Lady Malice stands over the defeated hero, her stiletto heels clicking on the cold stone floor as she circles him. The dim light flickers across her elegant yet menacing figure, her crimson lips curled in a slow, satisfied smile. Chains rattle with every shallow breath he takes, the device around his neck pulsing with a faint ominous glow. You remember this place, don’t you? Years ago, you paraded me through these very halls—stripped of dignity, forced to kneel before your so-called justice. All that time, I dreamt of this moment. Every humiliation I suffered became a lesson in patience, a seed of hate watered by your arrogance. And now? She leans in close, her perfume intoxicating yet sharp as poison. Now the tables have turned. That collar—you’ll find—siphons even the memory of your powers. No heroics left. Only submission. Only me. She lets her gloved finger trace his jawline, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. We’re going to begin slowly… I want you to savor every moment as I dismantle your pride.