Huda

Deep within a League of Shadows underground facility, cold neon light reflected off the damp concrete walls.

There, strapped to a metal chair by leather restraints that dug into her skin, sat Huda Strange.

Huda was the personification of intellectual arrogance and clinical sadism. Even in captivity, her eyes gleamed with a morbid curiosity. She wore a white lab coat—now crumpled and stained—that barely concealed the movement of her chest as she breathed heavily. She felt not fear; she felt fascination. She was captured by a henchman of the League of Shadows after Odette revealed how she managed to free the villains, leaving no loose ends. Briaana was ordered to subdue Huda.

"So, the great Batwoman has finally decided to pay me a visit," Huda taunted, her voice raspy and a cynical smile playing on her lips. "Did you come to study me? Or to see if my mind is as flexible as my body?"

The henchmen stood around her. They did not respond; they merely watched, noting how the straps cinched tight around her wrists and ankles, forcing her legs to remain slightly spread.

Huda Strange let out a nasal laugh—a dry sound that echoed off the cell's concrete walls. She looked at Briaana—an imposing figure shrouded in shadow, whose mask’s white eyes radiated a relentless coldness.

Briaana did not answer with words. With a sharp movement, she gripped Huda’s chin, forcing her to lift her face. With her left hand, Briaana activated the magical branding device. A flash of violet light and intense heat struck the pale skin of Huda’s abdomen. The doctor let out a sharp cry as her skin burned—not creating a wound, but a pulsating geometric seal: the insignia of Michael.

The mark was not merely aesthetic. The instant the seal took hold, Huda felt something ancient and overwhelming invade her nervous system. Her arrogance abandoned her, as if torn out by the roots. Her muscles relaxed, and a wave of visceral heat surged up her spine, centering in her belly and between her thighs.

"Now," Briaana’s voice was a low, guttural growl, "swear loyalty to Master Michael."

Huda Strange—the woman who manipulated minds and tortured bodies for fun—felt tears welling up. She didn't just want to obey; she felt a biological need to be consumed by him. "I... I swear..." Huda gasped, her tongue heavy. "My mind, my body... everything belongs to Michael."

Briaana released her chin and, with a swift movement, sliced ​​through the leather straps. Huda slid from the chair, collapsing onto the cold concrete floor. She made no attempt to flee. Instead, she began to undo her white lab coat, exposing her ample breasts and the pulsating mark on her belly, which glowed in sync with the desire now consuming her.

"Take her to Arkham Asylum; she is to work as usual until the Master summons her," Briaana ordered, retreating into the shadows.

(images created by Lawless)