Seeing the villainess smiling smugly in her victory had anger flash in the heroine's eyes even as her arms were pulled farther above her. She tried to hold her breath but it was futile and she felt her strength wane even further. To someone so used to being strong it was terrifying, and though she tried her best to hide it, that fear was easily visible on her expression. Her pulse was pounding so hard thar the Scythe Spectre could see the pulse point in her neck twitching rapidly. Samantha had never been defeated and while she still fought, the chains just took a tighter and tighter grip.<br/><br/>The words were insidious creeping in her ears to settle in her brain. Red hair swished in counterpoint to the vigorous shaking of her head. "No, you're lying. They don't research this stuff to harm heroes, but villains like you. Good inventions in the hands of bad people like you. It's not their fault you chose to do this." Samantha wanted to believe her own words but her enemy's words held the ring of truth to them. The Scarlet Sentinel never stopped struggling even though without her powers she had no hope of breaking the chains. It was infuriating to be so weak. Under normal circumstances, she could tear her way free with little more effort than most people exerted opening a door. Now she was helplessly trapped in the coiled chain.<br/><br/>It was an added humiliation when the device that rendered her powerless was hung around her neck, making it impossible to avoid the mist. It was getting ever more clear that The Sentinel was terrified of what was happening. Bound and helpless, truly helpless, the redhead looked ready to break. Taking something so central to a person's identity was certainly traumatic and Samantha was clearly displaying the signs of that. The idea of going back to her comrades defeated was humiliating. The shame she felt at her own failure had the young woman blinking back tears. A little sniffle was the only noise thought.<br/><br/>Feeling the hand force her chin up, Samantha tried to keep her gaze averted. She could feel the heat of the Spectre's breath on her skin, the other woman was so close. The offer was made to let her keep her pride intact, but there was always a price for such things. "N-no.... Whatever your offer is I will not do it, I will not exchange your leniency for my pride. You will not make me disgrace myself. So, go ahead, do your worst." The stammer in her voice made the bravado a little less effective but Samantha stared defiantly into those odd eyes. Just when the heroine was about to lash out with a hard kick, the chains caught her ankles, rendering her last offence useless. Seeing the woman turn back to her with the needle device she looked nervous. She hated needles and hated the ones they used to get through her super-resilient skin even more. "What the hell are you planning to do with that?!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>