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Image drawn by Katsiika , featuring 's Valeria .

Valeria strained against the ropes around her arms. Gloved fingers flailed fruitlessly. Her skintight suit was her own design, as was her capture. She had chosen to flaunt her voluptuous body in police-blue. Sadly, that meant compromises - and there was no utility belt or multitool for her to grasp.

Every moment was a gentle squeak of her latex against the tile of the floor. Phantom glared at her from above. Green eyes gave the cat-stare of an escapee who had proven her point. A thin smile crept across her face. Phantom was satisfied.

She pointed at the Warden.

"I think I've served my time," she said with an accusatory point. "I will be taking my leave."

Phantom wore Valeria's black-and-pink uniform. Skintight leggings, a tall jacket, and fanciful epaulets matched the villain's pale skin. It made Valeria all the more angry. Phantom was borrowing - no, stealing her look. As the villain turned to leave, Valeria grunted again.

She'd been bound with ropes and had her mouth heavily stuffed - first with a ball-gag, then a strip of tape, and finally with a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. The tiled rear hallway was within distance of the cells. Valeria would have to squirm her way to a security booth - in full view of the prisoners - before she could call for help. Meanwhile, Phantom strode out with hacked security codes and into the night.

The Warden would not rest. Phantom hadn't finished her sentence. She'd find a way to return her to the prison. Legal matters could be arranged. People could be moved. The prisoners could be leveraged. She would not forgive, nor forget this act.

After all, Phantom was wearing her uniform.

Description

Image drawn by Katsiika , featuring 's Valeria .

Valeria strained against the ropes around her arms. Gloved fingers flailed fruitlessly. Her skintight suit was her own design, as was her capture. She had chosen to flaunt her voluptuous body in police-blue. Sadly, that meant compromises - and there was no utility belt or multitool for her to grasp.

Every moment was a gentle squeak of her latex against the tile of the floor. Phantom glared at her from above. Green eyes gave the cat-stare of an escapee who had proven her point. A thin smile crept across her face. Phantom was satisfied.

She pointed at the Warden.

"I think I've served my time," she said with an accusatory point. "I will be taking my leave."

Phantom wore Valeria's black-and-pink uniform. Skintight leggings, a tall jacket, and fanciful epaulets matched the villain's pale skin. It made Valeria all the more angry. Phantom was borrowing - no, stealing her look. As the villain turned to leave, Valeria grunted again.

She'd been bound with ropes and had her mouth heavily stuffed - first with a ball-gag, then a strip of tape, and finally with a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. The tiled rear hallway was within distance of the cells. Valeria would have to squirm her way to a security booth - in full view of the prisoners - before she could call for help. Meanwhile, Phantom strode out with hacked security codes and into the night.

The Warden would not rest. Phantom hadn't finished her sentence. She'd find a way to return her to the prison. Legal matters could be arranged. People could be moved. The prisoners could be leveraged. She would not forgive, nor forget this act.

After all, Phantom was wearing her uniform.