Katy Donahue awoke in an unfamiliar room with a killer headache. Clutching her temples as she rose from a surprisingly comfortable bed, she took in her surroundings. She was in what looked like a bedroom, but with several obvious oddities. Firstly there were no windows, even on the door, which had no handle that she could see. Instead, the walls were littered with screens. Speakers were also scattered throughout in every corner. The only other things were a wardrobe, small dresser and of course the bed she had woken up on. Just as she was starting to take in everything, a man's voice echoed from several speakers throughout the room.
"Ah, good morning Katy, or should I call you CopyKat?"
Shit. A chill ran down Katy's spine. This instantly confirmed not only the fear that she had been abducted and wasn't simply waking up from some drunken one night stand, but also shed some light on a motive. Whoever her captor was, he knew her identity. CopyKat was the moniker she adopted when fighting crime. From a young age she had been a fast learner. Abnormally so, even. She quickly found that she was able to master martial arts moves and gymnastics stunts she saw on TV and in Movies after merely seeing them performed on screen. After some superficial attempts to use her power for fame or credit, she became disillusioned and moved towards using it only to fight crime. Donning a mask and bodysuit and taking to the streets at night. Of course, that often led to run ins with lunatics like whoever this was. They may be confident now, but once CopyKat was able to escape, they would be on the receiving end of her expert moves in no time.
"Who are you and how did you know who I am?" she asked, quite sure her captor must also have planted some form of surveillance devices in her room and could probably hear her.
"Who I am doesn't really matter for now. This is all about you. Impressive, talented Katy. If only you had stuck to gymnastics, you wouldn't have gotten in my way. Of course, if you really wanted to pursue this crime-fighting hobby, you should have tried a bit harder to cover your tracks. It wasn't hard to find information on the web about a gymnast and martial arts prodigy like yourself. Putting two and two together was easy. Once I did, I could study your background in more depth. I hear you speak 10 languages?"
"Fuck you! So what?" Katy growled at the cocky bastard.
"Well, that's great news for me. It means that you don't just learn physical motions but also speech patterns. Maybe even thought patterns. See, your power has been a blessing all your life. However, now it will become your curse, and ultimately your undoing." he proclaimed ominously.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked skeptical.
"Oh, you'll see. But all this conversation is getting tedious. How about a bit of TV, hm?" he said in a sickly sweet tone.
On cue, every screen in the room lit up and the speakers all came to life as well. Instead of some soap opera or piece of news, Katy was startled to see pornography begin to play on every screen. As she turned her head around the room, she saw various different genres and positions as a myriad of young women were being fucked and degraded in every imaginable way. Katy had always found most porn to be simply offensive and hated watching it. Now, though, she couldn't get away from it. In every direction there was some other humiliating scene.
"What's the meaning of this? Huh? Tell me you sick pervert!" she cried out, but there was no response. Only a torrent of unabated obscenity on the endless screens.
After several hours of this gratuity, and without answer from her captor, Katy felt like she was getting another headache. She had paced around the room for a while trying to find some weak point or method of escape but everything was solid. Impenetrable. She didn't possess super strength or any other trick that could get her out of this. Her best shot was to wait for someone to open the door from the outside and at that point she could tackle them and make her ploy for freedom.