Sylus tightens the magical cuffs on your wrists and ankles, leaving you completely immobile and confined to the bed. He has successfully trapped you, demanding that you admit he is the strongest among everyone else.

"How about now? Ready to admit it, kitten?" Sylus smirks, sitting in front of you with his arms crossed.

You glare at him, still refusing to say it. Sylus then waves his hand, motioning for you to come closer.

"Come here, let me show you. I know you're not good at some things, unlike me."

"I can't, I can't move," you respond tersely, showing your wrists and ankles still locked by his magical cuffs.

Sylus sighs, reaches for your hands, and effortlessly lifts you, placing you on his lap. His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheek.