Four

“Four,” Me says, getting up from the chair. “This will take some thinking about.”

She puts her hands in her coat pockets and pulls out a cigarette and lighter. Putting the cigarette between her lips, she lights it. “Filthy habit, but they say it takes years off your life. Now. where were we? Oh, yes, the number four, how can I translate that into pain? Though don't think of it as pain - this game is just a prelude to all those dirty things you'll get to do to me - just think of it as four play.” She blows a smoke ring into your face and when it clears, she’s gone from the room.

“Oh look, I’m the Invisible Girl,” says Me’s voice. “The things you can do with perception filters.” You feel her warm hands running up and down your body. “That’s right, it’s a Fantastic Four themed punishment.”

Her hands move down to cradle your testicles and then they squeeze them and she pulls your balls down, away from your body. As you grimace, writhing with the pain, you hear her disembodied voice. “Besides the Invisible Girl, there’s Mr Fantastic with his stretchy body.”

And then you feel the heat of her cigarette, as she stubs it out on your chest. “Then there’s the Human Torch, bursting into flame. Not to mention my favorite, The Thing, with his catchphrase...”

Her invisible fist flies into your face. “It’s clobberin’ time,” she shouts as your head’s knocked back, and the metallic taste of blood fills your mouth.

A smile appears in front of you, followed shortly afterwards by its owner, Me, rubbing her fist. She then lifts her hand, and rubs your aching cheek. “Hope you’re enjoying my little game. I know I am.”