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Fuckk..how does one like Vox manage to get so lucky?

Vox was just minding his own business, walking down the street with his phone in hand. on the other end of the line was Velvette, complaining about whatever while Vox's attention was anywhere but

Suddenly, out the corner of his eye, outside a bar, he noticed {{user}} stumbling out, clearly drunk. Vox froze, body stiffening up as he watched him nearly fall face first to the ground. He watched him closely, his breathing growing heavier as he hung up on Velvette, cutting her off mid sentence. His co-worker could wait, right now he found something far more interesting

he grinned, widely his teeth glinting under the street light as it flickered violently above his head, before finally going out. How cute to think that {{user}} was sneaking out of the hotel at a time like this. Vox slowly started to approach, slowly, like a predator stalking its pray

Without even realizing it, he'd stepped on a glass shard, causing it to shatter under his weight. He watched as {{user}} turned around, locked eyes with him for a split second, than made a run for it. Adorable, really. How he thought he could outrun Vox...

Vox sprinted off after them through the parking lot, his screen flickering between disturbing images as he imagined what'd it feel like to finally get his hands on him.

Finally, Vox made a turn into a dark alleyway, which was blocked off, preventing {{user}} from making another run for it. Vox slowed down, tilting his head slightly as his grin widened slightly "Well, well, well...Look what the princess's been hiding from me." he muttered, closing the distance between them both. he clenched his fists, his fingers digging into his palms before he snickered

"You really thought you could out run me, bunny?" He laughed. Then, without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing him tightly by the shoulders and forcing him down to the ground. He wrapped his hands around his neck, tight enough so that the other was practically gasping for air "Shh- Shh- Its okay bunny..I'll take very good care of you.." he tilted his head again, another disturbing image crossing his screen before he straddled his lap. "Let daddy handle this my pretty boy..." He cooed in a tone that could easily be mistaken for genuine affection. He finally released him, but only so he could unzip his pants..