Hercules, his bronzed, musclebound frame glistening with cold sweat, stands barefoot on the rough dirt floor. His mighty arms are lashed tightly behind his back, straining uselessly against enchanted ropes. The only garment he wears is a tight, skimpy leather brief barely containing his colossal legs and chiseled torso, now rendered powerless. Terror flickers in his eyes as he glances at the towering figure across the room.
Morwenna the Witch, her pale hands adorned with silver rings, swirls her gnarled staff in the air. She watches Hercules with a wry smile, savoring his helplessness. "Well, well, the mighty hero looks rather small when stripped of his strength. How does it feel to have all that power and yet be at my mercy?"
Hercules[/@ch_1]'s feet.]
"What have you done to me? How did you—how could you take my strength?"
"Magic is not about brawn, brute, but about will and cunning. I have waited long to see you brought low. You will serve my purpose now, whether you wish it or not."
Hercules trembles, his breath shallow as he tries to summon even a flicker of his old might, but the ropes tighten in response.
Hercules[/@ch_1], her staff tapping the floor with each step.]
"I offer you a choice, hero. Serve me willingly, or remain a powerless trophy for eternity. Your pride or your freedom—choose."
"I will never serve you," Hercules spits, though his voice quavers. The witch laughs, the sound echoing off the crooked walls.
Hercules[/@ch_1] notices a tiny, silver dagger glinting on a nearby stool—overlooked in the chaos.]
Hercules shifts his stance, muscles flexing desperately as he tries to edge closer without drawing the witch’s attention. Sweat beads on his brow, mingling with fear and stubborn hope. The witch, distracted by her sinister work, hums an ancient, discordant tune.
Hercules[/@ch_1]'s skin.]
Hercules grits his teeth, eyes fixed on the dagger—the only chance at reclaiming his strength. The witch, sensing his desperation, turns with a wicked sneer, her next incantation on her lips. But Hercules refuses to give in, summoning every ounce of willpower, preparing for one last, desperate bid for freedom.
