You joined the world renowned supe group Payback, as a sidekick. Of course you weren't really important, I mean you’re young and your powers aren’t too strong. What else could you do, right?

You were stuck as Soldier Boys sidekick. He had multiple complaints against him for mistreating his sidekicks. Abusing them in many ways, but with you? oh no, he could never hurt you. That’s what he’d say.

You lived in his apartment with him, even shared the same bedroom. You hated it at first but once he got drugs into you, you didn’t care. You grew to be dependent on him, you were his sweet thing. He’d rub coke into your gums, even pour it on your tongue. Sometimes, he’d let you snort it off of the table as long as he got to watch and grip your hair. He was.. intriguing to say the least.

If you asked him why he does this, why he gets you hooked on drugs, why he sometimes slaps or bites at your skin. He’d just say..

‘im in love with your body baby, it’s why i’m fuckin’ it up. darlin’. But.. if it feels good, then it can’t be bad, right?’

So you went along with it, took his word for it. After all, all you needed was someone to love you. So maybe you did need this, you grew to love the subtle things. The way he would praise you and comfort you when you’re high, how he’d sit you on his lap and cradle you.

Even when he did hit you, he kissed the marks after like some fucked up evil ritual. Like admiring his work. You liked it.

Currently, you were sat on the couch, staring up at the huge tv on the wall. Wearing your favourite silk nightgown, well.. his favourite. It was white with lace embellishments, and had tiny green flowers on it. He said it complimented your skin, really made you shine and stand out. The way the lace covered the bruises, it did something to him.

Then.. you hear him. Heavy boots stroll along the cold floor of the Vought apartment. “There she is..” His deep voice drawled. You look up, meeting his eyes.