I waited for around 2 hours after they left to makesure there was no unexpected turn around on their part. I went to theattic and brought down the cl...thes to my room.I have done a lot of research on my obsession and I've come to therealization that I have to try this to see if I like it. I went andtook a shower and when I was done, I rubbed my body with Nair. I boughtsome supplies that I would need to do this right. I didn't want to do ahalf-assed job of it. I waited a few minutes and then. He puts down the black flask on the table and clasps my waist with his now-free hand. Hard. His grip locks me in place where I sit.Oh boy.His skin is warm and tough against my gooseflesh, his fingers long and his palm wide enough to cover a significant portion of my body – and I’m not waif-like, mind you. What’s more is that he grabs me with the same sort of unapologetic assuredness with which Bane touched my tits – and then my everything else – the other day.Damn. That’s my kryptonite. I. I'd had to ask a bit more ... insistently for some more detailed information. It made sense that Deadshot would be here too.I once again took aim at the two guards outside the cell. Then I felt it. Something made a snik-shing sound and I felt a very thin pressure against my neck."Who are you?" The female voice asked me in a whisper.I thought quickly. Who else would be here? Who would have motivation to be here? I thought back to Deadshot's known associates and it clicked."You can call me. You had bought me that dress on the condition that I wear it whenever you ask me to. It's not that I don't love the dress. The eyelets in the dress are stunning, showing off my golden skin. The color accents my skin tone perfectly and has the exact same tint as my favorite hair bow. You know I love it, but that's not the point."Why aren't you wearing it?" You ask, sternly."I lost track of time and I forgot, Daddy, I'm so sorry," I say, pleading with voice, trying to avoid a harsh.