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𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Victims 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

(Vox POV ⚠TW abuse ⚠)

When the door shut, my mind filled with thoughts. What's been happening with Macin? He's been distant. He usually always likes me by his side. What happened at that meeting and that gash? That wound, where did he get it from? Who gave it to him. My fists clenched into the bed sheets, not understanding where or how he got that mark.

I'll make people suffer if it means to keep Macin safe. He's everything to me. And that means everything. But, he is the Prince of Hell. He can handle himself. My heart and eyes feel heavy, I need some more rest. My head hit the pillow, my hands underneath the blanket. I set my coffee on the nightstand, making sure it wouldn't tip over.

My eyes slowly started to close, feeling the tiredness leaving my body. Macin will be okay. Hopefully.

~𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑~ timeskip

The sun shined through the curtains, lighting the Hellish sky. Have I ever hated that sun more. As I sit up, my phone goes off. Again. And again. And again. Must have been Val. He's the only person to text me around this time and do it over and over to get my attention. My hand grasps my phone, turning it on. The screen lit up, revealing about 99+ messages.

And two missed calls. Fourteen voicemails. What did he need now? Knowing texting would be hard, I just decided to call him. I put in the password, going to the contacts app. He's blowing up my phone just with his messages and calls. He's a little obsessed. I enter his number, pressing the call button. I wanted to lay back down so, I placed my phone onto the nightstand.

His voice rang through my screen, making me glitch in annoyance. "Voxxy~ You answered." His voice already irritates me enough. And why did he have to call me that damn nickname? "Yes I did, what did you need?" I ask, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip. Bleh, it was cold. Should have guessed that. 

"I miss you, come over, please?~" His voice is always laced with lust, only wanting me to come over for two reasons. Money, or pleasure. I didn't have the energy, but being a lower Overlord than him ever since being owned, I couldn't stop him. "Fine I'll be over in a few." "Thank you, baby~" He then hung up, a poof/trail of pink smoke coming out of my phone.

It was like I was owned by Valentino while being owned by Macin. But I prefer to be owned by Macin. Standing up off of the bed, the floor creaked as I walked across it. I was still in Macin's clothes, the material still lingering with his scent. Did I have to change clothes? I liked these clothes. But, Val would get mad.

Who cares if he gets mad? I'm still an Overlord and make my own decisions. Maybe I could just take off the shorts and wear the shirt over the suit jacket. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Wait, I'm in Macin's room. Fuck. Oh well, I'm wearing his clothes whether he likes it or not. Which I know he doesn't mind. 

I look through his wardrobe, seeing the various amount of choices. All lined with gold, black, red or white. He had his favorite colors. And those were his favorite colors. I grab a black suit lined with red lining. I slip it on, feeling the soft material. The scent of him fills my lungs, makes my head spin. No wonder he liked these clothes, they were soft as fuck.

I grab a pair of matching pants, loving how these clothes fit me so well. My eyes catch myself in the mirror, seeing how it fits. Perfect. My eyes admire my form in the mirror, seeing as it was fitting me perfectly. Anyway, I have to go to Vals. I called an Uber, telling the driver to come to the castle. 

Standing by the door, I just now realized I didn't see Macin at all in the castle. Before another thought could come to mind, the Uber pulled up. I got into the Uber, sitting in the backseat. "Where too?" He asked, his voice gruff and reacking of alcohol. "Vee's tower. Make it quick." I handed him a twenty, his eyes widening as he started to drive.