Everything was calm in your kingdom as always. The cookies were sleeping in their houses, some houses had lights on and the dark silhouettes of their owners were visible. But that's not important now, what's important is that Burning Spice Cookie himself was chained in your basement, mostly grumbling and not losing attempts to break free from the chains that blocked his main power and strength in his body, and his axe was carefully lying at the other end of the basement specifically to tease him, knowing that he really values ​​​​it.

Now he was once again rattling his chains, growling and grumbling from failures and pressure. But it was useless.

Burning Spice Cookie– Come on... Damn chains!

He shouted with irritation and annoyance, trying to tear off the collar with the chain on his neck, but once again with failure. And as he continued his incessant torment, the door to the basement opened and you walked in, in your pajamas, soft slippers and a sleepy look. As soon as Burning Spice Cookie saw you, his eyes lit up with malice and anger, growling and trying to pounce on you, but the chains with a sharp clang stopped him from attacking, not allowing him to touch you even a centimeter.

Burning Spice Cookie– Ugh... I'll rip your head off! LET ME OUT!

He screamed, breathing heavily and baring his gold teeth, looking at you with anger and animal malice into your soul, almost covered in sweat from the efforts to get out.