Chapter 2: Building Tension
The steel cable hummed as it tightened around Superman's neck, the harness biting into his flesh, a crude reminder of his captivity. He hung from the ceiling of the Female Supremacists' headquarters, his muscles taut, a grimace of pain and humiliation on his face. The room was a vast expanse of steel and glass, the city sprawling out beneath him, oblivious to his predicament.
"It's not right," a voice echoed through the room. It belonged to Velvet Vixen, her muscled form clad in a skintight, metallic red suit that accentuated her curves.