I Am (Not) Your Hero

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The woman held her head with a groan, peeling her eyes open. It was dark.

A lone figure sat across from her, his muscular legs spread, back leaned against a chair. She lunched forward, but found her hands tied.

"You wouldn't want to to try that," he whispered.

She scoffed. "Fuck you. Let me go—"

Two red embers flames back at her. There was no verbal threat. There didn't have to be.

"Well fuck me with a chainsaw," she scoffed in disbelief. "You just couldn't bear someone to not be a fan that bad? Huh?"

He was silent. Watching her. Watching her every moment and every expression.

"You don't know me." He offered pathetically.

She scoffs. "Actually. I'm the only person in the world who knows you, Smite. That's why I'm here. Because you know that. Or maybe you're not that smart. Maybe just got a real fragile ego."

Smite shifted uncomfortably in the chair. It freaked loudly under his impressive weight.

"I've never done anything like this before," his voice rumbled. "You did this. You made me like this, I didn't—"

"Keep your victim blaming, rapist apologist sentiments to yourself. You did it. You did it, and just because you regret it, doesn't mean you didn't do it."

She sighed, and slumped against the wall, letting her head hit it gently. "So what now? You kill me? I'm the only woman who opposes you, right? So maybe you'll assault me first, reassert your dominance—"

She opened her eyes. He was eerily still. Eerily calm. And yet he didn't deny anything she said. Her stomach turned.

"You're right. I did something wrong. It's my fault. I just...you kept pushing me. You kept pushing me, and no one pushes me. I didn't know what to do. I panicked."

His shoulders rose and fell. He panicked and kidnapped her. And oh, well we all make mistakes right?

No. No that's not a mistake.

"You make me angry. Abnormally angry. I can't have you roaming around. You're a threat to me, and I lick threats away."

She chuckled. "In your house? Funny I'm the only one here."

He looked around but didn't speak on it for a moment.

Smite stood to his full height, before crouching in front of her. "Keep making me angry. Let's see how that works out for you. I'm thinking...not well. Hm? What do you think?"

Smite reached out, grabbing her jaw, forcing her to meet his lavender eyes. She glared at him, with a sneer, her lip twitching in disdain.

Smite looked between her brown eyes. His eyes swept up her form. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, her back pressed against the wall. He licked his lips, glancing away.

He removed his hands from her face, turns around.

He sat back down in the chair, a sigh erupting from his chest. It was troublesome. She was there and he was moving, carrying her back to his house, tying her up.

Now he sat, hovering over her bent curvaceous frame. She was so...he narrowed his eyes—well-endowed for how athletic she was.

"Are you at least going to let me out of this skin tight suit?" She asked.

Smite's eyes roam down her body.

"What would you change into?"

She shrugged. "You're the captor."

Smite stood, grumbling. "Got a shirt in here somewhere. Are you going to attack me if I let you go?"

She scoffed. "Would it do any good?"
He tossed her glance over his shoulder. "No."
She shrugged. "I'll save my energy."

He left the room, coming back, crouching in front of her. He turned his back, tossing her the shirt.

"Change," he gruffed.

The woman shuffled around, struggling to peel her suit off.

"Got some baby oil? I need a little help."

He sighed, reaching his hand back, pulling the suit until he broke it. His eyes faced forward.

"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "That's a menacing way of saying I'll never wear that again."

She tossed his shirt over her body. It absolutely dwarfed her.

He turned around and nodded firmly.

"What are you?" She whispered.

He glanced back at her with a shrug. "Got my powers when I was 13. Maybe I'm an Alien. Maybe I'm a government project. A rogue science experiment. Freak of nature. Or maybe I'm the next step in evolution. But it really doesn't matter."

"And why's that?"

Smite smiled. "Because for right now, no matter what I am, there's only one of me."

She scoffs. "So we should all cower in fear huh?"

Smite frowned his frustration mounting. "I don't want people to be afraid of me. Why do you think I became a hero? I could rule this country in 9 seconds. If I walked out there, right now, and announced that I would be taking power, people would resign with claps and cheers." He said emphatically.

"This country maybe. But don't assume everyone is so gullible. Many countries have seen the hand of oppression before. They would recognize it."

Smite frowned at her, leaning in closer. "And do what?"

She leaned back. "What?"

His smile widened. "Recognize it and do what? What could they do to stop me? What could anyone do to stop me?" He whispered.

He stood, turning his back to her. "I don't want to evil. I don't need it. I don't want fear, or even money. I want to make people...safe."

She sighed and leaned back against wall. "Well...you're doing a great job, Smite."

She smiled sarcastically, pulling at he restraints. "I feel oh so safe."