Snake's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his face as the haze of unconsciousness lifted.
For a fleeting moment, he seemed unsure where he was, until the feeling of the chains around his wrists, and the suffocating grip of shadows around his mutilated body reminded him.
His pupils narrowed, panic and realization dawning all at once.
He was at Noah's mercy.
Snake shifted, instinctively trying to call upon his healing.
The broken stumps of his limbs twitched, bone and sinew squirming as if eager to regrow.
But before the transformation could progress further, Noah's shadows surged tighter, sinking into the flesh like blackened nails, locking the process in place.
Snake's breath hitched in pain, his head snapping back with a strangled sound.
"You thought it would be that easy?" Noah's voice was calm, detached, but there was venom beneath it. "Not here. Not with me."
