Author's Notes: Thank you guys for the reviews and feedback. After this chapter I'll make them longer and I will address characters in a better fashion. I also cannot reply to the reviews that are on a guest account. Right now, I hope you enjoy the story as it is. Just know that this is the darkest and the most messed-up chapter yet. Definitely do not read if you dislike these kinds of things. Thanks for reading. Also, another thing to add, is that the man torturing Felicia is, in fact, Cletus Kasady, who is Carnage, in case you didn't pick that up. This story takes place before he becomes Carnage, so he's just a psychopath as of now. That's all, enjoy.
"Wakey wakey, cat!"
Felicia woke up almost immediately and checked her surroundings. She was in another dark room, with a light shining at her. Her arms and feet were tied with chains to a metal table, her legs spread apart, and breasts still exposed. It seemed like an operating table. Felicia's torturer was still there. He was admiring something on a cart, but she couldn't quite tell what it was.
"You're making a mistake!" She yelled at him. But he didn't seem to care.
"The only mistake I'm making is not doing this sooner!" he laughed, "Just know that I'm only doing this because of Spiderman, this is his fault. You can blame him for what I'm about to do to you."
"He's not the one who's tied me up!"
"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for him, though. Enough stalling, it's time to begin, my dear."
Felicia thought she was going to be sick after hearing him call her "his dear."
He walked to the end of the table by her feet. Her costume was only halfway on. The top half was still off. He grabbed her costume and slowly pulled it down to her feet. She was now only in her white underwear.
"I'm surprised your little panties don't have a picture of Spiderman on them!" He joked as he laughed. Felicia blushed in embarrassment and continued to lie there in silence. She wouldn't beg for him. He grabbed a strap of her underwear and cut it off with his knife, then ripped the other strap off with his bare hands. He could now see her pussy.
"Ha! Holy shit, cat! I'm going to call you pussy cat from now on!" He laughed again. He took great pleasure in humiliating her. He then had another incredibly evil idea.
The man continued to the next phase of Felicia's torture. "Let's see how wet you can get, pussy cat!" He grinned devilishly as he put his middle finger and index finger together, and shoved it with great force into her pussy.
"Ugh!" Felicia unintentionally moaned. He had found her sensitive spot.
As she moaned uncontrollably, the man laughed continuously. She couldn't stop it: She was having an orgasm.
"Ah, see? There it is. You ARE getting wet. How does it feel, pussy cat?"
"AHH!" She moaned louder and louder, until he finally slowed down his fingering, coming to a complete stop. He pulled his fingers out, sticky from her body fluids. He then walked back to the cart, and grabbed a camera.
"Smile for the camera, my little pussy cat." He smiled. She didn't. She was beyond angry.
Although he did succeed on humiliating her and making her climax, she still remained unbroken. His intentions were to make her beg, to make her submit to him. But he didn't even get her to shed a tear. She was tougher than anyone he had ever tortured. He admired that about her.
He took 5 pictures, one of her exhausted and furious face, one picture of her breasts, which had hand marks on them due to his rough-housing with them, one of her legs spread apart revealing her wet cunt, another was a close-up of her pussy, and the last one was a shot of her whole body, legs and arms spread apart, cut marks all over her body, and her black costume and panties lying at her feet.
"Imagine if I sold these, I'd make millions!" The man was now leaning against the table she was lying on, "I may be a psychopath, cat, but I'm no rapist. Like I said, this is Spiderman's fault. I'm done here." He walked towards the exit of the room. "Oh, and about the photos, don't worry. Only Spiderman will see them. Cheer up, it's probably not the first time he's seen you naked and pissed!" He added as his maniacal laughter slowly started to die down as the door slowly closed behind him.
Now she was all alone, on the cold table, naked and angry, at the Kingpin, at Cletus Kasady, and at Spiderman. He didn't save her. He probably didn't even know she was ever in any danger. And now he would be sent these humiliatingly painful photos of her. She had to stop them. She didn't need Spiderman's help. She'd take down both Kasady and Fisk. But first, she'd have to find a way out of this trap. Then she'd get her revenge.
