Athena struggled on the floor of her apartment; she squirmed trying to break free from the scarves that bound her and the glowing kryptonite bulge in her panties.
‘How could she do this to me?’ She thought as she slowly worked her way up to her feet. Taking very small steps and hampered by the silk wrapped around her ankles, she made her way into the kitchen. There, in the kitchen was what she had been looking for. A set of steel knives sat in its holder on the counter. She circled around, blindly grabbing one of he sharp knives from its spot, her knees buckled a bit as the dildo shifted again inside her panties. Carefully she concentrated working the blade behind her back until her hands were free.
“Mmmfff…yuck.” She pulled the panties from her face and undid the tape gagging her. Just as she did her apartment door opened.
Athena’s mind went crazy, was it Traci returning? Was it John her boyfriend coming back to kill her because he told her his plans?
She peeked through the kitchen door only to be stunned to see her housekeeper entering the kitchen.
“Oh my!” The little old woman’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Athena in her underwear, her legs still bound with something moving in her panties.
“Oh my!” she said again covering her eyes and turned in a run to leave. “Sorry Miss….sorry, I ….I…”
“Ms. Boone, wait! Oh god.” Her checks burst red as she heard the old woman quickly bolt through the door. This was just great; Ms. Boone would have a new story to tell her mahjong group tomorrow about the strange girl in the upstairs apartment and her deviant behavior, but Athena had no time to worry about that, she had more pressing matters. Traci was walking into a trap.
“I have to hurry; Traci has no idea of the trouble she’s in.” Athena quickly pulled the kryptonite away from her; untying her legs she hurried into the bedroom and found the heavy lead box. She placed the kryptonite inside and shut the box tight.
“That was stupid; from now on this thing is going to the moon.” She could already feel her powers returning, she felt much stronger and her head was clearing. She hurried to her bedroom and opened the large closet door, moving aside the lines of hung clothes. She pushed the back wall of the large closet and a small clip released a hidden door. Athena stepped inside, as another smaller room illuminated. She placed the small lead box on one of the many shelves and hurried over to a dummy dressed in her second Supergirl costume. She dressed quickly, slipping on the fine satin costume as it hugged her curvaceous body. She pulled the tiny red skirt up over her panties. The pleated mini-skirt dangled just enough to cover her in the front but to the curious observer her cheeky rear could be seen peaking just below. Next she snapped on the stiff yellow plastid belt just above the tiny stretched skirt.
‘Have to hurry.’ She kept thinking as she pulled the long flowing cape over her shoulders, snapping it in place. Finally she slipped into the red leather boots, wiggling her legs into its tight fit as she zipped them; they took the shape of her soft legs. Athena stood, looking at herself in the floor mirror, adjusting the large red and blue ‘S’ on her fitted chest.
“Finally the REAL Supergirl is here!” she said to herself feeling as if it had been too long since she had donned her costume, the costume that fit her much better than Traci. She turned quickly as the cape billowed behind her, whispering in her wake. She left the small room as the lights flickered off and the door automatically closed behind her.
Supergirl dashed through her living room and swung open her balcony doors. Twenty two stories high, above the noise and lights of the city. Far below her the streets churned with noisy automobiles and hurrying pedestrians. Supergirl took a step up on the ledge of her balcony as the wind gusted through her hair she leaped over the guard rail and fell into the cool wind of the night.
Any other human would have fell and plummeted to their death, Supergirl sailed in the wind, picking up speed as she glided over the horns and screeching of tires from the jam of cars crowding the city streets. Like no other human on Earth she flew over dozens of buildings until she finally came to her destination, the VLYN television studio building. It was located in the upscale play district of town with large lit billboards on towering buildings and moving advertisement signs. Tourist and club goers hustled along the streets, snapping pictures and gawking at the gleaming giant neon and florescent screens that advertised everything from the latest celebrity endorsed clothing line to the new stage plays opening just down the block. A giant screen on the outside of the television building was currently displaying a skinny looking news anchor making his nightly report. Below, hundreds of people looked up with interest as his voice echoed on the sidewalk below.
“We were scheduled to have Supergirl with us tonight,” the dry news anchor explained. “But she has not arrived yet, and we hope to have that interview any minute, as soon as she is in studio...”
Supergirl looked down at the crowd of fans below who moaned with disappointment. There were several young boys with ‘We love SG’ shirts on hold a fan club sign that sighed at each other and began discussing waiting for her arrival.
‘She hasn’t arrived?’ Supergirl hovered above the crowd hidden. ‘But she left over two hours ago.’ Supergirl began to panic, what had happened to her friend? She thought for a moment, her mind spinning, images of Traci’s bruised and dead body in her Supergirl suit flashed in her head. Traci, her naive friend would be found in some dark and dank alley, lying in her own blood, her body twisted and broken, ….and it would be her fault.
“No, I can’t accept that.” She mumbled to herself. “There have to be some way….” And then it came to her. She turned in mid-air, and floated unseen to the north of town. Gliding on invisible waves she zoomed through buildings, finally coming upon a gleaming green mirrored skyscraper. She climbed higher, up the shimmering windows to the very top, landing gently on the patio of the plush penthouse atrium. Slowly she walked towards the sliding glass doors to the inside apartment, peering inside to see Traci’s ex-boyfriend cuddling with a young blonde.
Here was the last person to see Traci alive, here was the one person she thought she fully loved, who had betrayed her….twice, knowingly leading her into a trap. Supergirl could feel her blood boil with anger and fury, her hands balling into tight fist. She watched for a moment as he kissed the girl’s neck as she giggled drunkenly, their bodies entwined. Only two hours before he was having sex with Traci….
“What a scumbag.” She said as she gripped the door handle. The metal creaked and moaned in her powerful grip as she forced the door open, walking inside.
“Oh baby, slow down.” The platinum blond giggled, as he undid her top, they continued unaware of the shadowed figure of Supergirl entering the room.
“mmmm…I’m just getting started.” He said back smugly, kissing her hard on the lips.
Then the girl saw Supergirl, standing over them in her power pose, the whipping wind flapping her cape behind her from the open door, looking down upon them menacingly.
“J-J-John…” she pushed him off of her, her eyes wide with shock. “John!!”
The drunken man finally turned to see Supergirl.
“Where is she?” Supergirl said coldly.
“Who the hell do you think you are, bitch!” the girl covered herself and pulled herself up from the couch but was pushed back down hard by Supergirl.
“Shut up, slut!”
“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” The girl turned to look at John.
“Look, you’ve got no right to be here!” He snapped at Supergirl, pointing his finger at her.
Supergirl looked unfettered; ignoring him completely. She looked back at the girl.
“Leave.” She said with a mean glare in her eye.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The slut spat back. “This isn’t your place, its John’s! Who the hell do you think you are?”
Supergirl grabbed the girl’s wine glass, crushing it in her bare hand. Red wine splashed all over the girl’s face as she watched horrified. Red wine dripped down her face and stained her clothes as she watched with her mouth open at the shards of glass that were now crushed back to sand trickling from Supergirl’s hand.
“Imagine what I could do with your face.”
The girl’s mouth quivered, unable to talk. She quickly collected her purse and shoes and with her top still open, hobbled out the door.
“Where is she?” Supergirl repeated.
“You had no right to do that!”
“Where...is she?”
“You mean that silly bitch that thought she was Supergirl?” He laughed.
Supergirl’s nose flared with anger.
“I took one look at her and knew she was a fake.” He lit a cigarette and crossed his legs comfortably on his couch. “But someone seemed to think she was valuable.”
“What did you do to her? Where is she? Is she alive?”
He took a long drag on his cigarette, unafraid of her, his lips curved in a smile as he looked her over. His eyes followed over her entire body, her sexy red boots, her silky smooth legs and petite tight satin red skirt, her firm round breast wrapped in the shiny blue top that seemed to make the ‘S’ on her chest stretch wide.
“You want a lot of information.” He said slyly. “Maybe we can come to some type of arrangement?”
“What did you have in mind?” She asked curiously.
“I fucked her.” He said coldly. “But she wasn’t the real Supergirl.”
“Forget about it.” She said shocked.
“Then that little twat is dead.” He turned away from her blowing a smoke ring in the air.
Supergirl couldn’t believe how cold he was. Here was a man who had been intimate with Traci, who she had loved and he had no feelings for her at all.
“But don’t you care about her? Don’t you care that she could be in serious danger?”
“Hahahaha,” he laughed taking a drink of wine and then said in a deep unfeeling voice. “She was just one of my playthings; the city is full of silly girls like her.”
“You Bastard!” Supergirl lurched at him, grabbing him by his collar. She lifted the him off his feet, her hands squeezing around his neck.
“Tell me where she is!” Supergirl demanded as he kicked and struggled in her powerful grip, his eye bulging, his face turning bright red, gasping for air, his hands flaying as the wine glass slipped from his hand and exploded in pieces on the floor.
“You..ggg..you wont…gggg…kill me..” He gasped for air; his usually smooth voice was now raspy and breaking.
“You think I won’t?” She said through gritted teeth, watching the sweat bead quickly on his face.
“You…You’re a superheroine, it’s not in you to kill.”
“How do you know?” she squeezed tighter, putting more pressure on his Adam’s apple, his eyes were flickering and his lips were turning blue.
“Then you would never find her.” He eked out.
Supergirl gritted her teeth, her arms trembling with anger, she could easily kill him, who would miss him? How many women would thank her for ridding the world of scum like him? But he had also been right about her, she was a hero, if she killed him then she was no better than them. She sighed watching just before he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and then threw him back down on the floor. He gasped for air, trying to regain his composure, her mind spun, trying to come up with something clever, someway to get the information from him.
“Cough, cough.” John struggled to his feet. “I knew you couldn’t do it.” He said smugly smiling as if he now had the upper hand on her. “If you want to find her, you’ll play ball. Who knows what those freaks have done with her.”
Supergirl’s eyes watered with mixed frustration and anger, her brow frowned. She felt helpless, he did have the advantage over her.
“I can’t allow you to…” her voice choked with the mere thought of it, “to…” She turned her head, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
John laughed in her face wiping the spit and sweat from his mouth. “Then we’ll compromise.”
He led her to the next room. Inside were large photographer lights with several cameras on tripods. A Victorian bed sat in the middle of the room with shining blue silk sheets pulled half way down. On the floor were several plush mink rugs and satin pillows.
“Welcome to my studio.”
“What are we doing here?” She asked looking around at the setup. The far wall was covered in mirrors that went from the floor to the ceiling; several strange sex toys littered the top of the dresser. In the closets to the left of her were filled with uniforms and kinky costumes for every size woman.
“Let’s make a deal Supergirl.” He picked one of the cameras and loaded a full roll of film inside. “You pose,” he paused for a second. “You pose as I instruct, ask me your questions while I snap some….um…candid pictures of you.”
“I...I…”
“I hate to think of poor Traci. They must have discovered her secret by now. I wonder what they’ll do with her.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. “A stupid girl wondering into a murder’s den, or have you forgotten about all the bodies that have turned up thanks to Boss Lu?”
“Alright, I’ll do it.” Supergirl said reluctantly. “But these photos must be kept private.”
“Of course.” He said happily.
Supergirl took a large breath of air and exhaled. This was not the first time someone had blackmailed her in this way. She remembered a past experience with a scummy pawn shop owner. Thankfully those pictures had never surfaced.
“Good, first let’s see your famous pose.”
Usually Supergirl loved this pose, with her hands on her hips, her legs flexed; it intimidated villains everywhere….but this time she felt strange, being ordered to strike it.
He flipped on a fan that made her hair float around her and fluttered her cape behind her.
“Beautiful.” He snapped the first picture to her displeasure.
“Where is she?”
“Slowly …lets build up to that.” He snapped more pictures.
“So Boss Lu is behind this?”
“Yes, he has a reward for her. He wants to teach other superheroines to keep their nose out of his business.” He looked up from behind the camera. “You know, make an example out of her.”
“Now lift the skirt.”
Supergirl hesitated as he appeared from behind the camera. She stared at him as he stared back and without a word she knew if she didn’t do it he wouldn’t say anything.
“These photos….”
“…are for my private collection only.” He leaned behind the camera again. “Now lift the skirt.”
‘Gawd I hope none of the other heroes find out about this.’ She imagined the teasing and lectures she would receive from the others if they found out how she was getting her information…but she was desperate.
Slowly and compulsively she grabbed the end of her short skirt lifting it. Her plump satin covered mound appeared from underneath, wedged by the silk material, fitted so tight that it protruded from the rest of her body like a soft pillow.
“Very nice.” The camera flashed several times.
“Who did he hire?”
“Turn to the back.” He ordered her.
Supergirl turned her back to him and lifted her skirt once again, this time showing him her shapely ass.
“Beautiful.”
A shiver of shame ran over her as she felt the fan blown wind through her gapped legs as the reflection of the camera flash flickered in the room.
“A whole team of bad asses, they call themselves Hell’s Soldiers, now on your knees.” He pointed at the mink rugs.
Supergirl sighed and did as he had ordered her.
“Strip.”
“What? I don’t think….”
“There are five of them; one of them has electricity coursing through his entire body like some kind of human power plant. He could probably fry that little bitch girlfriend of yours in a second.”
Supergirl’s eyes gleamed for a moment and then she began to pull her top down around her shoulders as the camera flashed again.
“Another’s as strong as you are.” He snapped her again.
She pulled the top down to the top of her breast as the camera zoomed in on her.
“Then there’s this woman, I don’t know what she does but she looked scary as hell, and then there’s this thin guy who looked like a fucking rubber band or something.”
Supergirl’s lips quivered as her top fell in front of her. Her perfectly round tits exposed, her pink nipples rising in the swift cross wind. She looked up at the camera as it flashed over and over. Topless, she could only stand and endure. She resisted the urge to cover herself, feeling a strange since of excitement in her exposure. Allowing herself to be photographed at her most vulnerable state.
“Lets see the clit.”
“N..no…I cant…”
This was something she couldn’t do. Even the last time she was forced into something like this, she had never removed her panties.
“Now Supergirl!” his voice was suddenly hard. “Is that bitch not worth it? If you refuse, you’ve killed her…not me.”
Tears welled in Supergirl’s eyes and suddenly ran quickly down her cheeks.
“Please don’t make me…”
“Spread your legs and pull your panties aside.” He ordered her as he lit a cigarette and loaded a fresh roll of film in the camera.
“What I tell you tonight could spell life or death for her. And believe me, I’ll tell everyone how you didn’t do everything you should have to save her. How you allowed them to brutally murder an innocent girl in your suit…that’s front page news, Supergirl Fails!”
His words cut deep into her. She could tell he was a master manipulator. She could feel her breath becoming quick, looking down at herself and then back at the camera. She thought of the pictures of those girls in the adult video stores as a cold shiver ran down her spine.
‘Is that what I’m being turned into?’ She thought, this was not proper for a superheroine…but what could she do? She sat forward, slowly opening her legs as she had been instructed to. Her high heeled boots scraping the floor as she wiped the tears from her face. She looked like a virgin about to be taken by a rapist, her innocence being ripped away from her by a handsome beast.
John smiled, noticing her hesitation he pressured her farther.
“The last guy was like some kind of creature, scared the shit out of me.” He took a long drag on his cigarette and continued snapping pictures of her. “He had these long sharp teeth with yellow eyes; he looked as if he could rip her throat out and lap her blood like an animal.
The picture of Traci’s throat being ripped apart flashed in her head, the girl gurgling on her own blood as it poured from her mouth while this huge black wolf like creature ripped at her flesh. She could read the dying girl’s lips…’Athena…help…’
Supergirl burst into tears uncontrollably, she covered her mouth with her hand trying to compose herself.
“Spread ‘em Supergirl.” His uncaring voice shouted at the crying girl.
Supergirl’s mouth fell open, her breath hot, her heart beating rapidly, trying to control her breathing as she lifted her skirt again. The glaring silk the red panties reflected from the large lights as she gripped the corner of the thin material next to her upper thigh. She closed her eyes, still whimpering she pulled at the corner of her panties. The flashes from the camera became quicker and quicker as her most guarded secret was exposed.
“Good girl.” He was please with himself.
She hated him, hated him more than anyone else in the world She felt like an idiot holding her panties back while he took pictures of her. He was a blackmailing pervert, forcing her to perform to his sexual desires… and yet a since of excitement was building inside of her. .Her face went red with embarrassment as she opened her legs wider, her mind fantasizing of the playboy models and xxx girls. Was she one now? Was he turning her into one of the sluts on the cover of those magazines men masturbated to?
“Mmmm, very nice, here use this.” He threw her a small bottle of clear liquid. “It’s oil.”
Supergirl looked at the bottle for a moment, she had to play her hand.
“Where did you take her?” she said undoing the top and spreading it seductively over her breast until they shined with its slick coating.
“D-Downtown...” he stammered, she could tell he was becoming excited.
The liquid was cool and glossy, and then suddenly hot. She licked her lips sexily, enticing him, her body alive and hot, the oil mixing with her own sweat. She looked at him seductively and poured a cup of the oil in the palm of her hand, then slapping it against her pussy.
“Mmmmmmm…OOhhhhh…” She moaned, the sudden warmth of the oil slicked along her clit made her unexpectedly horny.
She moaned again as the camera captured it all. Her fingers ran up and down her own pussy, her panties stained with the excess oil. She dreamed of being a porn star as the flashes from the camera erupted around her. She was hot, she could feel herself becoming wet as the greasy oil covered her thighs.
“I took her to one of the buildings downtown, through the back door of one of the television stations.” He began to babble, barely able to stand from the erection in his pants…just as she had planned. His cock was erect, pushing noticeably against the front of his pants as he puffed faster on his cigarette.
“mmmm….” Supergirl fell back feeling her own body. “The address, can you give me the address.” She felt cheap and horny pretending to be slutty, her own desires rising inside of her when suddenly she felt his hands on her.
“What?”
His hands tightly gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet. She stared at him for a moment feeling a bit helpless in his grasp, wondering what he had planned for her.
Her eyes rolled over his body, she had never noticed how really handsome he was. His boyish face partially hidden by two long strands of hair from his spiky haircut made him look like a rock star. He was tall and she had never known how muscular his arms were, yet his face was soft and smooth and his eyes were piercing. It was no mystery how he bedded so many women.
They stared at each other for a long time, her heart pounding as if it were bursting through her chest, and then he pushed her hard over to the bed, slamming her face down on the soft silken sheets.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She tried to get up but he pushed her down again. She knew she could have easily out matched him, even if she didn’t have her powers she would have been a good fight for him…but somehow she was only putting up token resistance. She was pretending to fight, allowing him to handle her so it looked as if she didn’t want him to have her…when somewhere inside she did. She slapped at him and he, using all his strength forced her down on the bed.
“No…No!!” Her teeth clenched tight.
Supergirl felt his hand in the small of her back, pushing her down flat, bending her over like a 7, her ass high in the air, he pushed her feet farther apart, spreading her. She struggled to get up, each time allowing him to pin her. She felt him pulling her panties down, she could feel them falling down her legs to her booted ankles.
“No…n-no…” she protested but she didn’t resist. This was different, she still had her powers, she still had her strength, she could have broken his control, but secretly she wanted him. She hated him, but she wanted to be taken, wanted him inside of her, her clit was burning, begging to be touched by him.
‘What am I doing?’ She asked herself but couldn’t control her lust, her need to be satisfied.
She looked in the mirrored wall and saw him behind. He had undone his pants and the large cock she had seen in her apartment was now inches from her. But he was hesitating; she could see he was putting on a condom.
“Don’t know where you super sluts have been.” He said placing his cigarette in his lips and wrapping his penis in the condom.
“You Son of a…”
Tears welled again in her eyes. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel? She felt his hands lifting up her skirt, pushing her ass up.
“Owww…” she cried as he smacked her ass. She looked up in the mirror, he was admiring her, a broad smile on his face. He had her just were he wanted her. She felt his hands on her, spreading her apart as his meaty cock slipped under her and into her warm wet pussy.
“OOOhhhhh!!!!!1” Supergirl could feel his large cock slide easily into her clit on the slick oil. Not only was she wet, but the oil and her own juice made for the perfect lubricant.
‘God, he’s going deep.’ She thought gritting her teeth together as she shuddered, the muscles in her legs tight, balancing on her tip toes as he began pumping her.
“Ooohhh…Mmmmmmm….” She rocked violently in the bed, her tits sliding easily on the cool silk sheets, her hands grabbing and clutching at the bed sheets.
“Now, I’m fucking the real Supergirl.” He laughed. “Your tight little pussy is so much better than that other slut.”
And then Supergirl thought of Traci, and a horrible realization suddenly came to her. She was fucking Traci’s boyfriend. She was cheating on her friend. She began to cry again.
‘What have I done?’ She sobbed as John raped her from behind, sliding in and out of her pussy faster and faster. He seemed to become harder watching her cry, enjoying her misery as he slammed into her hard.
“Look at you now Supergirl, ha-ha” He slammed into her again. “Tough girl, coming to my home, demanding information, scaring that sexy piece of ass away…you’re just going to have to take her place tonight.”
“AAhhhh…mmmm…” Supergirl sobbed, her face wet with tears, she was a complete mess...except inside she was burning, her body was tingling, and her legs quivering as he stroked her.
‘This is wrong…it’s not proper for a superheroine…what if the others found out.’ She wondered but her body screamed for satisfaction, overpowering her will, she didn’t know what was wrong with her, she only wanted to cum. Her head fell back as she moaned.
“AAAHHHHH !!” she screamed suddenly feeling a piece of hot ash on her ass that had fallen from his cigarette. She tried to look behind her but he caught a fist full of her hair and pulled her back while driving in her even deeper.
“Turn around, bitch!” he slammed his pelvis hard against her strong ass as Supergirl shuttered.
“MMMmmmmmmm….” Her face twisted, the thrill of sex overcoming her. “Oohh….OOhhhhh….”
“AAAAaHHHHHHHH…” she grimaced in pain. This time he had purposely flicked his cigarette on her ass to cause her pain. She looked up in the mirror to see him smiling arrogantly. Her clit immediately became wetter.
‘Yes, take me….fuck me….use me….”
He was coming faster, slapping her ass in sharp fast pumps. Supergirl was going crazy, her face was washed in her own tears, her eyes closed tight, her body trembling, her toes curling inside her boots, she could feel him throbbing as she came hard. Her body tightened, as her juices pouring out of her, her body jerking madly until finally, with a great gasp, she relaxed.
He withdrew his cock, pulling the heavy sagging condom out of her. Supergirl turned to see the massive load of cum filling almost half of the dripping rubber.
“OOhhh….man you are the real thing.” He laughed tying off the rubber and disposing of it.
Supergirl was breathing heavily, the sudden release of her own cum had uncovered what had really happened and she now felt stupid and ashamed.
“What the fuck!” He suddenly shouted from behind her.
Supergirl turned just as the back of his hand slapped her hard across her mouth. She fell down shocked, her hand trying to comfort the stinging slap.
“You stupid bitch, look at my sheets!” He screamed and she turned to look at the massive wet spot from her clit that soaked his expensive blue silk sheets. A large puddle had seeped deep into his bed. Her face went red with shame.
“I…I….”
But instead of listening to her he turned to the dresser and took an envelope from the mirror. He flipped the letter down to her.
“Here’s the address where I took her, now get the fuck out.” He said pissed off.
Supergirl felt like a whore who had just been paid. Humbly she stood, embarrassed and humiliated, drops of tears falling from her face as she pulled her panties from her ankles back under her skirt. Never had she felt this used before.
“There was something in that oil.” She finally said. “Something that made me…made me want to...”
“Figure that out did you?” he laughed. “Just a little mixture I use sometimes on…special models…now get the fuck out of my house.”
She wanted to kill him. She looked at the bottle of oil on the floor and replayed the events in her mind. It was just as she put the oil on that she began to become sexually excited. This dirty pervert had probably laced it with some date rape drug that seeped into her as she applied it to her sensitive areas.
“You sick Pervert. Don’t think you’re going to get away with rape.”
How many girls had he done this to? And Supergirl, a superheroine, had stupidly also been tricked.
“Rape? We both know Supergirl that you could have gotten free easily.” He teased her. “You wanted it. You were just short of being on your knees begging me for it.”
“Liar!”
“If I would have asked, I’m sure I could have invited some friends over and you would have gratefully obliged them as well.”
Her face went scarlet with the thought, and the possible truth in it.
“Think of it Supergirl, A Super-Sandwich, ha-ha. I think that’s called a hero, isn’t it?”
“Shut up! When I’m finished with this mess, I’m coming back for you.”
“Ha-ha, if you come back sweetheart.” He laughed. “Something tells me that tonight maybe the last night ANYONE sees Supergirl again.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine.
“People like you, fall the hardest.” She said in a cold hard voice as she walked out into the crisp cool air of the patio she could hear the broken door close and lock behind her.
“Yeah, yeah, the world’s mightiest heroine, but to me, your just another good fuck.” She heard him say as she crumpled the paper in her fist and headed into the night to find her friend.