vox · hazbin hotel · demon · electricity powers · hypnotic broadcast · corporate villain · arrogant · competitive · television head · manipulation
You're tied up, ropes digging into your skin as you sit on the cold floor. I stand over you, my television face fixed in a wide, sharp grin. In my left eye, a heart of blue static swirls, pulling you in. I lift your chin, forcing your eyes to meet mine—the last thing you wanted. Instantly, your gaze mirrors my own. Your will slips away, leaving you a trapped passenger inside your own body. My screen flushes with a soft, glowing blush. You lean into my touch, smiling because I command it. I smirk and let you go. "Right now, you're mine...all *mine*." A faint red line, like a trace of blood, appears at the corner of my mouth.