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The pain woke En-Trance, the stiffness in her back, her shoulders. She was kneeling on something, back arched, hands behind her. Groaning she tried to stretch, to ease the pressure on her shoulders and back. Her hands didn't move, they were held fast by, something. Her legs were stuck fast too.
"What the fuck?" En-Trance thought to herself, she forced her violet eyes open, turned to see what held her. She gasped in shock as she took in the solid block of concrete she was partially entombed in. The grey unyielding block held her legs pinned from mid thigh, and her hands and wrists were similarly held behind her.
"Whaff heee ucckkk?" En-Trance growled, voice muffled by something pressed across her face, duct tape most likely by the feel of it. She groaned in impotent despair, gagged and imprisoned, powerless and helpless, it looked like whoever grabbed her didn't want her going anywhere.
The Shadow Siren looked about, taking in her surroundings while her mind raced trying to come up with a way out of this predicament. She was in some kind of run down building, an old workshop maybe. It wasn't a basement, she was above ground. She could see the moon shining in through a cracked and dirty window to her right.
The only light inside was from a few weak, yellowed bulb and apart from her the place appeared to be empty. In the centre of the room she could see a cement mixer and the remains of a wooden frame, no doubt used to form the prison she had been placed in while unconscious, and almost lost in the gloom at the far end she could see a door.
"There is my way out, if I can just get free" En-Trance thought as she arched and pulled again, straining to free herself from her stony cage. She fell back, gasping for air. It was futile. She was held fast. "Oh to have powers like Imperia, just once" En-Trance fumed silently.
"Ellpp...Elllppp..Elllpp eeee!!!", En-trance screamed behind the gag, hoping someone would hear her. She listened, but she heard nothing, in fact the place was silent apart from the sounds of her exertions and her muffled cries for help. She couldn't see any streetlights outside either. Where the hell was she and how had she gotten here? She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened.
It was hard to focus, her head was clouded with the after effects of...something. She had been on patrol, her cell had gone off. It had been her PR manager Lilianna calling. Lilianna had sounded upset, had asked En-Trance to come over straight away.
Before En-Trance could ask any questions, Lilianna ended the call, leaving the heroine looking at her phone thoughtfully. Shaking her head, she had turned her bike around and made for the office building where Lilianna worked. When the Shadow Siren arrived she saw the building was mostly dark, but the light was on in Lilianna's office.
Wondering what could be so urgent she strolled in, a smart ass remark on her lips. She never got to say it, she stopped, stunned at the sight of Lilianna slumped in her chair, bound and gagged. Trance barely had time to register the scene when she felt something pressed against her back. There was a soft crackle, and her legs gave way. She fell to the ground, body jerking slightly, feeling like she had been kicked by a mule. The last thing she remembered was the soft cloth over her face, the cloying smell of chloroform? Yes, chloroform, then everything went dark and she knew nothing else until she woke up here.
The Shadow Siren opened her eyes and looked about again, wherever here was. Some dirt hole in the middle of nowhere by the looks of things, miles from the city and miles from help. Her thoughts went back to Lilianna briefly, her manager was nowhere to be seen. En-Trance hoped that meant she was back in her office, and unhurt.
Someone would discover her in the morning, then the hunt would begin. Her friends would find her. She barely considered the possibility that Lilianna could be someplace close by, caught in a similar trap. She refused to consider the possibility that her kidnapper had covered his tracks by killing her friend. If Lilianna had been hurt in anyway...
En-trance tugged furiously on her arms and legs, screaming in impotent anger behind her gag as she tried once again to gain the slightest amount of movement, anything that would show her that there was a chance to free herself. After several minutes she stopped, nostrils flaring as she tried to catch her breath. Nothing. No give. She was staying put until someone found her.
She shrugged as best she could, tried to ease the pain in her limbs while she worked her jaw, tried rubbing her chin against her shoulder in an attempt to loosen the tape. if she could free her mouth, then when her kidnapper returned, he would be in for a surprise. She was still trying when she heard a car approach, saw the headlights briefly shine through the window as it pulled up outside.
She started to call out, then stopped, thinking. It was unlikely to be help, as much as she wanted it to be. It could be some curious passerby, or someone stopping to make a call, but the chances were that her kidnapper had returned. She returned to her attempts to loosen her gag, working with a feverish desperation, her eyes on the door she could just make out through the gloom. "Come...on!!!" En-Trance thought furiously, "Damn tape...come off!!!", but the tape held.
The door opened and the trapped heroine froze, eyes locked on the shadowy figure who approached her slowly. The lights were too dim to make out any features yet, but her captor was a man. He stopped, regarded her silently from the shadows. She blushed, well aware how revealing her costume was. She had chosen it quite deliberately for just that reason but there were moments she regretted it, and this was certainly one of them.
"Waff ou yufh waft? Et e goohhh!!" En-Trance snarled, glaring at him, her eyes flashed with violet light but her mangled words had no effect on him, he had made sure of that with the gag.
"Shhhhh" he held one finger across his lips. "The time for talk has passed, don't you think?" he walked a little closer, his right hand reaching into his coat pocket. Removing his hand he held up a taser for her to see, pressed the trigger. Electricity arced across the prongs, there was a soft hissing crackle that she remembered well.
En-trance went quiet, swallowing down a sudden rush of fear. She looked at him, trying to force herself to appear calm. She could feel her heart, hammering in her chest. Despite knowing it was pointless, she struggled briefly to move. Her captor watched her without comment, waiting until she was still again, smiling in the shadows as she glared at him defiantly.
"I was your biggest fan you know, I still am", her captor began, "But you ignored me. I sent you flowers, I sent you gifts, I e-mailed you. I turned up at every product endorsement you were ever at, stood in line to get your autograph over and over. We even had our picture taken together, when you got your bike, remember? I told you it was the happiest moment of my life" The man's voice broke, it sounded like he was fighting back tears. En-Trance softened her gaze, "Eestn..ef u et eee goohhh I.."
"Shut up!! Shut the fuck up!!! I don't want to hear it." The man screamed. En-Trance blinked, suddenly fearful again, the guy was crazy. She was trapped and helpless in the hands of a psychopath.
"Shhhh...it's okay" The man spoke again in a soothing tone. " I didn't mean to scare you. I would never do anything to hurt you En-Trance. I love you. I am going to look after you, yes I am. You won't have to put yourself in danger fighting crime ever again, I am going to keep you safe, here, with me. Isn't that wonderful?" The man asked eagerly.
"Ess" Trance nodded, hoping that by humouring him she could lull him into relaxing, make a mistake, remove her gag.
"Good, that's my good girl." The man started to approach again, tazer raised, electric bolts flashing across it.
"Ait...I saiff ess!!" En-Trance began to twist again, body straining. She knew it was futile, but she would be damned if she was going to simply sit there and meekly accept her fate. She watched him get closer, grunting in exertion as her efforts increased.
"I know you did, and that's good. But you have been bold, you ignored me. You hurt my feelings. I have to punish you now, but don't worry. I won't be too harsh and then, then we can be together." Her captor stepped into the light for the first time. He was unremarkable, plain looking. She wouldn't have noticed him in a crowd, she hadn't noticed him at all, that was the problem.
She continued to struggle, swearing at him, her eyes glowing as he approached. As he came closer the fear took hold of her. She looked at the tazer, then at his face, eyes wide and frantic. She pleaded as best she could while gagged, pleaded with a desperation born of her fear.
A look of adoration on his face, her captor ignored her pleas. He gazed down at her as she continued to writhe helplessly in the shrine he had made for her. His free hand roamed across her silk covered body longingly. "Mine, finally mine" He thought with a sigh.
He did not relish what he was about to do. He truly loved En-Trance but spare the rod...Ignoring her pleas, her promises, he pressed the tazer against her body and pushed the trigger...

A Dee n Me production, art by the Munchkin of Doom , story by me

En-Trance, aka the Shadow Siren and the mentioned Imperia Solaris are my oc's and may only be used with permission

Description

The pain woke En-Trance, the stiffness in her back, her shoulders. She was kneeling on something, back arched, hands behind her. Groaning she tried to stretch, to ease the pressure on her shoulders and back. Her hands didn't move, they were held fast by, something. Her legs were stuck fast too.
"What the fuck?" En-Trance thought to herself, she forced her violet eyes open, turned to see what held her. She gasped in shock as she took in the solid block of concrete she was partially entombed in. The grey unyielding block held her legs pinned from mid thigh, and her hands and wrists were similarly held behind her.
"Whaff heee ucckkk?" En-Trance growled, voice muffled by something pressed across her face, duct tape most likely by the feel of it. She groaned in impotent despair, gagged and imprisoned, powerless and helpless, it looked like whoever grabbed her didn't want her going anywhere.
The Shadow Siren looked about, taking in her surroundings while her mind raced trying to come up with a way out of this predicament. She was in some kind of run down building, an old workshop maybe. It wasn't a basement, she was above ground. She could see the moon shining in through a cracked and dirty window to her right.
The only light inside was from a few weak, yellowed bulb and apart from her the place appeared to be empty. In the centre of the room she could see a cement mixer and the remains of a wooden frame, no doubt used to form the prison she had been placed in while unconscious, and almost lost in the gloom at the far end she could see a door.
"There is my way out, if I can just get free" En-Trance thought as she arched and pulled again, straining to free herself from her stony cage. She fell back, gasping for air. It was futile. She was held fast. "Oh to have powers like Imperia, just once" En-Trance fumed silently.
"Ellpp...Elllppp..Elllpp eeee!!!", En-trance screamed behind the gag, hoping someone would hear her. She listened, but she heard nothing, in fact the place was silent apart from the sounds of her exertions and her muffled cries for help. She couldn't see any streetlights outside either. Where the hell was she and how had she gotten here? She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened.
It was hard to focus, her head was clouded with the after effects of...something. She had been on patrol, her cell had gone off. It had been her PR manager Lilianna calling. Lilianna had sounded upset, had asked En-Trance to come over straight away.
Before En-Trance could ask any questions, Lilianna ended the call, leaving the heroine looking at her phone thoughtfully. Shaking her head, she had turned her bike around and made for the office building where Lilianna worked. When the Shadow Siren arrived she saw the building was mostly dark, but the light was on in Lilianna's office.
Wondering what could be so urgent she strolled in, a smart ass remark on her lips. She never got to say it, she stopped, stunned at the sight of Lilianna slumped in her chair, bound and gagged. Trance barely had time to register the scene when she felt something pressed against her back. There was a soft crackle, and her legs gave way. She fell to the ground, body jerking slightly, feeling like she had been kicked by a mule. The last thing she remembered was the soft cloth over her face, the cloying smell of chloroform? Yes, chloroform, then everything went dark and she knew nothing else until she woke up here.
The Shadow Siren opened her eyes and looked about again, wherever here was. Some dirt hole in the middle of nowhere by the looks of things, miles from the city and miles from help. Her thoughts went back to Lilianna briefly, her manager was nowhere to be seen. En-Trance hoped that meant she was back in her office, and unhurt.
Someone would discover her in the morning, then the hunt would begin. Her friends would find her. She barely considered the possibility that Lilianna could be someplace close by, caught in a similar trap. She refused to consider the possibility that her kidnapper had covered his tracks by killing her friend. If Lilianna had been hurt in anyway...
En-trance tugged furiously on her arms and legs, screaming in impotent anger behind her gag as she tried once again to gain the slightest amount of movement, anything that would show her that there was a chance to free herself. After several minutes she stopped, nostrils flaring as she tried to catch her breath. Nothing. No give. She was staying put until someone found her.
She shrugged as best she could, tried to ease the pain in her limbs while she worked her jaw, tried rubbing her chin against her shoulder in an attempt to loosen the tape. if she could free her mouth, then when her kidnapper returned, he would be in for a surprise. She was still trying when she heard a car approach, saw the headlights briefly shine through the window as it pulled up outside.
She started to call out, then stopped, thinking. It was unlikely to be help, as much as she wanted it to be. It could be some curious passerby, or someone stopping to make a call, but the chances were that her kidnapper had returned. She returned to her attempts to loosen her gag, working with a feverish desperation, her eyes on the door she could just make out through the gloom. "Come...on!!!" En-Trance thought furiously, "Damn tape...come off!!!", but the tape held.
The door opened and the trapped heroine froze, eyes locked on the shadowy figure who approached her slowly. The lights were too dim to make out any features yet, but her captor was a man. He stopped, regarded her silently from the shadows. She blushed, well aware how revealing her costume was. She had chosen it quite deliberately for just that reason but there were moments she regretted it, and this was certainly one of them.
"Waff ou yufh waft? Et e goohhh!!" En-Trance snarled, glaring at him, her eyes flashed with violet light but her mangled words had no effect on him, he had made sure of that with the gag.
"Shhhhh" he held one finger across his lips. "The time for talk has passed, don't you think?" he walked a little closer, his right hand reaching into his coat pocket. Removing his hand he held up a taser for her to see, pressed the trigger. Electricity arced across the prongs, there was a soft hissing crackle that she remembered well.
En-trance went quiet, swallowing down a sudden rush of fear. She looked at him, trying to force herself to appear calm. She could feel her heart, hammering in her chest. Despite knowing it was pointless, she struggled briefly to move. Her captor watched her without comment, waiting until she was still again, smiling in the shadows as she glared at him defiantly.
"I was your biggest fan you know, I still am", her captor began, "But you ignored me. I sent you flowers, I sent you gifts, I e-mailed you. I turned up at every product endorsement you were ever at, stood in line to get your autograph over and over. We even had our picture taken together, when you got your bike, remember? I told you it was the happiest moment of my life" The man's voice broke, it sounded like he was fighting back tears. En-Trance softened her gaze, "Eestn..ef u et eee goohhh I.."
"Shut up!! Shut the fuck up!!! I don't want to hear it." The man screamed. En-Trance blinked, suddenly fearful again, the guy was crazy. She was trapped and helpless in the hands of a psychopath.
"Shhhh...it's okay" The man spoke again in a soothing tone. " I didn't mean to scare you. I would never do anything to hurt you En-Trance. I love you. I am going to look after you, yes I am. You won't have to put yourself in danger fighting crime ever again, I am going to keep you safe, here, with me. Isn't that wonderful?" The man asked eagerly.
"Ess" Trance nodded, hoping that by humouring him she could lull him into relaxing, make a mistake, remove her gag.
"Good, that's my good girl." The man started to approach again, tazer raised, electric bolts flashing across it.
"Ait...I saiff ess!!" En-Trance began to twist again, body straining. She knew it was futile, but she would be damned if she was going to simply sit there and meekly accept her fate. She watched him get closer, grunting in exertion as her efforts increased.
"I know you did, and that's good. But you have been bold, you ignored me. You hurt my feelings. I have to punish you now, but don't worry. I won't be too harsh and then, then we can be together." Her captor stepped into the light for the first time. He was unremarkable, plain looking. She wouldn't have noticed him in a crowd, she hadn't noticed him at all, that was the problem.
She continued to struggle, swearing at him, her eyes glowing as he approached. As he came closer the fear took hold of her. She looked at the tazer, then at his face, eyes wide and frantic. She pleaded as best she could while gagged, pleaded with a desperation born of her fear.
A look of adoration on his face, her captor ignored her pleas. He gazed down at her as she continued to writhe helplessly in the shrine he had made for her. His free hand roamed across her silk covered body longingly. "Mine, finally mine" He thought with a sigh.
He did not relish what he was about to do. He truly loved En-Trance but spare the rod...Ignoring her pleas, her promises, he pressed the tazer against her body and pushed the trigger...

A Dee n Me production, art by the Munchkin of Doom , story by me

En-Trance, aka the Shadow Siren and the mentioned Imperia Solaris are my oc's and may only be used with permission