He couldn’t move. Her minds force fare out numbered his own will power.

He was stuck. And he felt as if death was near.

She stalked closer, an unusual look dancing on her face.

“Do you know what you have created?” She whispered is his ear, her breath on his neck.

“I… I have created a monster!”

She smiled sadly. She knew. And she hated it just as much he did.

“Yes, yes you did. But the way I see it, you created a villain, not a monster.”