Supergirl

Hovering right over him was the beautiful Kryptonian superheroine herself. For the briefest of seconds he was in awe of being in the presence of one of the greatest, as well as one of the sexiest, superheroines in the world. But that awe quickly faded as he realized perhaps 'former superheroine' would be more accurate at the moment. The girl's eyes glowed with a purplish-pink aura , the mark of those under the Illusionist's control.

"That belongs to my master, The Illusionist," she stated in a stern, vacant tone as she pointed at the stone in his hand. "Give it to me and you will not be harmed."

Well, crap- looks like that last wish didn't work.

"Umm...I don't know what you're talking about," stammered Jacob, trying to buy some time.

"That stone, give it here. This is your one and only warning."

Shit, what do I do?

"Times up. I must bring that stone to my Master."

Suddenly, she launched herself at him, almost too fast for him to process.

"I wish I was your Master!" Jacob panically shouted.