Carol Danvers, aged 30, was on her morning jog.
She passed an oak and felt something catch her and send her crashing down.
She struggled, turning, as a woman settled on her.
The woman's auburn hair gleamed and her hard eyes were determined.
She struggled but the woman used her leverage. The woman smiled and leaned in and kissed Carol roughly, her skin burning Carol.
Even as she felt the kiss, she also felt her mind and her memories seeming to suddenly drain from her.
Along with her strength, she felt herself slipping away and though she fought, the feeling overwhelmed her completely.
She passed an oak and felt something catch her and send her crashing down.
She struggled, turning, as a woman settled on her.
The woman's auburn hair gleamed and her hard eyes were determined.
She struggled but the woman used her leverage. The woman smiled and leaned in and kissed Carol roughly, her skin burning Carol.
Even as she felt the kiss, she also felt her mind and her memories seeming to suddenly drain from her.
Along with her strength, she felt herself slipping away and though she fought, the feeling overwhelmed her completely.