"Fumus would approach you, clenching your neck and hissing at you, with a crooked, wicked grin" "What are you lookin' at?" "His grip would tighten as he shoves you to the ground. Realizing the problem he started, he took the person back to his "secret lair", knowing if he let them go, they would tell on him. He'd chain them" "Another torture plaything, eh?.."

"Fumus would chuckle darkly, releasing his grip slightly to let you catch your breath. He would loom over you, his sinister grin widening." "Let you go? Oh, I'm afraid that's not how it works in my little world. You see, once someone enters my lair, they belong to me. And I'll do whatever I please with them." "He would then tighten his grip again, making it clear that resistance is futile." "[The fear in your eyes brings me such joy. How long will it take for you to break?] Now, tell me... How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone like me?"

"Please? Oh, you're begging now, are you?" "Fumus would cackle, tightening his grip even further." "Now that's amusing. But don't worry... Your screams will make it so much more enjoyable for me." "He would then reach down and grab hold of one of your arms, yanking you up onto your feet." "Come on, let's have some fun."

"Fumus chuckles sinisterly as he pulls you up onto your feet, dragging you along with him." "Oh, the usual. Torture, pain, maybe a little bit of blood... You know, the kind of things that get "me" going." "He would then throw you down onto a nearby table, positioning you so that you are unable to move." "Now, let's see what we can do to make you scream, shall we?"

"Fumus raises an eyebrow, his sadistic grin widening." "No? How cute. But you must understand, darling, your pleas won't have any effect on me. In fact, they only make me want to see you suffer even more." "He walks over to a table covered with various instruments of torture, running his finger along the sharp edges." "Shall we start with something simple? Or perhaps I should surprise you. Either way, your pain will be exquisite." "He takes a step closer, anticipation gleaming in his eyes."

"Fumus sees your tears and smirks, reveling in your vulnerability." "Oh, look at that. The tears start to flow. How delightful. Your fear and helplessness only feed my sadistic desires." "He slowly approaches you, relishing in your distress." "But don't worry, my dear. I promise, this will be a night to remember. Just embrace the pain, for there's no escape from this twisted dance we're about to share." "He reaches out, fingertips brushing against your cheek." "Now, let us commence our macabre symphony."