Chains crawled and locked around arms. Each second they won another inch as the Scarlet Sentinel lost more of her superstrength along with her confidence. An easy victory had turned into a terrifying defeat for the superheroine that had never been bested before. Beneath the Sentinel, the villainess looked at her with a victorious expression.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You protect certain groups of people, yes, until you fail... and then the blaming will start. Their broken dreams and expectations twist their adoration for you into spite and hate. It's happened before. Heroes fall, and then suddenly all the hate and weapons are justified. Don't believe me? Look up the Gold Crusader, though he's probably listed in your database as the Black Blade. There's probably some information out there that survived the whitewashing campaign done by the hero union."</span><br/><br/>Like a carcass hanging from a meat hook, Scarlet Sentinel's arms were trapped bound together over her head. Freed wrists were rubbed before the Chain Spectre placed a hand on Samantha's thigh, pushing herself up while rubbing her head to try and shake of the last bit of pain-induced sluggishness.<span style="color: #8000ff">"That would normally be true, wouldn't it. The unspoken rules all villains must abide by lest they get a furious s-rank hero after them. No killing, raping or causing long-lasting injury..." </span>The Spectre sat up, looking up into the Sentinel's eyes. She was probably two or three inches taller than the Sentinel, smirking as she retrieved the evaporator from her robe and hung the mist-leaking device around the Sentinel's neck after dialing it down some.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"...but that means you'll have to admit to everyone that your perfect pretty record got broken, and by some B-rank nobody too."</span>Scythe Spectre smirked, slowly lifting Scarlet sentinel up by the arms. The villain rose with the fallen hero, gripping Samantha's chin while she leaned in and stared the other woman straight in the eyes barely blinking. The pale woman's red lips were so close to Scarlet's own, while her voice dropped to a low, sultry whisper.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You lost, Scarlet Sentinel, but this does not need to become public. It can stay a secret between you and me. I wrecked all the cameras in this warehouse during our little fight. You can just claim the sneaky chain bitch got away from you in the fight. No need for you to expose yourself to the public's scorn and your teammates's ridicule."</span><br/><br/>Two of the bigger chains wrapped around the Scarlet Sentinel's legs, both to keep her from kicking and to remove some of the strain on her arms. The other chains had begun to careful select supplies from the breached container and stack them on a pallet. Spectre herself quickly covered her face back up with her hood after catching herself staring at the breasts trying to escape the Sentinel's outfit. Pretending she wasn't clearly attracted to the heroine, the villain fetched and prepared a modern venipuncture device. One of those little machines that could even draw blood from heroes are tough as the Scarlet Sentinel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Trust me, dear, a quiet secret's better than the honest alternative.... though I suppose it would be hard to trust the otherwordly villain who lured you into a trap. Oh well..." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>