Tigress squirmed in her seat angrily as Khaotics circled her thoughtfully.

"I still can't believe you haven't figured out the trick to that." He teased. He had tied her arms behind a simple dining room chair and it had maximum effectiveness. "It's the simplest and most dull of restraints. I'd rather have you spread out to my liking."

Tigress bared her teeth at him. "Well maybe if you get me out of this stupid trap, I'll let you spread me like butter on toast."

He laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "All in due time."

She flushed and her tail flicked in embarrassment. "You make me sick." She spat.

"Do I?"

"Absolutely and infinitely so."

"You never did answer that question fully." He said.

The cat woman looked at him dubiously and shook her head. "What question?"

Khaotics let it hang in the air as he grabbed a chair to sit less than two inches in front of her. Close enough to touch if he let himself be. He leaned in so that their noses were only centimeters apart. "What's your relationship with the Supervillain, if I recall correctly."

Tigress straightened her back and glanced away. "I don't recall that question being asked. Besides, you know what we are to each other."

"Do I now? Care to elaborate, Kitten?"

"You're my villain. A dark, cynical, murderous villain intent on destroying this city and then who knows what? You've hurt me, brutally beat me into the ground. You've nursed me back to health just for the satisfaction of aggravating past injuries in battle later on. You still can't leave my collarbone alone." Tigress was gritting her teeth, anger rising in her bones enough to make her fur stand on end. "You use me. You take what you need to tide you over and then toss me aside, only to do it again and again. You goad me, tease me, you give me your undivided attention and affection. I never feel as if I'm battling for you to pay attention to me, because you always are."

Khaotics twitched at her change in words. She still sounded pissed, but the words were anything but hateful. It made him uncomfortable. "That's enough. You're boring me."

"I'm making you uncomfortable is what I'm doing. What's the matter? Such a bad ass when it comes to your powers but such a pussy when it comes to admitting the truth. You're fond of me."

"You must be stupid. You are nothing but a nuisance and a toy to me. You satiate my human desire for intimacy, but that's all you'll ever be. Your head must be so full of the bullshit the media feeds you about how great you are that you can't even imagine someone loathing you and what you do. I hate heroes. They disgust me. They fight for the weak when survival of the fittest is upon us. The strong rise to the top when heroes die and that's my full intention."

Tigress felt his mind intertwine with hers and she fought against the terrible images he sent her. "N-no. That's not your intention. Not anymore." She shut her eyes tightly, trying to push him out of her head.

"Oh but it is. I want to grasp you by the hair, tug on that ponytail of yours until your hair spills over your shoulders, and I want to yank on it. I want to grip it as tightly as I can and force you to watch your beloved cities burn down and arise in my image."

Images of burning cities, people dying in fires and children fleeing from their homes as they went crazy played through the young heroines mind. Everything crumbled into black ash, only to be rebuilt with an almost elegant air.

No longer did skyscrapers and legal buildings crowd the streets. Business men looked scared and CEO's gave little to no order in their companies. The controlling ones fell quickly and answered to it by banishment for undermining the authority.

"You see, Tigress. I know what you think. I see what you want, what you dream of, what you fear. To me, it's all the same. Your mind is just as weak as you are. You can't even defend yourself against a minor possession of your thoughts." He shook his head and narrowed his eyes.

"I hate you." She snarled. "You're sick."

A sinister glint sparked in his eye as he untied her and instead handcuffed her wrists. "Oh, you have no idea, Kit."

Hours later, Tigress is exactly what she had suspected she'd be. Spread wide by crazy contraptions she's sure Khaotics has made himself. She had to hand it to him, the equipment, while uncomfortable in some ways, was mostly luxurious.

He clearly didn't want her to hurt unless he was causing it directly.

She shivered at the warmth gathering in her neck and chest, the blood flowing frantically as it began showing bruises and bites.

He was watching her from across the room out of the corner of his eye as he called down to his workers and forbade them clearance to the area.

It was dark in here, but not dim. The lighting was just barely working to let her see him, much less anything else. She knew the walls were soundproofed and it disgusted her. She cringed at the thought of how many women he brought her on a weekly basis.

He hung up the phone and turned to her. "What do you think? I made it just for you. Since you seem to think I'm in love with you." He said mockingly.

"Considering I'm naked and covered in marks, I wouldn't put it past you. You could leave me here all night and dump me anywhere, they'd find me if push came to shove. The city people love me, and I love them. You, on the other hand, know nothing about love." She tensed against the arm restraints, testing their durability and hold. She could move only an inch or so before it automatically began tightening again. The farther away she pulled, the faster it yanked her back.

"I bet you get tired of everyone worshipping the ground you walk on," Khaotics said. He circled around her, watching as she tensed and fought against the bondage. He ran a finger over each and every mark until she trembled involuntarily. He slapped her and she snarled, lunging at his hand with her fangs appearing to pierce him and cause serious pain. He only chuckled as he continued. "Talking to you and touching you like you're some sort of divine thing, and not some hot mess who has no idea what she's doing... Or who she's dealing with."

Tigress was speechless; he was hitting on the very things that made her insecure about being a heroine. Her cheek stung in sympathy to her hurt feelings and she looked away.

"No, don't look away." He gripped her face with his hand and forced her to look him in the eye. "I want to see the hurt in your eyes. You know what I say is true, don't you Tigress?" He crooned.

Tears pricked her eyes and she nodded.

He was degrading her, humiliating her and she was helpless to do anything but listen and watch.

"You're so fragile and breakable. If only they knew what a whorish disappointment you really are. You get your moments, where you seem sure and can control yourself for a moment, but you quickly tire out and fall at my feet. You never beg for mercy, so today I'm going to make sure I hear it from you." His hand fell down to her throat and squeezed, then trailed in between her breasts and to her most sacred area.

Oh yes, he had been craving this for awhile now.

Her chest heaved as he lightly stroked her inner thigh, watching as the light in her eyes became hazy and the color turned that smoky shade of pink it always did when he manipulated her body for his satisfaction. He never once worried about her release, although she always did. He smirked as her hips bucked upward hard and was slammed back down onto the table. "Ah ah ah." He chided. "So desperate for my touch, are we?"

"F-fuck you." She growled.

"On the contrary. Fuck you."

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