America's Prism

Chapter 5

<<Rape warning>>

Prism opened her eyes to find herself in a cell with nothing but a king sized mattress on the floor. No pillow or blanket. She felt like they'd literally tossed her into the cell, body sore.

Her ruined dress had been replaced with a plain grey night gown.

Immediately, she tired to use her powers to find her location but she was met with another brutal shock coming from a cuff on her wrist. Her scream echoed and her entire body tensed up until the shock stopped and she collapsed onto the floor.

"That bracelet will keep your powers from becoming a problem. If you continue to try to use them the shocks will last longer." A male voice said over the intercom in the ceiling.

"Let me out of here I swear to God you'll have all of the God Damn Avengers on your fucking doorstep!" she growled at the camera in the corner.

The voice laughed, "We are quite secure here. I assure you, you will not be receiving a rescue party. At least not before our objective has been completed."

"and what's that?" she asked, leaning back against the wall.

Suddenly, her cuff magnetized to the wall with a loud clang. The door to her cell opened and a familiar form was shoved inside before it closed again.

Her cuff released from the wall and shakily stood , going over to a dizzy looking Steve.

"Hey, are you okay. You don't look right." She asked sincerely.

He rubbed his temples with his eyes closed. "Bastards injected me with something, I feel....wobbily."

She immediately stooped under his arm and helped him lower himself to sit on the ground.

"What did you do to him?"

"and why didn't you do it to her instead? And why-" he cast his eyes down in surprise to see his pants straining over his crotch "-what the fuck?"

"Okay, no, ew." She backed away, giving the camera a questioning look.

"Our objective, is to create our own....breed of improved super soldier." Said the intercom.

"Wait, you don't expect me to...?" Steve pointed to her then the mattress

Her blood ran cold.

"We do hope you'll take the opportunity to do this the easy way."

"No! No! What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled.

"We simply want the perfect soldier. With the perfected serum in their genetics combined with your immeasurable power, we could take over the world in less than a year once we get then trained. We will countless times to grow our numbers, raising each one to do our bidding."

"You're sick!" Steve made a face.

"We thought you'd jump at the chance to take the easy way out."

Both of the captives made faces.

"You expect us to have sex, on this mattress in front of that camera-" "As many times as it takes for fertilization to occur." The speaker cut him off.