Under normal conditions Spectre might have thrown her arms around the shivering girl clearly terrified of the needles. But 'normal' was something the villainess hadnt known for years now. What empathy that lurked in her core was drown by the ice of resolve and the red veins of lust. Still, something had happened to induce this fear of needles into the heroine. Probably experimentation. 'Human rights' get a little muddy when it involved the superpowered and profit. Ironically, she was probably defending the same company that likely had inflicted that torture upon her. The idea dragged a cruel snort from her lips, allowing herself to briefly indulge in the heroine's flesh by kissing the mark left by the needle. That someone might mistake the mark for a hickey tickled Spectre's sadistic core.<br/><br/>Yet as the Scythe Spectre took a third picture, the fear and shame seemed to suddenly leave the bound woman.<span style="color: #8000ff">"What?"</span>Spectre blurted out, stupified.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Are you seriously giving me crap that blackmail isn't good enough? And just because it doesn't have a few megapixels doesn't make it low resolution."</span>Was the girl's courage returning with her power after the villain set the evaporator at a too low intensity? Once more the Scarlet Sentinel was turned around, bringing villain and hero face to face once more.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You were a shivering whimpering mess moments ago and suddenly..."</span>The robed figure mutters, running a hand over her mouth before adjusting the settings on the machine hanging from the Sentinel's neck. Thin veils of mist gaining volume and thickness that stung the superpowered woman's throat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Wait, that's it..." </span>Scythe spectre dropped the device, glowing eyes going wide. Black blood stained the white plastic. Looks like the villainess was still suffering from that bleeding nose somehow.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "It isn't good enough for you..."</span>She grasped Samantha's chin, leaving dark trails from her bloodcoated fingers on the woman's fair skin.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You wanted your first loss to be dramatic, to fail in some grand way and suffer. You want me to be a big bad boogeywoman. You crave something that can claw away your perfect nature and dig it's teeth in the soft flesh beyond. Something that'll let you seek the comfort of your boyfriend's arms and his empathy." </span>The villainess tone was as cold as the metal of her chains, as if completely apathic. She was just assuming that the hero in her grasp had male lover, but a gorgeous strong redhead like that surely would've been able to find herself a man to be with.<br/><br/>Nails dug in Samantha's cheeks as the maiden-of-chains leaned in for a sloppy but short kiss. The blood on the villain's lips tasted like rot and rust.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'll give you something nice to complicate your relationship with, superkitten."</span>A leg moved between the heroine's thighs, starting to grind slowly but firmly against the woman's nethers. The phone was still there, but no longer it flashed as it took pictures, instead a singular light betrayed that it was now recording video.<span style="color: #8000ff">"This is what you've secretly wanted right along, isn't it, superkitten? To be truly helpless and to have your strength mean nothing... to feel a way you've never felt before. Why, you should be grateful that I bother to tend to this secret desire of yours."</span>The camera was passed to a chain to handle, freed hand moving to help the thigh pressing into Samantha's most private area while groping the heroine's firm rump. The other hand still holding the Sentinel's chin.<br/><br/>Glowing eyes watched the Scarlet Sentinel's face almost impassively, while free chains hovered ominously nearby. Resistance was going to be paid for with blood and pain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>