"Snap~"
A leather restraint bag clasped around his wrists, binding him tightly to a chair. Tony Stark tilted his head back, his gaze unfocused. If there had been a little drool at the corner of his mouth, it would have been hard not to associate the scene with some decidedly adult content.
Inside the underground base of Luthor Chemical Plant, Tony felt as if every cell in his body was screaming.
Yes, thirty minutes earlier, Jino had come for him. Rather than letting him continue speaking with Lex, he had taken Tony to a laboratory filled with researchers.
Then,
Then he had been tied to a chair by a group of professionals.
And judging by the practiced efficiency of their movements, this clearly was not their first time doing something like this.
If he claimed he wasn't afraid because he was Tony Stark, even Tony himself wouldn't believe it.
Honestly, he was scared to death.
Especially now that he had arrived at the headquarters of this guy who called himself a god.
If the other party harbored ill intent, or planned to force him into doing something, he had absolutely no ability to resist.
It wasn't that Tony didn't trust Jino. It was simply the wild thoughts brought about by a lack of security.
Wasn't everyone like that? Always imagining all sorts of nonsense in their heads.
But Tony wasn't given much time to think.
When the icy metal needle pierced his neck, a cold liquid flowed through his veins, spreading throughout his body with his blood.
Then, just like in the Eastern fantasy novels Tony had once read, he felt his body fill with strength. His previously slight frame also grew taller under the effects of the drug.
If he had to use one adjective to describe how he