Dehydrates her into a trophy (DARK)

"I know just what to do," Ms Kyoto declared. "What better way to celebrate my conquest than to give myself a Rocketgirl trophy? And what better trophy than the great Rocketgirl herself? Oh, boys! Help Melissa to her feet and let's take her to the convection oven."

"What? No, no!" Rocketgirl screamed as she scrambled quickly to her feet. Just as she started trying to use her powers to run away, though, Ms Kyoto's henchmen were upon her, grabbing each limb. Rocketgirl's superspeed was enough to jar their grip, but not enough to shake them off, especially when one surprised her with a swift chemical injection to her buttocks: a mild muscle relaxant -- not enough to incapacitate her, but enough to slow her down to the speed of an average woman.

"The ****'s effects are temporary," Ms Kyoto reassured her. "You'll have your full muscular capacity back in about three minutes. I just can't have you escaping my men while we're taking you to the convection oven. But once inside, you'll have your full powers back. Much good may they do you there."

Rocketgirl squirmed and struggled in the tight grip of the henchmen. "Ms Kyoto, be reasonable. Please. You've already taken over my life. There's no need to kill me too. There has to be another way."

"Who said anything about killing you?" Ms Kyoto replied. "My dear, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. I'm simply going to shrink you into my trophy. Think of yourself as a shrunken head -- only you'll be a fully shrunken former superheroine." She giggled as she opened a door. The henchmen threw the naked Rocketgirl inside and Ms Kyoto slammed the door shut, twisting a heavy lock and punching an 8-digit code to seal the door.

Ms Kyoto and her henchmen walked two steps over to a small window showing them the inside of Melissa's new prison. They watched as the nude Rocketgirl picked herself up from the bars comprising the floor of her 10-square-foot prison. Rocketgirl looked around and saw that though it appeared to be a cement-lined room, the entire small room was lined with these thick bars. Stepping carefully to the door, she noted the digital keypad reading "LOCKED" and desperately tore at the giant wheel lock on the door itself. Twist and tug as she might, the lock would not budge.

"Let me out! Let me out!" she screamed as Ms Kyoto laughed. Rocketgirl heard her captor's laughter echo within the small chamber. She moved slowly, dejectedly to the window to stare out at Ms Kyoto's smirking face.

"Let you out, eh? I don't think I want to do that. But how about we compromise? I'll gradually let out, oh, let's say, about 60% of your body. I'll dehydrate you completely. Every molecule of water in your body has my permission to leave. Deal?"

"No, Ms Kyoto, NO!" Rocketgirl screamed. Ms Kyoto laughed as she turned a dial below the window. Rocketgirl panicked as she watched all the bars in her prison begin to emit a soft orange glow. She smelled the gas flowing through them and her feet began to feel the heat of the rods she was standing on. Soon the bars were too hot for sustained touch, and Rocketgirl began hopping up and down, trying to avoid touching the bars for very long. In a panic, she began jogging. Discovering that her superspeed had returned, she broke into a hypersprint, dashing as best she could between rather than on the bars -- but the spaces between the bars were so small, she inevitably touched them from time to time as she sped past. "Yow! Ow! Ouch! Aiiiee!" she wailed quickly each time she touched a hot bar.

Ms Kyoto laughed as she watched the whizzing blur she knew to be Rocketgirl and listened to her pained cries from being burned by the hot bars.

After an hour, Rocketgirl's eyes stung from blinking away salty sweat. Her body was covered in sweat, her breathing had become shallow as she struggled for air through the walls of dry heat and the thick steam evaporating off her body and the bars of her prison. Her steps slowed a bit and she stumbled from time to time, screaming in sheer agony when she would faceplant and her entire body would be prone against the hot bars. She'd scramble back to her feet and catch a glimpse of her heat-bronzed skin and the newly forming, long, bar-width welts where she'd had prolonged contact with the bars. Her predicament made her cry, but she tried desperately to fight back the tears, knowing they would only deplete her water supply even faster.

After two hours, Rocketgirl no longer had the strength to run. She trudged slowly, wavering on her feet, staggering between the bars. Her oxygen-deprived brain wondered if this would have been a better strategy all along, stepping or merely standing between the bars rather than trying to avoid the heat altogether by running, which likely exhausted her and dehydrated her even faster. But she was so exhausted now that she had to at least try to keep walking; otherwise she risked falling to the floor and burning her entire body against the bars.

She heard a beep behind her and twisted to look at the door. The electronic lock now displayed "UNLOCKED." She began stumbling toward the door as she watched the wheel spin and heard the lock ratchets unclasp. As the door opened, Rocketgirl called on the last of her strength to summon her superspeed, blasting through the open door and straight into the outstretched arm of a heavily armored person.

Running into armored arm knocked the wind out of her and she fell to the ground, skidding past the armored person and towards the waiting gang of henchmen. She started finding her footing but her hair was grabbed by the armored person, who dragged her gorgeously tanned body across the white lacquered floor, leaving a streak of sweat behind.

"No, no, no, no! No!" Rocketgirl screamed over and over, kicking and screaming, her hands shaking from heat exhaustion as they tried to untangle her frizzy, dried hair from the vise-like grip of the armored person. "No...no..." her dry throat rasped as she felt the cool air of the white hallway disappear as her body was dragged back into the sweltering, dark convection oven prison. She had been so close to escaping, and now all hope was lost.

"And now, my dear," Ms Kyoto's voice reverberated electronic and tinny through the armored suit as Melissa finally realized who was dragging her around. "The final stage of your dehydration can begin." She hauled Rocketgirl up by the hair so the heroine was suspended in midair in the sweltering convection oven. Ms Kyoto tied her captive's hair in a thick knot around one of the hot bars of the ceiling, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Melissa weakly flailed and kicked her legs but found no purchase. Sweat poured off her gorgeous tanned body in thick rivers. "Please no," she mouthed, her faint raspy whisper barely audible.

Ms Kyoto pressed a button on her arm and a faceplate opened on her heavy armored suit. "I've calibrated the process very carefully, Rocketgirl. You will not die, but your lifestyle will be quite different once you've become fully dehydrated. You'll never be a heroine again. You'll live out your days as the dry husk of the woman you once were, forever motionless even as you retain full consciousness. You'll see and hear your surroundings, feel whatever is done to your body -- painful though it may be. I'm so looking forward to displaying you as my trophy. It won't be long now. But before you waste completely away, I want to remember you almost as you were. What do you say, love? Would you like one last kiss before you can't move your lips anymore?" Ms Kyoto fired twin rockets from the boots of her armored suit, lifting her face to level with the heroine's.

Rocketgirl wanted to protest, but she lacked the strength, not to mention the physical dexterity now that her muscles were dried and beginning to atrophy. She could only watch helplessly as Ms Kyoto's beautiful face neared, her lips parted, and suddenly, briefly, sensation returned to the heroine's lips.

Ms Kyoto was amused at the feeling of her full, moist lips against Rocketgirl's thinning, dry, cracked ones. With some effort against the tightening of the girl's facial muscles, Ms Kyoto pushed her tongue between Rocketgirl's lips, lightly teasing each as she swatted her tongue gingerly back and forth to briefly remoisten her captive's lips. Then she thrust her tongue fully forward into the heroine's dry mouth. She chuckled into her charge's throat as she felt the **** heroine eagerly push her own tongue up and forward.

Repulsed as she was by Ms Kyoto, Rocketgirl was trying to suck as much moisture as she could from the woman. Her body eagerly craved water, needed it to survive. Without even thinking, Rocketgirl's gradually remoistening lips and tongue pressed forward, trying to pull as much of Ms Kyoto as possible into herself.

But there was never any chance Ms Kyoto would be overtaken by the heroine. Firmly in control, Ms Kyoto relished the eagerness with which Rocketgirl returned her kiss, but after a few minutes, she pulled back and killed her jet-fuelled shoes, lowering herself back down to the ground. Rocketgirl watched miserably as her captor returned to land on the still-burning bars of the floor, obviously unaffected by the heat.

"Don't...leave me...here," Rocketgirl mouthed. She caught a sob in her throat as she realized the little moisture she'd collected from Ms Kyoto wasn't enough; if even her words were still barely audible, there was no hope at all for her limbs.

"I'm sorry, My Little Lissa, but I'm afraid I must go," Ms Kyoto said nonchalantly. "My armor is protecting me from the heat that's so rapidly depleting your body, but it can't shield me forever. Don't worry; I won't go far. I'll just be on the other side of that glass, watching you accept your final fate. Thank you for that last kiss. I will treasure that memory forever. I hope you will, too. See you on the other side."

She smiled and strode from the room, closing the door behind her. Rocketgirl swayed from her tangled hair, watching the wheel spin to lock the door, hearing a series of beeps as Ms Kyoto locked the door again and watched the digital display change from "UNLOCKED" to "LOCKED."

Suspended by her hair, Rocketgirl could do nothing but sway gently as she felt the last moisture escape her exhausted body. Glancing down, she watched as her bronzed skin gradually blackened, then wrinkled and greyed, flakes of skin falling like dandruff and evaporating in the heat. She tried to lift her right arm to get a better look, but the effort caused her arm to painlessly snap at the elbow and she watched in horror as her forearm crashed to the floor, shattering in an ashen mess, its remnants gradually melting against the bars of the floor.

"Best not try to move anymore, hon," Ms Kyoto's voice echoed in the chamber. "The dehydration is complete. Any movement you try to make will just be dry grinding against dry. Your body is extremely fragile now. Just sit tight while the rest of the metamorphasis occurs. After that, though you still won't be able to move, at least attempting to move won't further injure your body."

Terrified, Rocketgirl had no idea what Ms Kyoto meant. But she didn't want to risk any further mutilation after the horror of losing her right forearm, so she just waited impatiently for Ms Kyoto to decide her **** was complete.

As time passed, Rocketgirl felt a gradual tightening throughout her body, as though her skin were shrinking to compress all the remaining matter in her body. She glanced down and gaped in horror as she watched her once powerful legs begin to curl. Her left arm curled, too, and what was left of her right arm curled right up into her armpit. Her once perfect breasts had deflated, compressed into her chest with only the blackened, cracked nipples remaining slightly protruded. With her last remaining strength, Rocketgirl subconsciously gasped. Her mouth froze open as her lips thinned, tightened, and curled in and her tongue stalled in the middle of her open mouth.

And then it was all over. What resembled a half-life-size Rocketgirl beef jerky hung suspended by its hair in the middle of Ms Kyoto's convection oven. The villainess turned off the oven and waited for it to cool down. Then she unlocked the digital keypad, turned the latch, and opened the heavy door to Melissa's prison. She walked inside, untied the knot of Melissa's crispy, dried hair, and cradled the dried, shrunken heroine. She chuckled and said, "You're lighter than a baby now." Melissa was incapable of responding, but inside she was anguished.

Ms Kyoto carried her vanquished prey to her office and showed her an empty trophy plate. There was a cushion atop it, "You'll be resting here for all eternity," Ms Kyoto said. The former Rocketgirl read the engraved plate: ROCKETGIRL and her own real name, followed by her real birth date and the date of her capture. Rocketgirl had become her own living memorial.