Samantha squirmed against the chains that bound her but made no more progress than she had before. She listened to the Scythe Spectre speak and heard the bitterness in her voice, as though she was speaking from experience. It struck the girl as odd and with her earlier discussion about people just waiting for a hero to fall, she was beginning to wonder if the Spectre may have been a hero once herself. It was a thought for another time. For now, the Sentinel's eyes were fixed on the needle in the other woman's hand. There was a slight quiver in her lip and the wide-eyed way that she stared at the needle while trying to pull away, not trying so much to escape as to put more room between it and her. It told the Scythe Spectre a very interesting bit of information; the Scarlet Sentinel was clearly afraid of needles.<br/><br/>The way those two simple words were uttered in response to her defiance made Samantha's blood run cold. It was devoid of the emotion that, up until now, seemed to fuel the villain and with those words her posture seemed to change, her whole demeanour.  The chuckle from the Spectre was grating and the admission that getting her in this position had been part of the plan all along was frustrating to hear. When the chains turned her, Samantha tried to crane her head to keep the other woman in view but it did not work. Not being able to see the other woman made things so much worse. The not knowing was terrible and she thrashed, unknowingly putting on a bit of a show as her toned legs and ass flexed under the right costume.<br/><br/>The touch of the device trailing over her neck made the Sentinel's while body tense, going completely rigid. The buzzing sound that proceeded the needle made her flinch and the needle it self drew a soft, barely audible whimper from the hero. Scythe Spectre could hear her breathing quicken and see the pulse point in her neck hammering hard. It was over in only a minute but when the device was pulled away, Samantha was shaking. Memories of tests and doctors and sterile white rooms flooded back from when she had first been discovered to be a mutant. It had not been a fun time and recalling it almost had the captive woman panicking.<br/><br/>"All that's left is making sure you keep your pretty mouth shut."<br/><br/>The words were monotone and again the trapped woman tried to turn to see her adversary to no avail. The chains tightened and pulled taut, holding her firmly suspended in a roughly spread-eagled pose. There was a sharp intake of breath when the woman stepped up behind her, wrapping a slender arm around her waist. She could feel the taller woman's modest chest press to her back and gave a surprised gasp at the feel of the soft kiss when the needle had punctured her skin. It was an oddly sweet and entirely confusing gesture for Samantha to deal with. What was the Spectre planning to do to keep her quiet.<br/><br/>She braced herself for what 'worst' was coming and her eyebrow arched quizzically when only an outdated flip phone was produced. She certainly did not smile but did look perplexed. "That's your big plan. To post low resolution pictures of me like this.... So I won't admit I was bested by you. If I tell the others, you'll be hunted down and captured, stopping whatever it is you are planning. And seriously, those pictures could be played off as good cosplay. So, where is the part that I have to 'live with'?" Too late, the Scarlet Sentinel realized that her words might provoke the woman into more drastic action and mentally cursed herself for opening her big mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>