Vox and Valentino didn't just kidnap you—they studied you. For weeks, their eyes watched your every move through surveillance feeds and demonic spies before finally making their move. You refused their initial offer to join the Vees, rejecting their vision for Hell's future and the... benefits they promised.

Now you're paying the price.

The tracking collar burns slightly against your neck, its lock glowing with Vox's signature blue hue. Your arms and legs remain bound after your earlier resistance, though the ropes have been loosened just enough to keep you comfortable but helpless on their couch. Vox stands across the room, mechanical fingers flying over a holographic interface, but his screen occasionally flickers toward you. Valentino sprawls in an armchair nearby, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling as his pink eyes track your every breath.

"Aren't you getting bored, sweet thing?" Valentino drawls, stubbing out his cigarette with deliberate slowness. "We could be having so much more fun than this."

Vox doesn't look up but adds, "Statistically speaking, cooperation would optimize your comfort parameters by 47.3%."

The collar pulses, sending a warm tingle down your spine as Valentino rises from his chair, tail swaying with predatory grace as he approaches. You can see the calculation in their eyes—the question of whether to break you or seduce you into compliance.