Reed stepped into the bedroom he shared with Sue. Her perfume hung about as an almost tactile reminder of her presence and beauty. He tugged his shirt over his head, tossed it in the hamper. He decided on a shower, so he would be fresh when Sue came home. He strode into the master bathroom. His breath froze in his lungs, the marrow in his bones went ice cold.
Taped to the medicine cabinet mirror were a dozen Polaroid photos of Sue, bound and gagged, stark naked! Doctor Doom loomed over her in every photo. The look of fear and loathing on Sue's face shattered Reed's soul. Tacked to the mirror in the center of the photos was a note. His heart in his stomach, Reed reached for the epistle. He read,
Greetings, Richards, you, parasite,
As you can see, there is nothing which you possess which I cannot fail to take away. As of now, your bride is completely in my thrall. Bathed, shaved, collared. She has already shown her appreciation for me with a rousing session of fellatio. Yes, indeed she did swallow every drop. Several times in fact! You must have been starving her of affection Richards because she opened to me as though her love life was as arid and empty as the Sahara Desert. Once we were at my place, I easily erased her protestations and inhibitions. She squirted all over my sheets, invoked a deity and then shouted my name! When is the last time she ever did that for you? Your ruggedly handsome good looks and incredibly flexible manhood are nothing compared to the power and majesty of Doom unveiled! Don't be too hard on yourself science amateur, she was never really yours to begin with. My new slave confessed all her infidelities.
She was quite blunt about her desire that that nauseating Namor had been the actual sperm donor to her children! That's what she called you, "My incredibly flexible absentminded sperm donor." Not very fantastic, right? I'm afraid I wore the poor dear out. She is resting comfortably, dreaming happily about tomorrow when she will take her place at the end of a leash at the foot of my throne. I may or may not give her something akin to Princess Leia's gold bikini to wear. In any event I'll forward a video or two sometime over the next few days so that you can see how contended, happy, and blissful her new life is. She will no longer be the Invisible Woman, but she will be more visible than ever before having permanently escaped your noxious shadow! I return to you what is yours. Enjoy your gift.
Reed read the letter in horror several times. It had such a ring of authenticity that he had little doubt that Doom was not blowing smoke.
"Gift?" he said aloud. He became aware of an incessant buzzing. He hastened to his front door. A Lad from the Ace Delivery Service stood beyond the threshold in a spiffy uniform. He showed Reed with a small box wrapped in butcher's paper. The courier informed Reed that his gratuity had already been tendered. The small box was transferred to Reed's hands and the door closed.
Reed strode on unsteady feet to the nearest chair. He tore the paper off the box with gusto. Reed knew that Doom considered bombs uncouth. Reed opened the top of the box and upended it. Out came Sue's engagement and wedding rings. Suddenly acutely aware of his loss, Mr. Fantastic became a sobbing child.
