radio Demon who was in fact not captured by the Vees anymore.
He swirled the coffee around in his favourite mug, sinking back into the sofa, his eyes lazily focussed on the TV blaring one news special after the next. This was definitely better than being tied to a desk chair for an extended period of time and while it had been fun to watch Vox unravel, he appreciated the relaxation.
“Look at him, he’s trying so hard to look strong and unfazed and … I wonder what happened to him back there”, Charlie sniffled, trying to keep her voice down as she huddled together with the others behind the bar, her eyes only darting over the counter momentarily to look at Alastor sitting a few metres away from them.
“I thought he said that nothing happened”, Vaggie mentioned, unsure why she was squatting behind the bar, spying on Alastor with the others.
“Yea, he obviously doesn’t want to talk about it”, Angel huffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s a defence mechanism. He’ll tell us when he’s ready.”
“Or maybe nothing fucking happened?”, Husk reacted, trying to navigate behind the bar without stepping on anyone.
“He’s obviously deeply traumatised!”, Charlie answered, holding back tears. “Look, he’s watching TV!”
“Alright, that is weird”, Husk admitted, leaning forward to squint at the screen.
Vox was personally on TV talking to the camera, a photo of the overlord Rosie plastered into the top right corner.
“Don’t be fooled! This woman might look gentle, but behind that facade is a ruthless predator, always looking for her next victim to manipulate and control. And once you fall in her clutches – ha! – just look for yourself!”
The footage showed scenes from what seemed to be a community festival over in Cannibal Town where Rosie ceremoniously carved open some corpses, accompanied by screams of terror – thanks to Vox dubbing what was originally the people cheering for their overlord.
“You saw that, folks, right?”, Vox seamlessly continued talking from the studio after the quite obviously edited video. “But let me be clear…. There will be no tolerating that any longer, not on my watch! The truth will come out and Rosie will be exposed for what she really is. A danger to the very fabric of our society!”
Clasping his hands together in mock solemnity, Vox smiled into the camera. “Remember, my good people of Hell, Vox enterprises is always here to bring you the truth. And you can trust me when I say – Rosie has been exposed for the fraud that she is. Don’t fall for her act. I know I won’t!”
Suddenly the phone at the reception rang. Quickly Charlie rushed towards it, picking it up with her usual smile. Just as suddenly the smile vanished and, putting a hand over the receiver, she shouted across the room: “Alastor, it’s for you! It’s Rosie!”
“Er … would you mind telling her I’m not available at the moment?”, he smiled tensely, trying to hide by sinking down into the sofa. A moment later he felt his throat constricting, an invisible chain pulling him towards the phone quite urgently. “Actually I just wanted to get up anyway!”, he sing-sang, hurrying over and taking the receiver from Charlie.
The princess went back to the others who had started to get up awkwardly from behind the bar.
“Rosie, darling, what a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honour?”, Alastor asked with fake cheerfulness. Even though the other’s couldn’t hear Rosie’s side of the conversation, the weight of displeasure could be felt in the entire foyer.
“What is going on?”, Vaggie asked, confused. Charlie just shrugged.
“Oh those are some not very ladylike words you’re using”, Alastor commented with a hearty laugh, “yes, of course I can understand the frustration.” He gently placed the receiver on the counter, sauntered over to the table to pick up his coffee, while Rosie’s measured but angry voice continued on the other end of the line.
Picking up the receiver again, Alastor hummed along, lazily agreeing to what was said while mostly focussed on enjoying his warm drink.
“Oh that is easy to answer!”, Alastor finally talked again, a wide grin splitting his face. “I only told him the truth!”
With those parting words he quickly hung up.