"Do you know what it's like to wait for a promise to be fulfilled?" The words swam up at WildRose out of a thick red mist that was all too familiar to the vigilante by now. They echoed inside her head as if her skull had been hollowed out while she slept, reverberating in the silence inside her mind for a long moment before WildRose finally managed to summon up the brainpower to kickstart her sluggish mind into gear. When she did, she instinctively lashed out... but the thick leather restraints binding her wrists prevented her from moving more than a couple of inches. She fluttered her eyes open, wincing as her dilated pupils reacted to the light, to see that she'd been bound hand and foot to a medical examination table in a room she didn't recognize. That was when WildRose began to get the idea that this might be a little more serious than her usual predicaments.
Her only advantage was that the woman who'd captured her had an even deeper obsession with the sound of her own voice than she did with capturing female superheroes. "Do you understand the depths of longing that a soul can achieve when the reward for years of patient effort is always right there in front of you? Tantalizing you with its intoxicating closeness, whispering to you of the joyous ecstasy that you can reach simply by a single act of infidelity? And the journey always seems to be one step longer, the labors stretching out past the point of endurance. I had my moments of doubt, pretty girl. I am devoted, but I am only human." At this rate, WildRose was pretty sure she had time to learn macrame before Sangria got around to drugging her again.
Still, it was more than a little disconcerting that WildRose didn't remember how she'd been drugged in the first place. Sangria wasn't even supposed to know her own name anymore, let alone enough information to make up a batch of her special will-sapping drugs and catch WildRose off-guard with them. After their last close call with the seductive villainess, Professor Psyche had supposedly mindwiped her all the way back to the days when Florinda Montero was a humble chemist without any idea of the possibilities inherent in her research. How had she fought off the abilities of the most gifted telepath in the world?
It was a question WildRose could answer later. Right now, her only chance of getting out of this with her brains intact was to get free of these cuffs. While Sangria continued her rant, WildRose carefully twisted her wrist around inside the restraints to release the concealed lockpick in her glove. "And to be human is to want," Sangria monologued on, seemingly oblivious to the superhero's actions. She was completely caught up in her own triumphs, living the dream of finally explaining herself to a literally captive audience. "I have wanted you for so long, pretty girl. Ever since the day of my discovery, the day when I realized that nothing at all was beyond my grasp. Who wouldn't desire a woman like you, one whose beauty shines like a fire in the night? You stood on the rooftops like a goddess, darling, and all I ever wanted was to cease being beneath you."
It was a pretty good speech, probably one of the better ones WildRose had been forced to sit through, but her mind wasn't really on critiquing it. She had more important things to think about... like the lockpick that had gone missing from the concealed pouch inside her glove. WildRose stared at her wrist in confusion, struggling to remember what she could have done with it. She knew it was there--she'd had to escape from too many restraints and shackles to even think of leaving it behind when she went on missions. And she... she must have been on a mission when Sangria caught up with her, because she was still wearing her costume.
Most of it, at least. WildRose looked down again as her eyes finally finished adjusting to the light, wincing in dismay at the impromptu alterations that left her chest and crotch entirely exposed. That was going to make getting home an adventure once she got out of this, to say nothing of what her partners would say about it.
Her partners... WildRose suddenly went pale, her head whipping from side to side in a desperate attempt to see as much of the room as possible. It hadn't even occurred to her before now that if Sangria had regained her memories, then Sharpe and Shadowstryke were in as much danger as she was. After all, Sangria struck at them last time through Sharpe's secret identity--if she remembered that WildRose was Penelope Powell and Sharpe was Sarra Rabinowitz, then it surely wouldn't take too much effort to determine that Shadowstryke was Song Jeong-Hui. And Sangria wouldn't repeat the mistake she made last time. She'd collect the whole damned set.
Before she could get a good look, though, Sangria stepped in front of WildRose and looked down at her with an expression of amused exasperation on your face. "You are listening, my darling?" she asked, leaning down until the curls of her chestnut brown hair brushed against WildRose's cheek. "I'm not boring you, am I? Only I presumed you'd like a little time to think over your situation, and I figured I may as well give you a few answers to the questions undoubtedly on your befuddled mind." She let out a little chuckle. "After all, I'm in no hurry. Not anymore."
