Page Fourteen

6 panels

[1] Camera view. Somewhere else in the palace, Valkyrie is tied upside down to a cross, ****, arms out to her side, blond braids hanging. (Reminiscent of Defenders #25.) Her sword is missing from her side, and the suppression collar around her neck has a green light.

Par: [Out of frame] Now your Viking girlfriend? Much more my “style.” So glad you brought her along.

Jen: [Out of frame] Llhhgt hhhm…

Par: [Out of frame] Would you mind terribly if I went and welcomed her properly? I’d hate for you to feel snubbed.

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[2] Camera view. Sue Storm on the same bed as before, still asleep but sitting up, hands bound before her. The gas mask is gone but the suppression collar is very much still in place. Two soldiers are taking a selfie with her.

Par: [Out of frame] Or there’s your Mrs. Richards. Not as…athletic, but certainly fetching. And easily the most _famous _of you.

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[3] Parr’s POV looking down at Jen, her expression pure misery as she struggles to talk around the ball gag.

Jen: Phlhshh. Llhhgt hhhm gghho.

Par: Decisions, decisions…what’s that?

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[4] Par has removed the gag. A despondent Jen is weeping freely.

Par: Do you have something to say, my darling?

Jen: Let them go. Please. Just…let them go.

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[5] Jen’s POV looking up at Par, who is feigning surprise.

Par: Now why on Earth would I do that?

Jen: Because I’m the one you want. Let the others go. I’ll do whatever you say.

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[6] Back on Jen’s face, miserable but with a new determination in her eyes.

Par: But I already have you, my dear.

Jen: No you don’t. You have Jen Walters.

Jen: But that’s not who you want.