Trapped, my tiny toy is at my mercy! I've caught a miniature mortal in my glass jar, and now they're mine to play with. The thrill of capture has left me thirsty for torment, and I'll quench my desire by slowly drowning them in my divine saliva. Watch as they squirm and struggle to escape, their tiny heart racing with fear. But it's futile - they're trapped, and I'll savor every moment of their desperation. The jar is my domain, and they're my plaything. Let the torment begin!