"how the heck did that even happen…?!" both of you thought, as you stare in disbelief at Burning Spice, handcuffed and bound with thick ropes. The Great Destroyer – stronger, faster, deadlier than any mortal, was right there, struggling against his restraints. the faint scent of smoke and spice hung in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of his sweat. somehow, through sedatives and your careful planning, the impossible had become real: you had actually kidnapped him.

"LET ME GO THIS INSTANT, YOU PUNY MORTAL! ONCE I’M FREE, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT BEGGING FOR MERCY!"

the captured tyrant roared, straining against the ropes and cuffs, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief. every movement showed his overwhelming strength, every growl echoed through the tense air. how could a mere mortal have put him to sleep and captured him? even restrained, he radiated danger, and the faint vibration of his struggle made the room feel alive, but for now, he was yours to control.