"Hush, sweet thing," the villain purred.
The hero pounded her fists against the tank. "Get me out of here right fucking now!" She screamed. Screamed at the villain, her own stupidity, at the damned fates for leading her here. She screamed at the futility of slamming into the glass, knowing it would never break.
Bloodied streaks had begun to dirty the villain's showcase, earning a disappointed tsk. "And let you wither like the rest of Earth's garden?" She shook her head. "No, my dear. Flowers are meant to be plucked, to be preserved." She grabbed the remote, smiling at the object of her obsession. "You'll stay perfect, forever. My darling blossom."
The button clicked and the tank began to fill.










