A Fall Into Darkness

Hana's knees began to buckle in the wake of the video's conclusion, her mostly naked image still burned into every screen in the plaza. The crowds were buzzing now as the people who had borne witness to her invasive touching of her own body conversed with one another, commenting freely on various aspects of her body: "I never thought her breasts would be so...small!"

"Her buttocks are quite prominent, she should consider losing weight!"

"Oh, shit! Naked D.Va! Could this day get any better?"

"Don't look, Kwan! That is not for your eyes!"

"Were you recording that, Tae-Hyun?! What, are you more interested in Little Miss Starcraft than me?"

"I didn't think she'd shave her pubes like that, fascinating!"

"Wearing her own brand of underwear? Can you get any more self-absorbed?"

"'Boobies?' What is she, nine?"

The pointed, merciless stream of criticism was unbearable. Hana found herself having to brace herself with a hand against the car, breathing heavily as gazed up at Roadhog. "Rough day, huh?" He questioned.

Hana nodded jerkily, unable to bring herself to respond. Her world was coming apart at the seams, just like that suit of hers had. Things would, at minimum, never be the same. The Starcraft people would have questions, her managers would be fielding calls and putting out fires all week, and even Overwatch would need to enact serious damage control to mitigate the damage Hana's inadvertent strip show would no doubt do to their reputation. She pushed herself away from the car, contemplating simply running, but right as she turned and prepared to make a break for it, Roadhog sidestepped in front of her, reached up under her skirt and placed a digit right on the spot on her panties where her labia rested behind the thin fabric.

Hana let out a short, choked whine. Looking fearfully up at him. "Not one more step, or we see how deep a certain rabbithole goes."

Hana gulped, nodding slowly. Roadhog prodded her covered labia for effect, then withdrew his hand from the skirt. "We're done here," he said, jerking his head toward the Humvee, "Get in."

Hana glanced over at the three guards, who were now standing next to her, and she saw the moment for running had passed. Hanging her head, she opened the door and got back in, resigned to her continuing captivity at the group's hands. They drove away from the plaza, Hana seeing flashes going off before the still frozen screens as they left. Their journey took them through busy streets, where every few blocks another billboard displayed her image, any number of headlines appearing next to them such as:

"D.VA EMBROILED IN EMERGING PORN VIDEO CONTROVERSY"

"E-SPORTS SENSATION SHOWS OFF BODY IN EYE-POPPING VIRAL VIDEO"

"D.VA'S DERRIERE SHOCKS CROWDS IN SEOUL'S CHONGGYE PLAZA"

She cringed at the sight of them, turning her glowing face away from the windows and instead looking down at her own bare legs. The despair was welling up inside her like a flood, and she could feel herself about to cry...but right at the apex of her hurt and upset, she closed her eyes and willed the tears to stop. There wasn't time for it, and she didn't need it. Now, she said, opening her eyes again and staring ahead through the windshield, was something else.

...Anger, she decided. That was what she felt, underneath the sadness: Rage, burning white-hot. This wouldn't stand. It couldn't. Not one bit. Whoever had done this, she promised herself, she would find them, and then? Regret, but not hers.

They turned in and pulled up at the parking lot of an old, tumbledown warehouse, its roof corrugated sheet metal and the brickwork old and cracking. Roadhog and the guards got out as before, and Hana followed. The air felt cold, the sun no longer seeming to hold any warmth for her, as they led her into the drafty old building. When inside, she went to turn around, so as to lay eyes on Roadhog again, but as she did she felt a hand on her skirt and a rude tugging as it was ripped off of her. Hana blushed scarlet as her bright green panties came into view, and she found herself putting her hands in front of them, as if worried about what they'd take next.

"Nothing personal, you understand," Roadhog explained, as he reached out and tore her blazer open, her boobies shifting under the overly tight dress shirt at the gesture. "They want you humiliated, and I intend to give 'em what they want," He continued slipping the jacket off her shoulders and pausing to admire her boobies as they burrowed saucily against the sheer white shirt, then tore that open too, exposing them fully. Hana looked away, closing her eyes. "Please...please don't—" She was cut off by him going around her and pulling the shirt off her back, leaving her for the second time that day in her panties and little else; it was a small consolation that she was allowed to keep her knee-socks, but then again, that probably just made her look like the object of some pervert's fetish.

"Shall we go downstairs?" Roadhog said, turning to the Ranger guards. They shrugged, and the group fell into a familiar formation as they guided her down a long flight of stairs, through a door and along a dark, cold stone basement level which looked (so Hana thought) like some sort of...dungeon.