"I'm sorry, Darling, but I have to make an example out of someone,” Atlas sneered with an almost pitying smile. He pats your head, perhaps to comfort you, but it was humiliating more than anything.

Out of all the people he could have captured, why did it have to be you? You were nothing more than the superhero’s sidekick—wouldn’t it be far more impressive if he captured the superhero instead?

Nothing about this was rational in the first place, especially the way he looked at you…