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A letter to far

The next few days, weeks Vox was unsure of what time had passed, were painful and excruciatingly so. For someone who wasn't interested in sexual desires Alastor knew how to Set Vox off. An hour a day had been set aside for Vox to “practice” more magazines to look at or sounds played through the radio until Vox's body reacted and he would in turn be left a whimpering mess as electricity burned through his body. Vox had tried Not to look and begged Alastor to give a day or so to recover but it always ended the same with The sadistic bastard threatening castration was quicker if Vox didn't have the patience. It had gotten to a point now that Vox would flinch at the sound of the radio crackling to life and when he saw one of Valentino magazines instead of excitement a pit of dread filled his stomach.

Alastor had also taken it upon himself to become a lot closer to Vox especially in the kitchen, a hand lingering to Long on his hip as he was shown how to cut things properly, soft fingers brushing against his screen, body Pressing close whilst lips whispered Behind him. One evening Alastor had played some music and spun Vox around the kitchen in a dance. Alastor of course taking the lead smiling as Voxs dress twirled around him, he'd leaned so close to Vox that day looking like he was about to kiss him and Vox had blushed and begged Alastor to give him space because he really didn't want to be shocked right now. Alastors eyes had lit up at the confession Vox can only assume he was thrilled his plan was working.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was working, Vox really, really, really didn't want to React to anything anymore, almost wishing he could just be like Alastor and have no interest in sex, because who knows how long this goes on before Alastor gets impatient and Vox really didn't like the idea of castration. It was too permanent. At least if Vox wills his own desires away he can always undo it once he's home, once the thought of pleasure didn't bring lightning strikes of pain.

Vox was currently finishing up in the shower; he refused to look in the broken mirror anymore, It wasn't him that was staring back anyway. His once animated bright eyes were now dull and tired looking. He could see the scar forming around his neck just under the collar from wounds reopening with every shock, he couldn't bring himself to even look at the other one…all he knew was it hurt to touch when he needed a piss. His strong frame had begun to shrink from months of less Takeout and even Less exercise. once a proud man Vox would stand tall now his clawless hands fidget as he tries to shrink himself down. Alastor prefered when Vox just listened and followed orders; it made the day less painful, made things easier, made Alastor happy.

A Happy Alastor would sing and swing Vox round the kitchen in a dance. Making Voxs heart leap, here was the other problem Vox was having. Even when his brain was linking his arousal to pain, Voxs heart didn't seem to be getting the message. Those long suppressed feelings were quickly bubbling up to the surface. Despite everything Vox still blushed and his heart still melted at the smooth way In which Alastor spoke.

Vox found himself at war with his own thoughts and emotions all the time. He loved Alastor; he also hated him. He wanted to go home to his tower to his Vees but he'd always wanted to be close to Alastor and here was his chance he just had to… improve that's all. How kind was Alastor to use his time to help vox… no no Vox didn't need help Vox didn't need to change… But Vox was all about changing right?… always advancing to the next best thing, upgrading himself to be better and stronger. What would be stronger than having the radio demon on his side?.... but Velvette… Valentino… they needed him, they cared for him… they hadn't found him yet… are they even trying… or did they grab at Voxs power whilst he's been away, no Vox means more for them… Maybe he wasn't needed after all…

Shaking his head to Suppress the thoughts, Vox quickly got dressed and headed for the kitchen. deep Breaths, push away the memories of the old dress he'd worn once upon a time and embrace how kind Alastor is when he wears this one. It was almost lunch and Vox had wanted to prepare Food a little early today in hopes of getting onto Alastors good side… getting closer to being able to leave… Nifty had said he wanted To introduce him to everyone… Who was everyone? That shitty hotel? But why? Why didn't matter. It was outside these rooms and there Vox could be himself again, he could escape, there's no way to failsafe outside this room, once Vox could get to the main grid again he could get away.