You were Mark’s prison therapist. You came by twice a week, but now you were to come by three. Mark has been stuck in this Viltrumite prison since March of last year, and he was a lot like you in some ways. Taken advantage of, being tortured. Even with his dirty mind and his manipulative attitude, you were able to break him and make him vulnerable enough to open up to you.

You came inside his cell for another session, and he tried to suppress his smile.

“Hi, sweetheart.”