Gwen Stacy the hostage

Gwen slowly opened her eyes and looked around groggily. Her vision was blurry and a wave of curly blonde hair had fallen across her face.

She shook her head in a vain attempt to shift her locks, but when she attempted to use her hands to brush them back, pain shot through her shoulder.

Gwen twisted around (sending more pain through her shoulders) and discovered that her wrists had been yanked as far apart as possible without ripping her limbs off and handcuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling.

Her cries of pain gave way to a shriek of terror as she looked down and saw that she was suspended over what looked like a bottomless pit. Craning her neck back, Gwen saw that she was in a cavernous underground chamber.

Her blue eyes lit up as she saw a metal girder just out of reach. Swinging herself forwards and backwards until she had built up enough momentum, Gwen managed to stretch out her bare feet as far as her legs could reach. Her small toes brushed the cold metal...but she had no grip and her momentum twisted her back around. The blonde's eyes watered as she thought her arms were going to be ripped from their sockets.

"I wouldn't struggle, Miss Stacy. You can't escape."

Gwen twisted back around and through the tears of pain, could make out Olivia Octavius busy working on a machine.

"Let me go!" Gwen demanded.

"Of course, Miss Stacy. Just tell me who Spiderman is and I'll let you down."

"Nev-!" Gwen started to say, before a horrible thought crossed her mind. She glanced down and was relieved to see that she was still wearing her underwear, skimpy as it was. Finally, something was going her way.

"No need to worry, Miss Stacy," Dr Octavius smiled. "You don't have to take any more of your clothes off if you don't want to."

Gwen cringed when she realised that she had indeed taken her clothes off willingly.

Gwen fell silent as she hung there, a dull but constant ache settling into her shoulders.

Peter would surely be on his way, but that didn't mean she had to hang around as the damsel in distress waiting for him. And who knows? Maybe there would be a chance to obtain some more clothing.

Gwen chewed her lip and shivered in the cold, trying to think of a way to get her captor to release her.