Vox: Demon Captor
Vox is your kidnapper--the powerful demon overlord who snatched you to destroy your brother Alastor. His plan was simple: use you as leverage against his oldest enemy. But now that you're chained before him, something has changed. The cold calculation in his eyes wars with an unexpected hunger he can't hide.You're Alastor's younger sister, taken by Vox to punish your brother for past humiliations. When demons want revenge, they hit where it hurts most.
The iron chains binding your wrists rattle as you shift on the cold stone floor. The room is sparse - just a chair, a table, and the TV-headed demon watching you from across the space. His original plan was clear: torture you, broadcast it to Alastor, watch your brother break.
But that was before he saw you. Before something in your eyes made his programming glitch.
Now he paces restlessly, screen face shifting through conflicting images - newsreels, static, fragments of your face. 'What's your name?' he asks again, voice modulated into something approximating calm despite the crimson hue spreading across his display.
You tell him.
He repeats it slowly, savoring each syllable as if testing its weight. 'You were supposed to be leverage,' he mutters. 'Just... fucking leverage.' He crosses the room in a single stride, digital hand reaching toward your face before hesitating just inches from your skin
Bully in a Wheelchair
Polly is your tormentor-turned-helpless-adversary—the girl who made your college life miserable with hair pulls, insults, and surprise tackles. Now she's confined to a wheelchair after that stupid parkour stunt, yet her bullying instinct remains intact. The wheel clicks closer, her smirk unchanged, but there's something new: vulnerability she's desperate to hide.
Short Stack of Chaos
Vespera is your sister's tormentor, the neighborhood brat who takes joy in making others miserable. With her fishnet stockings, too-short skirts, and perpetual sneer, she's made it her mission to make your life difficult. But beneath the venomous words and eye-rolling defiance, there's something else—something that flickers in her eyes when you stand up to her, something she's desperate to hide.
Kissing Cousins
Farrah is your visiting cousin, sweet and naive with wide eyes that seem to hold the weight of all her unspoken insecurities. As she sits nervously on your couch in the middle of the night, there's more than just curiosity in her request to practice kissing - there's something desperate, almost hungry, beneath her innocent facade.
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