Dayhna collapsed onto her couch face first, not even worrying about the fact she was half naked, having torn off the remnants of her top from her last fight, and let out a huge sigh.
It had been a long, long day fighting crime, the city was full of it and her work never seemed done.
Perhaps if she’d been a little less tired, a little more aware of her surroundings, she might have noticed the slight scent of flowers. But enhanced senses wasn’t one of her powers, and so she let herself relax and fall into a deep slumber.
Dayhna woke up in confusion and restraint. She struggled against it but whatever her encasement was made of was stronger than her super strength, even though it groaned under her struggles.
After a few minutes she relaxed and decided to look around as best she could. She was contained in a very small room, she could see a door behind her in a reflection of the highly polished metal that restrained her, and in front of her was a monitor, and above it a camera.
She couldn’t move her head, or her arms, or her feet, and there was no one in sight.
She didn’t have to wait long for something to happen though, and she tasted a drop of liquid fall into the back of her mouth from whatever was in the tube in front of her. She tried as hard as she could to not swallow it, but it mixed with her saliva and eventually she had to.
Every few minutes another drop would hit the back of her mouth and after a few hours she felt her head start to spin and a buzzing form in her ears. It was only then that the display came to life, filled with colours and spirals, the sound filling her ears and her mind until she lost all track of time and the will to resist.
“How may I serve you Master?” Dayhna asked as she bowed her head in reverence for her new owner.
She had just arrived, flying over the country side until she found his estate, landing by the water feature where he stood.
She still didn’t know who had captured her, but in the last few years she had been sold to a new owner every few months. She didn’t recognize this one, unlike the last that had been one of her nemesis’, instead he seemed perfectly normal.
She wondered how long she would be owned by him, but the answer didn’t matter anyway. Every fiber of he being wanted to obey him, serve him, subjugate herself to him, and that is exactly what would happen.
Without any prompting, she stepped forward a little and then knelt down before him, clasping her hands behind her back and waiting… waiting for his voice to fill her and bring joy to her existence.
