forum Superhero teens with secret identities and obligations. What could possibly go wrong? / Closed

Started June 06, 2018 by @Natasha

tune

A bolt crackled right on her spine. She arched her back. "And why is that?"

"Lolita, I'm flattered but I'm not interested." He said, slightly angling his head towards her.

Lolita tilted her head innocently and winked. The pain scorched across her skin.

He smirked but didn't say anything, only drew a few more lines on the paper he was looking at.

Lolita gasped as several free bolt grabbed her skull. "Turn it off, would you dearie?" she asked tightly.

This time he turned to Lolita and walked over, bracing his hands on the glass, “Now, dearie, why would I do that?”

Lolita tried to stay standing, but the pain brought her to her knees. She debated falling over on her side, but that would mean surrender. "Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Because… you can just do it right AHA there," Lolita pointed to the control panel just as a thick bolt struck her low back.

He smirked, and took his hands off the glass, instead putting them behind his back and walking behind the control panel, “This control panel?” He said, rasing an eyebrow.

"Y-Yes," Lolita's voice wavered.

He braced his hands on the sides, eyeing the panel, “I don’t think I want to turn it off.”

Lolita gritted her teeth harder. "When you get caught, you'll be arrested for not only all of that, but for abuse too."

“Who says I’ll get caught? And if I do I’ll kill myself.” He said, moving a little way away from the panel.

Lolita moaned and collapsed into all fours. She looked him firmly in the eyes. "You're Hitler," she accused.

“Ah, not quite. But.. maybe close to him.” He said, a wicked grin dancing in his lips.

"You foul, loathsome git!" Lolita snapped, the lightning emanating her body. To her credit, she stool did not scream.

“All words I’ve heard before,” Deiniol said, nodding a little and pacing, “Come on, Lolita, you can think of some better names know. Or, is the pain to much for you?” He laughed.

"Insufferable… dolt…!" It hurt much more than she was truly letting on. She was weak on her hands and knees.

//so how can I get caught up? Just to reiterate, I won’t be on much this week, I’m on vacation.