Midnight's Collection
I heard her heels clicking in the darkness. One after another with a rhythm that almost began sounding pleasant. It was Midnight after all, one of the most dangerous and most beautiful heroes today.
Peeking out behind the boxes I used to hide I saw her, right there in the middle of the room. Damn, she was even more beautiful in person. No wonder many villains yearned to be captured by her in secret. The whispers of her collection only enticed others further. A collection of slaves that she had in her dungeon for... rehabilitation. Of course none were ever rehabilitated, they just became her masochistic slaves. There for her pleasure.
I shook my head, clearing it of such thoughts. It was bad enough I needed to escape her, I didn't need stupid ideas popping into my head.
Perking up, I used my quirk. Thankfully, it was one that allowed me to escape other
A
list heroes like her. It was simple, whenever it was used, I made no sound. Not one. With it, I would escape her just as easily as I did the others.
As silent as a shadow I moved between the boxes of the warehouse we were in. Keeping one eye on her and the other on my surroundings. Though, strangely, she didn't seem to be actually looking for me. She just stood there, one hand on hip while she was checking her nails casually.
I was pretty new to the League of Villains but it still stung that she wasn't even trying to find me. I might had been new but I was still a
Villain.
Stifling a scoff, I continued making my way towards the open window that meant freedom from the seductress.
Once more, I shot her a look, but this time not to check where she was but just to admire her a little bit more. Dear lord she was mesmerizing. Her high heeled leather boots wrapped around her lithe legs as dark, violet stockings hugged her thighs. The white catsuit she wore was like second skin and it even seemed to shine the more I looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, without a doubt.
So clean and perfect and shiny. The dark lipstick and eyeliner rhymed with her raven hair, giving her an immaculate look that was borderline addicting to look at. It was like her whole visage was a statement, that she refused to compromise her looks just because she was a hero.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" She said with a teasing tone. "I do not have to look for you."
What was she talking about? I was almost out. I guess even though she was beautiful and alluring and-
Then it hit me...
There, just above the ground, barely visible in the darkness, a pink mist crawled slowly through the warehouse.
No...
Fuck no...
"It should be taking effect by now, shouldn't it?" She said with a faint smile. "I don't have to know where you are, you will be crawling to me soon enough."
I felt my palms sweat as my muscles buckled and I fell upon the floor. I began panting like a dog with my skin becoming more sensitive the more I breathed in. She had to know where I was by now from the ruckus I was making. And surely, she turned in my direction. Both hands on hips, victoriously expecting me to crawl to her.
As if. I turned to the window and with lax muscles, tried to run away.
"Tut, tut. I thought I told you to crawl to me." She said and her voice was like a tremor upon my psyche. Breaking down my walls and thoughts of escape, replacing them with ideas of masochistic surrender.
I found myself obeying her. Instead of crawling to the window I began crawling towards the seductress. What was I doing? Was her quirk this potent?
"That's a good boy, crawl over here. To my feet where you belong." She pointed to the place in front of her with her sharp nail. I wanted to fight, to scream, to resist, but the closer I got to her the more I just wanted to... worship.
Coming out of the darkness of the warehouse I found myself right where she wanted me. At her feet.
"What a good boy you are." She said wickedly and stomped upon my head just as I was about to look up at her. "I haven't had another toy in my collection for a very long time. You will do nicely."
