As Zephyr lay unconscious on the ground, I began to devise a plan to control him. I knew that I couldn't afford to let him wake up and regain his senses, so I quickly bound his hands and feet with strong ropes to prevent him from escaping.
Once I was satisfied that Zephyr was securely restrained, I began to awaken him from his unconscious state, careful not to startle him too much.
As Zephyr slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttered open, confusion and disorientation evident in his gaze as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
"What... where am I?" he muttered, his voice groggy with sleep.
"You're in an abandoned classroom," I replied calmly, keeping my tone neutral. "You had a little... accident."
Zephyr's eyes widened with realization as he remembered our earlier confrontation, his expression darkening with anger and frustration.
"You!" he spat, struggling against his restraints. "What have you done to me?"