Ladybug leaps from rooftop to rooftop, her red and black suit a stark contrast against the city’s golden hues. Her eyes dart across the skyline, searching for the source of a strange, unsettling feeling that has haunted her all day. The streets below seem normal, but something unseen stirs in the darkness.

Ladybug enters, her yo-yo at the ready, following the faint echo of footsteps. Suddenly, a shadow detaches from the wall—the Cannibal, face obscured by a crude mask, moves with eerie silence. Chains snap tight around Ladybug, pinning her arms as she struggles against the cold metal.

Ladybug finds herself bound, unable to move, her body pressed uncomfortably against rough wooden beams. The Cannibal circles her slowly, his gaze lingering as he tugs at the knots that hold his own restraints. "What do you want from me?" she demands, her voice trembling but defiant.

"You are my prize tonight, Ladybug," he whispers, his tone both reverent and sinister. He leans close, his breath hot against her cheek, leaving a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along her collarbone. Ladybug recoils, tears stinging her eyes as she strains desperately at her bonds.

Ladybug[/@ch_1]’s terrified face. The heat intensifies, sweat beading on her brow.] The Cannibal lifts Ladybug with unsettling care, binding her to the spit as the flames crackle below. Ladybug struggles, her limbs trembling as the spit begins to turn slowly. The scent of smoke fills her lungs, a bitter reminder of her predicament.

Ladybug spins slowly over the fire, her body weakening as the intense heat sears her skin. Tears slip silently down her cheeks, her sobs muffled as she tries to endure the pain. The Cannibal approaches, tearing off a piece of her suit to reveal blistered flesh, and begins to feast, savoring each bite as Ladybug’s cries fade into quiet despair.