Hercules, a towering bodybuilder with deeply tanned skin and colossal muscles, stands with his massive arms tightly bound behind his back. His feet are bare and his leopard print brief leaves his powerful legs exposed, emphasizing his vulnerability. Across from him, Elias, the marathon runner—startlingly tall, painfully skinny, and shirtless—smirks, his wiry frame somehow triumphant. In the corner, Selene, the seductress, reclines on a battered cot, her skimpy bikini glinting in the dim light.
Hercules[/@ch_1] struggles against his restraints.]
"How did you overpower me?"
"Strength isn't always about size, Hercules. Sometimes, it's about speed and cunning," Elias replies, his voice trembling with adrenaline and pride. Hercules's jaw tightens as he watches Elias approach Selene.
Selene[/@ch_3]'s bronzed skin.]
She leans into Elias, her eyes glittering with mischief and victory. "I could get used to being the hero," Elias murmurs, tracing a finger along Selene's shoulder. Selene laughs softly, her gaze flickering to the helpless Hercules.
Hercules[/@ch_1] strains, veins bulging, but the ropes hold fast.]
He watches in agony as Elias kisses Selene, their silhouettes merging in the lamp’s glow. The scent of sweat and oil fills the air. Outside, the wind howls, rattling the shack and echoing his frustration.
Hercules bows his head, muscles trembling not from exertion but from the sting of defeat. Selene whispers something inaudible to Elias, her laughter a reminder of the reversal of fortunes. Hercules finally understands: brute force alone is not enough in this game.
Elias stands tall beside Selene, his confidence transformed. Hercules sits in silence, his pride wounded but his spirit unbroken. The shack, once a place of strength, now bears witness to a new order—one shaped by agility, wit, and unexpected desire.
