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I gulped hard.

I stood in front of the private lounge. His private lounge. A crimson hue radiated from in between the cracks of the doorway.

"Gaea give me strength," I muttered under my breath.

"Listen to me kid,"

I heard my boss's voice crack behind me.

"Pray to whatever gods you wish," she continued. "You're about to enter the lion's den. Your god can't help you there..."

I fought the urge to glance back behind me towards her. I could feel her devilish grin spread wide behind me.

"Just listen to little old Circe," she continued. "Don't cry, it will only make him angrier…"

I felt a push come from behind shove me forward into massive double doors. Stumbling forwards I tumbled into the next room. I crumpled to my knees.

"Well, well…" I heard.

It was a hauntingly deep and shook me to my core.

"... What have we here?"

"Only the best for you fine gentlemen," Circe replied.

The deep voice replied, "Selina has the best girls in town…"

I kept my head down as they continued to speak overtop of me.

"Was that him?" I thought to myself. "The false god I needed to kill."

Circe's light footsteps walked past me.

"I'm sure Selina has never had a girl like this in her establishment," she replied.

Swiftly he pulled my head up snapping my gaze from the floor to a man dressed in all black. Circe had yanked me up by my hair.

"Meet the clay woman," she continued.

My heart sank as she called me by my proper designation. Clay. I hated being called that. But she told him no lie. I was just clay given life by the grace of the gods who pitied my mother.

"A clay woman?" he asked.

The man in black raised his eyebrows in amusement as he stepped closer to me. He leaned down towards me. Inches from my face he took a whiff of my raven hair. I cringe away from his advances but Circe forced me to remain.

"Mmmm virginal my favorite…"

"As I said Bruce something Selina doesn't have…" she laughed.

The man in my face tilted me face from side to side. He's soulless blackened eyes burrowed into my very soul. This had to be him. I struggled against Circe's grasp trying to break away from her to get towards my target. Circe's grip loosened for a brief second. I wrenched away from her grasp and rushed towards the man in front of me.

"Feisty," he growled. "I like her…"

In a flash he grabbed me by the throat. Something icy cold was against me neck.

"Exosuit little girl," he continued. "You know I like to keep it on while I…"

I gasped for air as I felt his grasp tightened around my throat.

"Put her down Owl…"

Another voice. This one was deeper and colder. As I swatted the man choking me the crimson hue that I saw outside in the hallway return.

"Come on Ultraman…." the man said as he loosened his grip upon my throat. "Can't I have this one?"

The other voice chuckled as I crumpled to the floor. Struggling to catch my breath I am bathed in a flickering crimson light.

"I'm sure my wife would just love to share you with her," the second voice added. "We both know Lois is so fond of sharing what she thinks is hers…"

The man in black stepped over me and walked towards a dark corner of the room. Once more the crimson light illuminated the room.

"You are no fun," the man in black snorted. "I'm sure Lois would love a new play thing…"

Swoosh…..

A gust of wind rushed through the room.

SLAM!

"She's a gift for me not you…" the second man added.

"That would be correct Ultraman," Circe added with a chuckle. "An unbreakable woman made of clay. Just what the doctor ordered."

I lifted my head up to see a towering man in all white lifting the man in black up by the neck several feet off the ground.

"Now run along Owl," the man in white added.

The man in white released the man in black. He nodded and two men came out of the darkness and grabbed the man

"... and make sure he makes it to my wife's penthouse," the man in white added. "She's in need of a good fucking…"

Circe laughed, "Superwoman bothering you again Ultraman?"

The man in white adjusted his jacket as he turned to face Circe and me. Crimson eyes turn into a pale icy blue.

"When isn't she?" he added.

"Last time I checked she tried to drug you and get you to sleep with her," Circe said as she walked up beside me.

"Don't remind me," he replied.

"At least this one is an upgrade from your wife," Circe said as she once more grabbed me by my hair.

"Where did you get her from?" he asked as he walked towards me.

"An island off the coast of Crete," she replied. "They call it Themyscira."

As Circe spoke the man in white's features became more clear. He was pale with a hint of tan. He was muscled beyond most men I've seen. Sadly my references were very limited with men only allowed on the island for the day of the Kalligeneia. And even then my mother tried to shield me from all the men that came upon the island. Even still he was powerfully built with a cropped curls. A single long black curl that hung low on his brow. As he reached me he hand his hand through his thick curls.

"Isn't that the island of warrior women?" he asked.

Circe nodded.

"And they just let you take her?"

"The Queen owed me a great debt," Circe continued. "This clay thing here is payment. Isn't that right… Clay princess…"

I don't reply. I just stared up into the man in white face.

"Answer you new master Clay," she hissed.

Tightening her grip upon my hair . I let out a faint scream.

"... Aren't you from that dickless island called Themyscira,"

"I am Diana of Themyscira," I replied as my voice cracked.

Circe loosened her grip once more.

"Now that wasn't too bad now was it?" she asked.

I hung my head.

"See Ultraman," she continued. " She is savage and untamed. Just want you need in your life...:"

I felt something start to lift me head.

"You belong to me now," he said as our eyes met. "... Diana…"