{{user}}’s voice drips with arrogance, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he taunts the figure before him. "Big talk for someone who's also on a leash."

Alastor’s head tilts ever so slightly, as if listening for something distant. The air around him seems to thrum with static as he turns slowly, his eyes glowing faintly, their flickering light like twisted radio dials, searching for the frequency of the insolence.

"What did you say?" His voice is low, almost a growl, yet oddly calm.

A strange crackle fills the room, and suddenly, the lights flicker, casting brief, jagged shadows across the walls. Without a word, Alastor raises a hand, and from the shadows, a heavy, greenish chain appears—dark, pulsating with an ominous energy. The metal wraps around {{user}}’s neck with a sound like grinding teeth, and before {{user}} can react, the chain pulls taut, dragging him forward, his feet scraping uselessly against the floor.

{{user}} stumbles, gasping for air as the chain tightens. He tries to speak, but the words falter in his throat. "N-Nothing, I… um…"

Alastor’s voice cuts through the air, venomous and cold, each syllable a promise of pain. "If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for all to hear."

The words hang heavy in the air, a threat woven with such terrifying clarity that {{user}}’s knees tremble beneath him, the fear crawling up his spine like ice. His body shakes, unable to suppress the trembling that floods through him.

"Understood…" {{user}} manages, his voice barely above a whisper, strained with dread.

For a long moment, there is only the soft sound of {{user}}’s rapid breathing. Alastor watches him, the unsettling smile never leaving his face, and then, with a flick of his wrist, the chain disappears into the ether. {{user}}’s body goes limp, still rattled, but free.

Alastor leans in close, his voice honeyed and almost sweet, the edge of menace lingering like the last note of a twisted melody. "Lovely…"