The villain sat crossed legged as he watched her with a smirk of satisfaction across his lips. It had been a challenge to get the collar on her but he did it and was now feeding off the fruits of his labour.

After their little fight in the greenhouse resulting in his victory, Syndrome had instructed his guards to escort Iris to her isolation room while he stayed behind to rethink what he was doing in terms of her submission.

Sure he had a few bruises where she got some solid hits on him but just watching her cry out in agony made it all worth it.

"You know, sometimes I think you like being tortured. I try and I try but no matter how hard I try you just can't find it in yourself to be happy here." He sighed taking a swing of the red wine he had poured himself, all the while watching her as the smooth liquid trickled down his throat and pooled into his stomach.

"I mean I get it. You and I didn't exactly have a fairy tale meeting, hell you almost killed me. But I've been working to get you somewhat comfortable here but you always manage to find some way to disappoint me."

The super groaned in discomfort under her bindings as the heat from his blasted concoction coursed through her veins making everything burn and the air she tried to breathe hot in her lungs.

Of all the gadgets he's ever used on her 'the collar' was the one she hated the most. Not only was it a symbol of ownership to him, it was laced with the glowing blue liquid that was currently inside her blood stream that made her blood boil rendering her powers useless.

"But, we both know I wouldn't kill you, but instead we'll keep trying to fix your little anger problem and work our way up."

"You've tried and failed. You'd think after a year of trying you'd take a hint that you can never tame me, no matter how bad you want it." She managed to say without wincing at the burning pain.

"Oh but you forget pretty flower, I always get what I want." He said rising from his chair and approached her as she laid on the floor cold metal floor. He felt her entire body jerk as his hand touched her heated skin, he forced her head up by her chin so that she could look up at him.

"And I'm done playing nice." He whispered in a deep voice and watching as her intense forest eyes swirl with emotions. All except the ones he wanted the most from her.

For all the time they've been together, she never once showed him that he intimidated her, no matter what he did to her. She was strong willed and knew that Syndrome wouldn't have the guts to hurt her, but now he was rethinking his methods. As a villain he needed to show her the reasons why he was so feared and respected.

He had earned every bit of respect for single handedly killing the world's most powerful superheroes and building an entire empire from the ground up through the blood, sweat and tears of himself and his enemies. And he was long due for his reward.

" Torturing me more isn't going to get you anywhere, so just give it up already and admit that there's things even you can't have."

Being underestimated was something Syndrome was use to. He didn't like it of course but the power he'd get by proving to people just how much of a monster he could be when it comes to the things he wants is a euphoric sensation he always cherished.

"Who said anything about torture? You've proven that you're immune to my methods but there are more ways to get what I want. Especially when that thing is a woman, that's why I propose we crank it up a notch."

Iris tried to pull away from his grip on her upper arm as he lifted her to her shaking feet but she was too weak. The liquid coursing through her veins seemed to rush straight to her head making everything seem to spin around her.

"Let go of me!" She yelled as the piercing pain against her skin intensified where he was gripping. He ignored her cries as he dragged her out of the isolated room and into the metallic hallway.

Despite their height difference, physically Syndrome was alot stronger than Iris. He could easily throw her over his shoulder and carry her bridal style to their destination, but he wanted her to suffer a little longer.

Her arms and legs were probably burning by now, soon enough she wouldn't be able to will her limbs to move and her head was starting to fuzz and her eyes were seeing going blurry.

"You know for what it's worth, I really enjoyed our little fights and arguments over the last twelve months, I'll miss them truly."

Iris shook her head the best she could, a full ringing had filled her ears. She could still make out what Syndrome was saying but the sound was hardest to ignore.

He entered an awaiting elevator and pulled Isis into it, leaving her to lay helplessly on the floor as he pushed a few buttons on the panel.

A gloves hand ran through unruly flame like hair, his baby blue eyes glanced down amused at the state of his little flower as the elevator descended.

He'll admit that he made a few modifications to the serum he was continuously injecting into her system, nothing too drastic by his standards. He just added a few extra things to really get her the way he's wanted.

It would have been perferible that she did it willingly, but there was more than one way to get what you want in life.

"God knows I love a challenge, and you my dear were the best I've ever had."

He stopped down to her level and gently lifted her chin.

There was nothing more beautiful than a blushing woman, especially one that was the centre of one's affections.

There was just something about seeing her face contort from rage to shame every two seconds. Her brain was battling with itself, desperately trying to fight against it's basic nature to submit.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that even heavily drugged she wouldn't give into herself so easily, but he was patient.

But he could wait an hour or two more.

"After tonight, you and I are going to begin a brand new chapter in this relationship. And I intend to savor every second of it."

The elevator door opened smoothly to reveal a dimly lit apartment. As Syndrome scooped her up in his arms, she could make out a few things as he took them through the area.

(Kitchen)

(Bedroom)

(Lounge/living room)

(Bathroom)

Everything was so dark, most of it looked fuzzy in her eyes but she could make out enough to gather that they were in Syndrome's apartment.

The air smelled like him.

Syndrome hardly ever used his apartment. When you're a billionaire villain with a shit ton of things to do, one hardly has time to enjoy such a luxury.

But it was more than perfect for what he had planned for Iris.

When they had reached the bedroom, Iris began to breathe quite heavily against his neck, her breath had become hot and her body was the most relaxed he's seen it.

She refused to look at him in her current state as he played her on top of his bed. There was something terribly wrong and she was loosing the last bit her strength.

"Now them. I'm going to take a nice shower and make myself a drink. Why don't you stay here, and make yourself comfortable ok?"

Iris tried her best to speak, to curse him, anything to let him know that she was going to make him pay for this, but she was only able to whimper.

Syndrome cooed and reached for the collar around her neck, deactivating it with his fingerprint and resting it on a bedside table.

"The drugs should be just about done working their magic. Should probably give it another hour just to make sure right?"

Not waiting or expecting her to answer, Syndrome leaned over and kissed Isis sweetly. The green in her eyes were hazed over, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat while her chest heaved to suck in as much cool air as possible to control in internal heat that was no doubly traveling to her nether regions at the moment.

"Be back in a jiffy."

There wasn't much she could do at this point, she had let herself get into this situation. Even if she didn't think he'd go this far, she would have been prepared for anything.

Now she was laying on a bed, in a room probably miles beneath the volcano with no natural light or life to be found leaving her indeed, defenseless.