The score is: Love - 0, Survival Instinct - 2

"Take her/him!", the guards say nearly in unison, their terrified and frantic voices overlapping one another in their eagerness to answer before the other.

It had taken almost no time for the pair to come to their decision. There had been no hesitation from either of them and you had to shake your head in wry amusement at just how quickly the two turned on one another when it came to saving their own skins. Of course, you'd expected one of them to turn on the other, but to have them both so easily give the other up? That was beyond your expectations and you almost laughed at the entire situation. The two guards, however, were far from laughter.

"What the hell?! You're going to sell me out like that?! I was going to propose to you!", the male guard yelled at his girlfriend.

"Well, what about you? Some big man you are! You talked me into going AWOL with you because you said we could make a life together after this job! And now you're going to give me up like that!?", she yelled back, shoving him as hard as she could.

"You bitch!", he growled at her.

"Fuck you, asshole!", she growled back.

"Fucking whore!"

"Limp-dick bastard!"

They would have probably kept yelling at each other if you hadn't interrupted by suddenly reaching out and grabbing them both by their respective throats and picking them up. They were suddenly reminded that you were there and that they were in severely mortal danger from an amoral, super-powered criminal. One that they'd had a hand in keeping locked up and tossing to some crackpot scientists to do with what they would. In other words, they were pretty fucked.

They, of course, didn't know just how fucked they really were as you grinned at them with mocking delight. "Well, well. Looks like we got two takers, huh?"

"T-take her! I offered her up first!"

"Fuck you, Steve! I offered him up first! Let me go!"

"Go fuck yourself, Sharon!"

"You first, asshole!"

"ENOUGH!", you command authoritatively, raising your voice for the first time and feeling rather good when they both stiffen in fear and go quiet in your grip, "Shut your fuckin' mouths and let me think 'bout it for a bit."

You say that, but you already know what you're gonna do as you walk inland a bit towards one of the remaining utility poles that had probably once brought electricity to the prison when it was legitimately run. How they got their power now, you didn't know nor did you care. All you knew was that the pole would be useful to you right now as you approached it and then dropped the two guards on either side.

"Hug the pole, bitches.", you say to them and they look at you uncomprehendingly for a moment before you glare at them and repeat in a dangerous tone, "I said, hug the motherfuckin' pole, you fuckin' bitches!"

They shrink away from you in the face of your anger and do as you ask with shaky limbs, each of them placing their arms on either side of the pole. As they do that, you reach towards them again, this time towards their waists. More specifically, towards their belts where they would have their guns and other tools kept. It is one of those tools you go for as you pluck a pair of handcuffs from each of their belts, giving you two handcuffs to use. Which was exactly what you needed.

With no hesitation, you clap the handcuffs onto the guards, handcuffing them together on either side of the pole, the woman's right hand to the man's left and vice versa. They cry out in surprise and dismay and try to move away from one another, but they are held fast by the handcuffs and their own arms that had been around the pole. They are trapped there...and that's exactly what you wanted.

"W-what are you doing?", the woman stammers out.

"Which of us a-are you letting go?", the man asked, hoping the vain hope that he was still going to get out of this somehow.

"Well, way I see it, it was kinda too close to call, wasn't it?", you say as you reach out to the woman's belt again, this time slowly unfastening it and slipping it off of her, "Can't really make a fair decision that way, right?"

"Wait! Wh-what are you going to do!?", the woman cries out in terror as you find the fastenings for the lower part of her tactical suit, unzipping and pulling down her pants so that they are down around her knees and she is left only in a pair of plain cotton panties.

You ignore her question as you turn to the man and reach out for him to repeat the action of unfastening and removing the belt as you had with the woman. "See, you sold him out and you sold her out. Ya both sold the other out at 'bout the same time. So, the way I see it...", you continue to explain as you unzip and pull down the man's pants to leave him in pair of cotton boxers only, much to his disbelief and fear, "I got both of you offered to me...so I'm gonna take what was offered to me."

"W-w-what's that mean?", the man utters in a stuttering whisper, even as he looks up at you with wide fearful eyes that already know what you mean without your even having to say it.

"What's that mean?", you repeat as you move forward and slap a hand down very, very lightly upon each of their respective asses (as slapping them hard might just kill them with your strength), the slap still hard enough to make a harsh sound and have them both yelp in pain, "Well, it means that you're both my bitches now. What else could it mean?"