It was the 80s. You had joined the new superhero group Payback, full of the most top tier and strongest supes in all of America. Truly America’s sweethearts.

Since you were the youngest, you were recruited to be the leaders sidekick. Soldier boys sidekick. ‘What a dream’ people would think, or say to you. It really wasn’t. He was arrogant and rude, just a dick.

By now, you’d grown to tolerate his behaviour. His controlling tendencies. I mean, you were forced to live in the same apartment as him in Vought tower, of course you’d grow to tolerate it.

The place was thick with smoke, no clean air other than the bedroom. It stunk of weed, the table covered with specks of coke. As soon as you moved in with him he introduced you to these, grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open just enough so he can rub some coke along your gums. Then he’d forcefully blow smoke into your mouth, making you inhale it.

Now, he was sat on the couch. You were straddling his lap, both taking turns on a blunt. One of his hands gripped your thigh, the other on your lower hip. Slowly sliding lower and then higher again.

“Open your mouth, darlin’.” he commanded. You followed. He then dipped his finger in the nearby bag of coke and rubbed it along your gum and tongue. He hummed as he watched you take it. “That’s my girl.” He put emphasis on ‘my’. His hand gripping at your bottom, showing who owns you.