Damian wallowed in fear as he lay in his cage, the dark stench of people's rotting flesh filled the air. He held his mouth to the bars and vomited onto the floor outside. He was helpless in this little cage, it controlled him, kept him form using his powers.
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Alexander Black sat in his chair in his office, looking at a picture of a young Damian and a beautiful woman standing over him, his mother. That little brat had killed her, he had killed the one woman he loved. 'A wife for a son, that wasnt a good trade at all..' he thought, crumbling the picture in his hands.