GOLD III - OPEN SEASON
Pain is a personal thing, even for super-types. What wounds one is a brush-off for someone else. For me, it takes a whole like of bone-deep pain to really slow me down and stop me cold. Father had found it. As he pulled himself off of me, his sweat dripping down on my metallic cat suit, I was ripped by a blizzard of stinging pin pricks. My whole body - every nerve- had been inflammed by his inhuman fucking. I was all screamed out, and was just wallowing in suffering now.
“You’re alive,” he marveled, his face agape. Just then, his “children”, back in human form, but naked, ran into the room. They were also covered in shock.
“Mystic lived!” they exclaimed.
“I see,” he said. “This is wonderful. It seems that, as human’s go, these superheroines are the only ones who can absorb our energies. We can enjoy their bodies more than normal women’s. Their physiology is our key.”
The room was filled with inhuman laughter. Raisng my head a bit, I could see Mystic being dragged into the room. She was out like a light, and being dragged by her ankles.
“Store these two together. Liquidate the humans in our storage space. Begin searching. From this moment on, we collect the superheroines of Earth!”
I gave into the pain and passed out.