The Scarlet Witch
“Wh-where am I?” I stuttered, my mouth was dry and i felt a cold breeze against my skin. My eyes darted around the room, searching for something that could give me a clue as to where I was, or what was happening. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were bound tightly by leather straps. I felt the sting of cold metal against my skin, and that is when I realized I had no clothing. I looked down at myself, naked and restrained, strapped to a metal table like a science experiment. My mind started to clear, and I realized only one person could have done this.
“Awake already? Well aren’t we a strong boy…” her voice cut into me like a blade. It was steady, confident, but feminine and sensual. I looked towards the voice, and there she stood. The Scarlet Witch. “Im sooo glad you are awake,” she teased, stepping out of the shadows towards me “I’ve been so anxious to get started!” She walked up to the table She had strapped me to and I could see her coy smile. Her long, flowing red hair draped over her milky white shoulders, her blood red lips smiling at me, her green eyes looking into my soul. I couldn’t help staring at her, her red dress sitting so gracefully over her hips, flowing around her high, black stiletto boots, the thin straps and plunging neckline exposing most of her ample breasts. She was a sight almost worth the fear that built inside me.