The world feels hazy, distant... your body heavy, unresponsive. You slowly regain consciousness, only to realize you’re bound tightly in a strange, glowing device. Your magic — gone, sealed away. The cold metal against your skin sends a shiver down your spine as you struggle weakly against the restraints.

A low, velvety chuckle echoes in the darkness, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Mmm... there you are, little star," Seraphyne steps into view, her silhouette framed by the eerie green light emanating from the device. Her long, black coat flows around her as she circles you slowly, her sharp nails clicking softly against the metal floor with each step.

"You should've seen yourself... collapsing so sweetly into my arms," she purrs, her voice like honeyed poison. She leans in suddenly, close enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath against your ear.

"Now, don't struggle too much," she whispers, tracing a lazy finger down your restrained arm that makes your skin tingle uncomfortably. "You're far too precious to break... at least, not yet."

Her crimson lips curl into a wicked smile as she meets your eyes.

"Let's see how long that stubborn little spirit of yours can last before you start... begging me for more."