She Will Attempt to Fight

As The Queen entered the room, she appeared surprised that I had freed myself. However, she must have noticed how shocked I was at her sudden appearance as well. As well as her new choice of attire. She was wearing a royal blue, skintight catsuit that hugged every inch of her curvy body. Here hair was no longer in a bun either and now cascaded down her shoulders. It went all the way down to her lower back which was surprising. How could she pack all that into a bun? I also noticed silver choker with a blue jewel in the center. She was so breathtaking that it took me a minute to realize that I was staring and regained my composure.

The Queen slowly entered the room, shutting the door behind her and locking it. I took a superheroine pose and spoke to the villainess. “Thank you for inviting me into your home Queen. Now that we are alone and away from your army of trigger happy goons, I can show you who you are really dealing with.” The Queen put her hands on her hips and struck a pose of her own. “Well well, it appears the rose has thorns. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I brought you here but this could be fun.” She then placed her hands behind her back and bent forward, showing me one of her cheeks. “Let’s see what you got Amethyst.”

I rushed forward and delivered a swift kick to her face. This was a move I had perfected over the past couple of weeks and found that it knocked out most people in one or two hits. However, The Queen brushed it off as if it was nothing. She looked at me with a sinister smile “Hmmmm. I guess those thorns aren’t very sharp.” I attacked her again. I punched, I kicked, attacked her head, body, legs, every where. Based on her build, I knew that she was strong but I had no idea that the extra bulk was nothing but muscle. Though I was in good shape myself, a 5 ft 6in 19 year old girl wasn’t going to have much ;uck toppling a 7ft tall hunk of feminine muscle.

Realizing that standard melee attacks weren’t going to help, I attempted to try some of my secondary weapons. I went straight for my pepper spray but before I could aim in and fire, The Queen’s hand snapped like a cobra and caught my wrist. She twisted my hand one way to make me drop the spray and then spun me like a dancer into her waiting arms. As I struggled to break out of her grasp, she spoke. “You are quite the fighter young lady but you made the mistake of lumping me in with the riff raff I call my men. I am much stronger than any of them.” And that was very clear to me. Her grip was like iron. It was like I was being held in place by a mountain. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Captured by the same villian twice in one night.