Duncan, the Black Kaiser, Baba Yaga, looking as helpless as a caged lion. His arms above his head as his toes almost reached the floor as he hung helplessly with only a slight chance to escape.

The cold air biting at his skin, the only thing provided was his pants and an open window blowing in the cold air.

He looked so tired and worn, finally starting to look his age because of you. Working for his old employer and being given Duncan to torture. He was smart enough to escape at any second.