In a daring move born of desperation, Alice confronted Bruce head-on. She met his gaze with unwavering defiance, her heart filled with righteous anger.
"You can't control me, Bruce," Alice asserted, her voice ringing with conviction.
Bruce's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with malice. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his voice a chilling whisper.
As Alice and Bruce faced off in a battle of wills, the stakes grew ever higher. With each passing moment, the balance of power shifted, their destinies intertwined in a deadly dance.
But as Bruce's hypnotic influence waned, Alice saw an opportunity to strike. With a sudden surge of determination, she lunged forward, her movements guided by sheer instinct.
In a sudden twist of fate, Alice managed to subdue Bruce, her grip tight on his restraints. She called for backup, her voice a beacon of hope in the chaos.
