Go To The Bathroom And Await Further Instructions

Sue Storm read the instructions and frowned. She didn't like where this was going. Yet at least the bathroom might offer her an opportunity to dispose of the drugged coffee in its sphere in her stomach. As she stood up, the Invisible Woman was keenly aware that everyone in the shop was watching her, perspiration dripping from their faces.

How many people were kidnapped for this plan? Sue wondered to herself as she went into the bathroom.

It was small. Just a toilet and a sink, with a drain in the floor. Sue couldn't even see a camera, though it might have been easy enough to hide. The only odd item was a digital clock, mounted to the wall directly opposite the toilet, and telling the wrong time. As soon as she entered the room, the door locked behind her. Sue's hands closed into fists. She thought about turning the whole damn room invisible...

Then a voice came from above.

"Sit on the toilet."

The voice was scrambled, distorted. Sue sat on the toilet, trying to think of the best way to dispose of her cargo.

"Thirty-three lives rest on your actions," the voice said. "Your task is simple. You will remain in this room for 24-hours. Look to your right."

Sue looked. At about mouth-height by the toilet was a circular plastic plug, about three inches in diameter. There was a little handle in the middle.

"Pull it out," the voice said.

Sue raised her hand. She didn't want to use her powers unless she had to; it was difficult enough to maintain the invisible force bubble without trying to do two things at once. The plug came free with a pop. The wall here was less than an inch thick, and through the hole Sue could see identical bathroom tile, a sink.

"This is a glory hole, Mrs. Richards," the voice continued. "You will suck any cock that comes through that hole. If you refuse, people will die. If you use your powers to escape or block the hole, people will die. You will remain visible at all times. And in 24 hours, when your shift is done, the door will unlock. You may leave, and everyone will be released."

It was a sick trap. Sue Storm felt the sudden urge to turn the entire building invisible, just on the off chance the perpetrator was here. Yet lives were at stake.

The digital clock beeped. Sue turned and saw it now read 23:59:23, and was slowly counting down.

"Enjoy your stay, Mrs. Richards," the voice said. "Perhaps you'll even develop a taste for it."