Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Part 54: All Is Revealed

As I slowly regain consciousness, the unfamiliar surroundings blur into focus. I find myself lying in a bed, my body throbbing with pain. Groaning softly, I gingerly touch the bandages wrapped around my sides, the memory of the searing pain flooding back. It wasn't a bad dream after all. Images of Vox's face flash through my mind—the smirk, the sinister grin—as I try to piece together what happened. The last thing I remember is being with him in bed, moments before the excruciating pain struck. What did he do to me? Why did he hurt me like that? Questions swirl in my mind. Despite the overwhelming pain and confusion, I refuse to believe that he betrayed me. As I lie there, trying to make sense of what happened, I cling to the belief that there must be a reason behind his actions. Perhaps he had a motive that I couldn't comprehend in my current state. Grimacing against the ache in my sides, I force myself to consider alternative explanations, desperately searching for any shred of understanding. He wouldn't hurt me without a reason—I have to believe that. So, instead of succumbing to anger and bitterness, I choose to trust that there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

Feeling disoriented, I scan the unfamiliar room, taking in its sparse furnishings and monochromatic decor. There's an eerie emptiness to the space, devoid of any personal touches or warmth, there isn't even a window. My gaze settles on the bed, the mirror, and the wardrobe, each item standing out starkly against the muted backdrop. As I attempt to piece together what happened, I instinctively reach for my phone, only to realize it's missing. Panic starts to rise within me as I frantically search the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar device. But it's nowhere to be found, leaving me feeling even more isolated and vulnerable. With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty presses down on me, amplifying the throbbing ache in my sides. I can't shake the feeling of being trapped, both physically and emotionally, in this unfamiliar environment. Desperation sets in as I struggle to make sense of my circumstances and find a way out.

My heart sinks as I spot the familiar camera in the corner of the room, it's a Voxtech camera, its presence confirming my suspicions that someone is indeed watching my every move. The realization sends a chill down my spine, intensifying the sense of being under constant surveillance and adding to the feeling of being trapped. Despite the pain radiating from my sides, I force myself to sit back down on the bed, gingerly easing myself onto the mattress. As I settle in, a sharp pang shoots through my abdomen, causing me to wince. I glance down and notice blood seeping through the bandages, evidence of my frantic searching having reopened the wounds. With a sigh of frustration and resignation, I carefully adjust the bandages, trying to stem the flow of blood as best as I can. But the pain persists, a relentless reminder of the ordeal I've endured and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. Gathering my resolve, I steel myself for whatever challenges await, determined to find a way out of this predicament and uncover the truth behind my captivity.

As my consciousness wavers and darkness threatens to engulf me once more, I hear the faint sound of someone entering the room. The soft shuffle of footsteps draws closer, accompanied by the murmur of a voice, barely audible amidst the fog of my fading senses. Struggling against the encroaching oblivion, I strain to decipher the words, but they slip through my grasp like whispers carried away by the wind. A surge of panic grips me as I realize my vulnerability, trapped in this unfamiliar place with no knowledge of my captor's intentions. Who could it be? Friend or foe? The uncertainty gnaws at me, a primal instinct urging caution even as my strength wanes. I struggle to lift my heavy eyelids, to catch a glimpse of my visitor, but the effort is futile, and darkness threatens to claim me once more. The voice draws nearer, its timbre laced with an unsettling mixture of concern and menace. Is it a friend come to offer aid, or a predator lurking in the shadows? I cannot tell, and the uncertainty only deepens my sense of dread. My heartbeat quickens, pounding in my ears like a drumbeat heralding impending danger. With a final, desperate effort, I muster the strength to utter a single word, a plea for answers in the darkness that surrounds me. But before the sound can escape my lips, the darkness engulfs me, swallowing me whole and plunging me into the abyss of unconsciousness.