"Kara, are you sure you'll be able to finish this session?" he asks.
"Jeez Mr. Baldwin, I'll survive. It's not like I've been through worst, right?" she jokes.
Beneath the table, your cries for help aren't seen nor are they hurt. The stench of her foot odor has created a vast drowsiness that has begun to consume you. With both feet pressed against your feet with the force of a ton holding you down, it gets harder and harder for you to breathe.
"I'm serious Kara, you signed up for this, you made a commitment. Break isn't until another hour so stick with it. Don't let me have to come back," he warned, finally turning and walking away.
You make one final grab of desperation before the drowsiness completely overwhelms your own willpower. Your voice is barely heard over her soles.
"Aye aye, captain," she smiled, playfully saluting him.
You stare in defeat as your only hope escapes from your grasp, the only person who could rescue you from his predicament. As he disappears, so does your will to go on. Resigning to your fate, you allow the drowsiness to take over.
"Wasn't he nice?" she whispers, winking at you.
You start to respond, but you can barely form words. You take one more breath, inhaling more of her odor than actual air this time. The stench too great for even you to withstand, your eyes close and you fall into a deep sleep, letting the inevitable darkness swallow you whole.
You wake up to the sound of passing by chatter and screeching chairs. Your eyes gingerly open to the world around you, just the way you left it. Darkness.
You want to think that all of this was just a dream, some twisted fantasy you had. You want to, then you remember.this isn't a dream, this is a nightmare, only the kind that you can't wake up from.
You start to raise your head, but your forehead bumps against the table. You're still stuck between the confines of your own prison, her prison. Supergirl's prison.
You start to yawn, but can't. There's something on your mouth, almost preventing it from opening. It's almost like something is gluing your lips shut, preventing communication.
You later find your hands to suffer the same fate, the same material has cuffed your wrists together.
You attempt to scream from behind your restraint, but no sound is heard. You're too demoralized to really say anything anyways.
Finally, the perpetrator of these acts reveal herself in the form of Supergirl, your "hero".
She peers from the table, her condescending smile causing your insides to curl up in disgust.
"Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty!" she chides, ripping off what is revealed to be masking tape from your mouth. You gasp out, trying to gulp as much air as you can.
Finally, you glance up at her.
"What did you do to me?" you demand.
"Nothing that you haven't already done, apparently," she replied ominously.
"What do you mean?"
"Look, I hate doing this as much as you do, but you didn't really give me much choice, now did you? The boot, the banging on the table, the guard got awfully suspicious, you know. You ought to apologize to me covering for you".
"You? You were the one who knocked me unconscious, you're the one keeping me captive against my will, if I might add. You-" you begin to get on a rant, but she quickly stops you, her foot clamping your mouth shut. But, you continue to mutter angrily into her foot.
"You talk too much, you know that?" she sad, rolling her eyes.
"Anyways, if I were you, I wouldn't get too comfortable. After this break, the tapes coming back on, and you'll stay quiet if you know what's good for you," she threatens.
You start to reply, but the look in her eyes tells you otherwise.
"Now, here's how it's going to go from now on. I spent a lot of time covering up for you last time. This time, if you try, if you even think of doing something stupid like that again, you won't have a future. But, if you can play along for this last hour, I might, keyword 'might', let you go. Do you understand me?" she snarls.
Her voice was so dangerously calm that it could convey so much in so little words. You could almost see the fire in her eyes,
Finally, you nod with understanding, and she smiles.
"Good," she nods, satisfied. With that said, she wraps the tape around your mouth before you had the chance to protest.
She suddenly sits back up, her foot pushing you back down with the force of a six wheeler.
Your head turns to see the silhouette of a man dressed in a business suit approaching her.
"Back in action in five minutes, Kara," he informs her before moving on. Your heart sinks as another hope narrowly escapes through your fingertips, almost mocking you.
She turns back to you and brushes a few strands of hair away from her face.
"As I was saying, you mess this up for me, and I'll mess you up. So stay still down there, and you might still stay alive. Got it?" she threatens one more time before looking up.
Ironically enough, this little girl does have the statue and power to kill you while making it look "accidental", so you reluctantly nod your head.
"Good boy," she purrs, pinching your nose with her toes. You stifle a cough thanks to the immense odor, but maintain eye contact.
She was about to say something else when the sea of fans suddenly tore through the door, leaving behind an avalanche of fallen convention flyers and unlucky security guards in their wake.
"Show time!" she smiles, firmly planting her foot on your face as a symbol of her control over you. At this point, you have no other choice than to just succumb to her dominance.
You close your eyes as a wave of fans approach her desk, their hands reaching for pen and paper.
"Come on guys, I'm pretty sure there's enough of me to go around. Let's form a nice little orderly line, huh?" she smiles.
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