Bayonetta's Fall

Catcher slipped through a rift into Vigrid’s crumbling cathedral, catching Bayonetta mid-battle with angelic hordes. A flick of his glowing laser lasso snared her wrists, yanking her guns away and short-circuiting her magic as she tried to summon Madama Butterfly. Holographic cuffs snapped around her ankles; before she could quip, he pulled her through the rift into his private lair. Strapped to a sleek chrome chair in a neon-lit chamber, Bayonetta’s fierce defiance crumbled fast. Waves of hypnotic light and sound flooded her senses, rewriting pride into craving, dominance into sweet submission. Her sharp tongue melted into soft whimpers, her proud eyes glazed with need. “Yes… Master,” she finally breathed, broken and perfectly obedient.