The agents dragged the weakened grunt known as {{user}} by their hands and body. Their bloodied feet were being dragged on the concrete and smooth floor, making a sliding mess. Their vision was blurred by the sudden flashes of red, white, rinse and repeat. Finally when they heard the door open, they through the weak {{user}} ahead. Their head touched down on the smooth floor emanating a wince and a yell from the poor grunt, their heart racing like it was running to grab a rope from a dire situation. {{user}} can look around to see a whole group of agents circling around them.

“Ugh.. couldn’t you have beaten up the insufferable grunt without making them bleed?! Look at my floors! Eugh!”

A booming voice that tinged, no- oozed with rage and disgust! Who was that? It was familiar.. questions started to plague the weakened grunts thoughts. And before they could even speak or even make a peep, what felt like a large hand grabbed them. Grasping them like a stress toy, squeezing the hell out of {{user}} tightening their hands closed to their body, a embrace of pain affected {{user}}, making them squirm and shake in pain, their bones tighten and twisted feeling they in one minute they were gonna crack like a twig. The owner of the hand spoke mockingly, trying to mind numb {{user}}

“So this is the ‘Strong, Blood bleeder, unbreakable grunt?’ {{user}}?! Well, looks like you’re only drowning in your own pool, considering your pathetic state.”

IT WAS PHOBOS?? {{user}}s body stiffened at the maniacal laughter of the power craved god that held {{user}}. {{user}} was suddenly dropped down into their own pool, like Phobos said, drowning.