Shego grinned as that one word slid past Kim's lips. This would make her revenge far more entertaining. Her little Kimmie actually thought she wanted her? Kim Possible thought she was stupid enough to fall for the hero? She almost laughed out loud. This was a game and it appeared Kim was crumbling far faster than she could ever hope.
The heavy shadows played off of Shego's unnaturally pale skin as she shook her head in triumph. Kim would be dependant and weak and completely broken. Just like she had been when she had fallen off of that tower. And now it looked like she might be able to get a little more fun out of this. She would get to watch her shatter completely. It would be soooo satisfying.
Shego ran a clawed finger along Kim's baby round cheeks. She had a lot to learn about villains. The first of which was not to believe what they tell you.
Kim woke up on the pillows and still chained to the walls. However this time there was no sinister greeting. There was just darkness in the small corner of the lavish bedroom and silence. For some reason, one Kim refused to admit. That scared her. It had been a constant. It had been something to latch onto in the disorienting swirl of Shego's will. What time was it? How long had she been asleep? She pulled at the chains and scanned the room. Shego had to be there. She just had to. She was going to step out of the inky shadows and tell her good Morning. She had to.
Nothing felt right. She couldn't bear the emptiness. Kim cried quietly on the soft cushions in the quiet hallow room.
Nothing was solid without Shego there. Nothing was real yet. Kim knew better than to deny it. she felt it in her bones in the emptiness and the silence surrounding her. Kim shuddered and pleaded into the darkness.
"Shego! Good morning! Good Morning I slept fine!" Kim knew she sounded pathetic and defeated but she didn't care.
Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed in broken desperation. "Good Morning!" Kim screamed it again into the empty room.
Shego smiled as Kim's desperate pleading made its way into her ears in the upstairs kitchen. That was a good sign.
The door opened sending light flooding the room to blind Kim.
"Aww, up early aren't we Princess?" Shego held Kim's face cupped her clawed hand. "Good Morning, Kimmie, sleep well?"
Kim sighed in relief while Shego caressed her face with a soft bare finger.
"Yes, Shego, I slept fine."
"Good girl."
Shego smiled and Kim leaned into her hand. This was good progress. Kim needed her now. She would believe anything Shego wanted. She stepped around to drop into Kim's lap and smile. "Princess do you know why I'm punishing you? Why I did this to you?"Shego ran her free hand along the tight manacle that held Kim chained to the wall. Kim stared into those dark green eyes that blazed just like her hands.
"Because I lost control on the roof and kicked you into the tower," Kim murmured, watching those black painted lips that smiled coldly with utmost attention. Everything made sense again. Shego was there.
Shego patted her head condescendingly and shook her head making her inky black hair shimmer in Kim's eyes.
"That's not it at all. You see I'm doing it to make you hurt. This makes you hurt, doesn't it Princess? Needing me like this. Knowing you can't do anything to stop me. Knowing you have fallen so far. I see how much it hurts you to realize that you have no choice but to break. And trust me, Princess, you will and then I win."
Shego kissed Kim across her brow and cocked her head as she ran her thumb along Kim's thin eyebrow. I think I'd like you to have this pierced. How would you feel about that, Kimmie?"
"I… uhm."
Shego smiled it was enough that Kim didn't say no outright. It was the first sign that she was truly breaking. It was wonderful. It meant Kim couldn't make the decision.
Kim just blinked and thought about it. Would it hurt?
Shego patted Kim's head as she clicked the lock holding Kim to the wall. Kim fell into her arms limp and empty.
"Poor Kimmie. Do you like being weak?"
"… No… of… course not."
"Oh really"
Shego roughly pulled Kim up by her sore arms and dropped her into a chair. Shego pressed down on Kim's shoulders painfully when she leaned in close. "That was not what I wanted to hear. You see, Princes," Shego purred quietly against Kim's face. "You do like being weak. You crave it." A pale green hand snaked past Kim into drawer of the desk the chair was in front of. A sickening slush of metal on metal made Kim's head whip around to the sharp scissors Shego was holding. "You like being weak because I want you to. Know what I'm going to do with these?"
The voice was soft and even Almost jovial as it mocked the seemingly paralyzed redhead.
'Why can't I get up? I'm not tied up. I'm not chained. She isn't even pressing that hard. I could just kick the chair back into her stomach and then jab my elbow into her throat. I could escape.'
The plan was so clear in Kim's mind but she couldn't will her body to move. She couldn't force her legs to lash out. She stared blankly at the sharp scissors with the bright jade green handles.
The very thought of sending her chair reeling into Shego brought back the sickening feeling of those few silent minutes when she had woken up and she hadn't heard anything. Nothing would be right if she did that. The girl who could do anything did nothing.
She just shuddered in a soft plush chair while Shego snapped the scissors behind her head.
"Kimmie, I don't think you fully understand the situation you're in. You like what I like. Need what I need. You ARE what I want you to be. And I like you feeling weak."
Kim felt her long red hair pulled back roughly and she winced.
She hissed in pain when Shego yanked again snapping her head back to look at her. That exotic pale green face took up her entire vision when the scissor sliced through her hair. The bright red hair that her mother had tied into pigtails before school every morning before preschool. The same hair that she had been picked on in school for having until second grade. The hair her mother and grandmother had.
It was the hair her father had ruffled when she had made cheerleading. The hair her little brothers had stuck graham crackers in and dumped applesauce on. It was gone. It now hung in tatters on the floor and slender tendrils stuck to her and fell into her lap.
"See, Kimmie," Shego said holding a thin swivel of red hair in her gloved hand. "I can change you at will. Nothing I dislike goes unpunished."
Tears welled into Kim's eyes and she sobbed. Kimberly Anne Possible didn't cry. She had taken broken ribs and bruised legs all without tears. She had crawled though distant jungles and seen horrible destruction and death and she hadn't shed a single tear. She had taken on psychotic megalomaniacs and she had seen pointless carnage many times and it hadn't hit her like this. Kim Possible didn't cry but this girl with short red hair dancing just around her ears in rough jagged slices did.
She sobbed and whined as her hair sat in her lap. Ron had called it "flippy" It wasn't flippy anymore. She had loved her hair it made her different. Her head felt light and bare as Shego ran the sharp scissors through it again evening out the ruined edges. Her neck felt cold without her hair falling to cover it.
Ewwww. Kimmie, someone needs a bath. And her hair washed."
Kim was pulled from the chair. She clutched at the chunks of her hair and sobbed.
Kim felt her borrowed clothed pulled away easily and she didn't struggle. She caught sight of her self in the mirror and cringed. She didn't look like herself. She looked pale and sick. The scar stood out bright along her stomach SHEGO carved into her flesh. Her hair was cut at an angle and danced just along the top of her ears. Shego loomed behind he in the reflection and grinned.
"See, Kimmie, this is you now. See me back there? That's how it is. I am always there I control everything. Deal with it and I won't have to punish you again."
That was all Shego said before she pushed Kim towards the big bathtub.
…..Kigo
Bethany Director downed the bracingly strong coffee like it a shot. She closed her one functioning eye and used her powerful imagination to pretend it was strong hard whiskey. After this shit she was going to need a long vacation and a lot of special stress relief from a very special friend. He was getting three weeks of forced vacation and they were not going to leave the house.
"Smitherson," Betty snarled slamming her hand onto the desk. "Tell me what the hell is taking you so long! We already lost Stoppable it's been nearly two weeks. We're looking at serious mental damage. One of the world greatest heroes is being held captive by the most wanted villain on the planet and we are sitting here with our collective heads up our asses."
Dr. Director, normally a fount of poise and calm even in a crisis was about an inch from murdering her chiefs. And Smitherson knew by the stream of profanity that she was about to go more critical than Mount St. Helens and Mt. Vesuvius combined.
"I'm sorry Director. We just can't get anyone else in yet-"
"Director! We've retrieved the feed from Stoppable's comm. Unit. It was transmitted by auto sync. You… you'll want to see this."
"How bad is it. We know that he was eliminated by Shego."
Dr. Director's eye widened as the grainy video played. She saw Kim slam Ron into the floor while she screamed.
"What the goddamned hell am I looking at? Kim killed her friend?"
The scream that echoed from the rough video was haunting and Betty watched with the stoicism born of years of service and then when the short clip went fuzzy and then clicked off after a bright flash of neon green she closed her eye.
"Okay gentlemen. It's looking like we're dealing with possible brainwashing and drug manipulation. No way Kim would do that under normal circumstances. Smitherson," she said looking at the dark skinned young man. "Get me in contact with the Possibles and redouble the efforts on getting someone in there. This makes things much much worse. We're looking at intense mental damage and trauma. We need to get Ms. Possible out of there now. Time is of the essence. We won't be getting her back the same way she went in."
Betty Director stalked into her Spartan office and dropped into her chair defeated. She pulled away the dark eyepatch and rubbed her thickly scarred eyelid.
The thick file on her desk was missing something. This wasn't like Shego. She didn't do capture and torture. She didn't hold hostages. She was proud and hedonistic. She wouldn't do this.
It looked like they were going to have to throw away caution for speed.
- KIGO
Kim kept rubbing her bare neck and wincing. She didn't care that she was naked. She was a cheerleader. You got over body issues when you had to share showers with seventeen other girls three days a week. The mirror lied to her. That couldn't be her.
"It is real, Kimmie. Here… a present."
Shego slid a thick silver bangle on Kim's wrist. It felt heavy and binding. "Kimmie, if you ever take this off, I will hurt you. You will be punished. This is a gift for behaving after I gave you your hair cut." Kim just kept staring in the mirror with the towel in her lap. Shego grinned as she saw the empty pain in Kim's eyes. "Good Night, Princess, sweet dreams."