A gift to Brutus

Supergirl sat in her cell, the cold stone floor pressing against her bare skin. The heavy chains clinked softly with every slight movement, a constant reminder of her captivity. She was exhausted, her body aching from the rough treatment she had endured. Yet, her spirit remained unbroken. She knew she had to stay strong, not just for herself, but for Frieden.

The door to her cell creaked open, and two stone soldiers entered, their expressionless faces betraying no emotion. Without a word, they lifted her to her feet and led her down a dimly lit corridor. She stumbled, the chains making it difficult to walk, but they dragged her forward relentlessly.

They stopped before a massive set of double doors, intricately carved with scenes of conquest and domination. One of the soldiers pushed the doors open, revealing a grand chamber lit by flickering torches. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the walls were adorned with tapestries depicting Brutus's many victories.

At the far end of the chamber, seated on a throne of black marble, was Brutus the Conqueror. His presence was overwhelming, his telekinetic power palpable even from a distance. He was a monstrous figure, disfigured yet exuding an aura of raw, terrifying power. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as he watched the soldiers bring Supergirl before him.

"Ah, my prize," Brutus said, his voice deep and resonant. "You are even more exquisite than I imagined."

The soldiers **** Supergirl to her knees before the throne, her chains rattling loudly in the oppressive silence. She glared up at Brutus, her eyes burning with defiance despite her **** position.

Brutus leaned forward, a cruel smile spreading across his twisted face. "You see, Supergirl, you are more than just a trophy. You are a symbol. A symbol of Frieden's failure and my ultimate victory."

He gestured to the soldiers, who began to adorn her with various decorations. They placed a jeweled collar around her neck, intricate bracelets on her wrists, and anklets that gleamed in the torchlight. The decorations were ornate, crafted to highlight her nakedness rather than conceal it. Brutus watched the process with a keen eye, clearly enjoying the sight.

Supergirl's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anger and humiliation washing over her. But she refused to show any weakness. She met Brutus's gaze with unwavering determination, refusing to let him see her break.

Brutus stood from his throne and approached her, his towering figure casting a long shadow over her. He reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You belong to me now," he said softly, his voice laced with malevolence. "And you will learn to serve me, just like all the others."

Supergirl spat at his feet, her defiance unwavering. "I will never serve you," she hissed.

Brutus laughed, a dark, chilling sound that echoed through the chamber. "Oh, but you will," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Everyone does, eventually."