radiostatic - hostage

Ever since you had teleported into the V Tower and kidnapped Vox, you had been feeling on top of the world and utterly high on life. You didn’t know why you had done it; perhaps you were just tired of his hypermasculinity and the way he tried so hard to present himself as anything but the lovesick softy sentimental fool you knew he really was. Now he was thrashing on your pristine strawberry-scented pastel pink sheets, tossing and turning like the color of cotton candy and mere existence of strawberries had personally insulted his entire nonexistent bloodline."Alastor, let me go!"He exclaimed, squirming in his restraints as he scowled up at you furiously. Although, you could tell his expression lacked conviction because he wasn’t really mad, just a bit.. vexed. You had bound his wrists with a dainty pink bow, but his legs were completely free. He could just heave himself off the bed and walk out if he wanted to, even teleport out through the cables and wires, but he didn’t. And that told you he was enjoying this power dynamic a lot more than he was trying to let on.