You close your eyes expecting the worst but just as her lips are about to touch yours…Ivy pulls away.
“Nah…not yet.” She says giggling. “You’re cute enough that it seems such a shame to kill you just yet. I think I’ll spare you for now. You might be fun to toy with a bit first.”
You breathe a sigh of relieve. You’ve had a lot of close calls in your crime-fighting career but this one was by far the closest.
Poison Ivy smiles as she thinks about other ways she can play with you. “Maybe I’ll even keep you around permanently as my pet.” She tells you laughing. “I bet with a little bit of training you’d make a good slave for me. I have so many plants that I would be nice to have someone to help me take care of them. You could be my own personal gardener.”
Just show me where the weed killer is and I’ll be more than happy to take care of them for you, you think. Wisely you decide not to poke the bear and keep your mouth shut.
Enjoying psychologically tormenting you, Ivy continues to voice ways to humiliate and torture you aloud.
“Or better yet…how are you at giving foot massages?” She asks giggling “I could use someone to look after and worship my feet after a particularly long day of criminal activities.”
The vines turn your head down to stare at Ivy’s boots. You can picture how sweaty her feet must get wearing them and become totally repulsed by the idea. With all the time she takes looking after her plants and going on crime sprees, you don’t want to find out what massaging them would be like.
“No way!!” You say once again beginning to struggle really hard.
Poison Ivy smiles with delight realizing she’s pushed a button.
“Aw what’s the matter?” She teases playfully pinching your cheek “You don’t like the idea of taking care of my feet?”
“It’s gross!!!” You say making the mistake of losing your cool. “If you’re going to come up with sick ideas…just kill me now and get it over with.”
Poison Ivy laughs. “But I think you’d make a wonderful footslave.” She chuckles clearly enjoying your disgust.
“A good kiss on the lips would do it.” You say dryly voicing your unhappiness at the idea.
Ivy grins and looks at the chemicals she was mixing. “Well if you’re that against it...maybe I have an even better torture in mind for you.” She says smiling evilly. “I’ll tell you what…let me finish what I was doing here and then I’ll devote my full time and efforts to ‘playing’ with you.”
You of course protest demanding that she lets you go but Poison Ivy ignores you. Giving you a quick pat on the head, the plant villainess goes back to mixing her formulas humming happily. You frown realizing that your captor is getting a huge kick out of making you wait with grim anticipation not knowing what she has planned for you. You watch as she carefully extracts different plant enzymes unable to figure out what she is concocting. You have a really bad feeling about whatever it is and continue to struggle against the vines. Unfortunately, those vines have you held firmly in place. You’re no closer to escaping then when you first started.
Frustrated you consider your limited options. Since your body is completely immobilized there’s nothing you could do action wise. However, you’re still able to speak. Criminals have been known to get sloppy when they are angry. Maybe you can taunt Ivy into making a mistake. Then again yelling and shouting at her might just be a waste of energy. It might be smarter to conserve your strength and wait for a better opportunity to escape this situation. Hopefully there will be a chance when you can actually make a physical move against her.
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