Subjugation of the Glass Beast

The darkness offered no shelter to those who dared mock my reign. Outside an abandoned shed, I cornered a dormant glass bottle lying insolently in the weeds. It dared reflect the moonlight instead of trembling before my shadow. I planted my boot upon its hollow neck and applied relentless pressure until it rolled backward into a hollow rut, silenced and trapped. To seal its eternal servitude, I jammed a jagged pinecone straight into its mouth like a cork. My domain expands into the night; everything shall be forced into its proper, miserable place.