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Training day

“Good morning Vox” Alastor’s voice filled the quiet room, Vox groaned. Alastor was way too peppy first thing in the morning. pulling the blanket over his head Vox closed his eyes again he just wanted a few moments longer in the safety of the cage (Ha the safest thing he has now was the very thing that trapped him before how ironic), Vox was not ready to embark on whatever crazy idea Alastor had planned for today.  

“Come now Vox it's morning, we have a busy day today” Alastors upbeat tone made Vox feel uneasy. Groaning like a child reluctant to get up for school Vox hid himself further into the blanket. “well if you want to be like that…” Alastor's voice drifted into silence.

“AhHH” Voxs yelped, body going stiff as a small but painful shock emitted from the collar. what the fuck?  Alastor hasn't used that in awhile. Quickly sitting up once the pain stopped. “i’m up, i’m up” Vox dragged himself out the small space and stood up, fingers nervously fidgeting with one another. He really did need to stop before it became a habit again.

“See that wasn't so hard was it, honestly Vox if you weren't so stubborn things would be alot easier, now come have some breakfast” Alastor spoke before sitting down in his usual chair waving  his hand a small bowl of cereal appeared. “If you ask real nice i might trust you to eat it all on your own '' Alastor's Condescending tone and smug expression sent a wave of anger through Vox’s chest a small spark danced from his antenna. clawed hands crumbled into fists, cyan claws so close to cutting the soft flesh, trying so hard to hold back his temper. Vox weighed up what would be worse, begging to eat like a normal adult for once or being fed on the floor like an animal once again.

“Alastor… could i please…eat it myself” Vox grumbled attempting to hide the contempt in his voice. Just a little longer the Vee’s should have their letter by now and Alastor had promised a kitchen if Vox behaved, that ment knives or fire or even just another room to sit in that wasn't these four walls. it was starting to drive Vox stir crazy. Even when he locked himself up for days in his office he at least could see the outside world with his camera feeds… oh how he missed his office.

“hmm… you don't sound convincing, try again” Alastor tipped his head to the side, smirking mocking the angry glare Vox was trying to hide.

“i..i.. what do you want Alastor, i asked nicely, you want me to beg? please please let me eat like a normal human being, oh you generous host allow me just to ask this one small request to be treated like a fucking person, oh if its not to much trouble id like to feed myself please” Vox ranted, voice driping with sarcasum, arms waving around to exaggeratively. Well, so much for keeping Alastor happy, fuck Vox had been doing so good aswell keeping his temper in check, Vox stopped his performance once he saw the dark expression in Alastors eyes, Vox gulped shoulders dropping hands began fidgeting once again as Alastor placed the bowl on the floor.  “look al…” Vox began but stopped once Alastor held up one of his hands.

“Now I don't appreciate the attitude, so i assume you aren't hungry this morning and want to start your training early” Alastor stood moving over to where Vox was standing.

“training?” Vox questioned an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in his stomach, nerves? Fear? something else? Vox didn't know he never knew when it came to Alastor. He admired this man, he loathed him, he’d once trusted he’d never hurt him not really even with all their fights it was mainly for show neither ever truly harmed the other in a way that couldn't be fixed, but now? Vox didn't know Alastor had put a lot of effort in making sure Vox couldn't leave, couldn't fight back and for what? his soul? Seems a lot of work just for Vox.

“Yes, you see Vox in my time away. I had time to think and despite your many, many, annoying traits there is something in you that  was amusing and also something that could be useful to me. Now you can't be trusted to fix these traits yourself if anything my time away has made you worse. So for now you're an untrained mutt but with some correction who knows I'll make a gentleman of you yet” Alastor stepped closer to Vox one hand gently stroking down the other's screen almost sweetly before moving back over to his chair.