Gather Evidence

Despite how much I wanted to have a showdown with the Queen and ship her off the police, I knew it would be suicide for me to do so with all the heat in the warehouse. So I settled for taking pictures of the operation and then tipping off the police to it’s location. I pulled a small digital camera from one of the pouches on my belt. First I would get a clear picture of the Queen herself so the police could be able to ID her. then get a few snapshots of the warehouse. As I took aim for my first shot though, I realized too late that I had overlooked one detail: The camera flash.

As soon as I pushed the button, bullets started flying my way as The Queen’s men were alerted to my presence. Moving quickly I bolted for the skylight but as I leaped for my exit, I forgot I still had the camera in my hand. I got one hand on the ledge of the skylight before I lost my grip and plummeted into the warehouse. Thankfully there was a pile of empty cardboard boxes to break my fall but the impact left me dazed. Too dazed to do anything as a couple of men pulled me from the pile.

They quickly pinned my arms behind my back as several of the men looked on. This isn’t the first time I had found myself in a situation like this but I had never been looked upon by this many hungry eyes. I couldn’t tell you how **** I felt. This feeling only intensified as I heard the clicking of heels across the cement floor and saw the crowd of goons part. Within moments, The Queen had come into view. As she approached me, she looked me up in down, raising a somewhat approving eyebrow. Her gaze made me struggle to free myself from the grip of her goons but they held me tight. Now directly in front of me, The Queen spoke.

“Well this is certainly a surprise. You must be that new superhero I’ve been hearing about on the news.” She placed a hand gently on my stomach and slowly traced her hand up my body until she reached my chin. By this point, I was completely frozen in fear. Yet there was something gentle about her touch that I found somewhat arousing. If I was tied up instead of being held by a couple of goons, I may have actually enjoyed it.

She took my chin and turned my head from side to side, examining me like a piece of meat. “Hmm, it appears that there are no competent photographers in this city because the photos of you do not do you justice. You are quite beautiful.” She let go of my chin and I turned away trying to hide my blush but The Queen noticed and laughed. “Bashful too it seems. You are such a cutie.” I did my best to glare at her but with my nerves shot, I doubt I looked that intimidating. “You’ll never get away with this.” I quietly said. The Queen giggled at this and leaned down to look me in the eyes. She was a little closer than I would have liked. I could feel her breath.

“Amethyst right? Let me explain to you what you have just gotten yourself into. Despite what you probably think, I had little to no interest in you. Yes you have been beating up some of my men but there are plenty more where that came from. Don’t think that you are the first wannabe superhero to try and interfere with my business. There is very little people like them can do to hinder me, especially a sweet little thing like you.” She slowly brought a hand up to the side of my head and slowly stroked my hair. “But very few have ever stuck their nose in my business like you have. And I am afraid I cannot let that stand.”

I was doing my best not to trimble at this point. “What are you going to do with me.” The Queen stepped away and paced around as she tapped her figure to her chin. “Hmmm. Good question. I suppose I could dispose of you like I do with most people I deem hazardous to my business. I could just walk away and let my men have their way with you.” That latter caused a uproar amongst the goons in approval. “....or, I could have some fun with you.” This caused the men to groan in disappointment. “Oh what to do what to do what to do….” she said as she paced, contemplating my fate.