"Good morning, Kimmie, sleep well?" When she heard that Kim's entire world narrowed to a single pinprick. That voice ... those words hit her before physical recognition. Those simple, completely innocent words sent shivers down her spine and the redhead sank to the floor boneless and helpless. She still awkwardly held the doorknob in her hand.
"Nn...No, not for a long while now."
Shego gripped Kim's chin and tilted her head up to look her in the eyes.
"So glad to hear it. Tell me, Princess, did ya' miss me?"
"Yes. I did." Kim's voice was flat and emotionless as she admitted it. As odd as it was she honestly had missed her. Shego... Kimberly Kivaughn VanGoh had been a part of her life for so long how could she not. Shego took Kim's hand and picked her up off the floor.
"My poor broken little Pumpkin." Shego purred dragging her thumb across the redhead's wet cheeks. Kim hadn't even realized she was crying. And then she was silently pulled out the door of her apartment in her pajama shorts and bear feet.
Tara strong sped down the highway her wavy blonde hair whipped by the wind in her convertible. Her radio blasted and she felt perfect. It had been the best day ever. Work had been slow at the robotics center and she had spent nearly her entire shift gabbing and watching viewtube with her hot trainee. They had listened to music watched trailers and viral videos. And now the commute gods blessed her with perfect weather, an almost empty highway and nothing but her favorite songs on the radio. The bombshell retained her high until she climbed the stairs of her Upperton apartment complex and saw the door to her apartment hanging ajar. The warmth and happiness of her great day suddenly turned to sickening ice in her veins.
Years of knowing a world famous super hero and being related to several law enforcement members left Tara prepared for this situation. She was already dialing emergency responders as she walked through the door. Her phone was already being traced. She mentally scanned there was no sign of disturbance. No overturned furniture. Kim's breakfast plates lay cold on the table. She saw the redhead's shoes still in the little cubby by the door. Her sneakers and her flats. she made her way slowly through to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and Tara's heart skipped. Kim never left the bed unmade. It was like a reflex as soon as she got dressed she made the bed. She didn't touch anything. Or disturb anything. She wanted to but she couldn't risk damaging or disturbing anything that could important.
"Hello what is your emergency?"
"I believe there has been a break in at my apartment the suspect isn't present. I believe my girlfriend might have been abducted."
"Responders are on the way."
"There are no injured at the scene. No need for EMT or Med services. Direct them to injury critical emergencies."
"Thank you ma'am. We are on the way."
Tara sat on the stairs leading to her apartment her phone in her hand. She shivered despite the warm perfect day. She was just waiting ... she had called Kim's phone and heard it ringing in their room. It had been sitting on the desk near the closet. Right where Kim ways put it to charge she would never leave her cell phone. It was nearly permanently attached to her hip. The blonde didn't cry. It wouldn't help. She instead directed her fear and worry into a steady active calm. She didn't want to do this but she had to. Her phone was ringing and then she heard the cheerful voice of Dr. Anne Possible.
"Hi, Tara, Sweetie, how are you? I was just thinking of maybe inviting you and Kimmie to dinner. My evening lecture got canceled because of a special event so..."
"Mama Possible I think something's happened." Tara took a deep breath. Do it quick... just stay focused it will hurt a lot worse for her than it is for you. "Mama Possible I came home from work the door was swinging wide open and Kim is gone. Nothing is missing. She didn't take her shoes or her phone. Something is wrong. I... I think it happened again."
"No."
It was quiet, just a single word but it broke Tara's heart. She loved Dr. Possible. She loved both of them. And she was supposed to protect Kim. She was supposed to be their for their daughter. Kim had been doing good. She had been better than she had in a long time. The therapy had been helping she had been smiling again. And she had been funny and she had been healing. Now this. "I can't tell if it was her again but I have to think so. Kim has been out of the spotlight for years. Pretty much since last time."
"Tara," She said her voice hard and surprisingly steady. Me and James are coming over there. We need to be there have you already called the authorities?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I called the cops." The few moments that passed until the police arrived seemed like an eternity. A sleek black sedan pulled up with a blue city plate.
"I received a call about an emergency."
"You're not the police."
"How very right you are, Ms. Strong." The tall woman said. She removed the hat and Tara's eyes widened. "I know you. Aunt Vivian was with you. You were dating right?"
Yes, we were. My name is Bethany Director. And I was a close friend of Kim Possible. I am here to help." It took only a few more moments for the Possibles to arrive. They looked resolved and focused.
"Drs. Possible. I am very sorry for having to see you under these horrible circumstances. I don't believe I can even Imagine how you feel."
"Dr. Director thank you but we don't care about empty platitudes. Find our baby and bring her home. She just was beginning to recover." James said. The rage was in no way veiled in his voice or his posture. "Swear to God. If we catch this … this monster. I.. I.."
"James." Anne placed her hand on her husband's shoulder and he took a deep breath as Dr. Director continued.
"I understand. I must also offer my apologies my people should have protected her. We had Kim and Ms. Strong under surveillance. And... shamefully we Saw nothing. I apologize but... we knew Kim was most likely still a target after what happened before. And … she was a valuable asset to Global Justice even retired." Dr, Director averted her one good eyes as she spoke somberly. "Whoever took her managed to disable our surveillance completely. They knew we were watching and that we did not a have an on location operative watching. I believe it's safe to assume this was no coincidence. It was her. Shego" Both Drs. Possible nodded as Tara took Anne's hand." She gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I have a team on the way and I've already responded to the local authorities. This is officially a Global Justice case.
Shego crooked her finger and Kim followed stepping into Shego's arms in the dimly lit entryway. "Welcome Home Kimmie." The green woman tugged at the hem of Kim' T Shirt before ripping it over the smaller woman's head. She smiled at the sight of the thick scarring along Kim's abdomen. The villainess pressed her hand against Kim's stomach and said. "You're still mine, Princess." The shirt burst into dazzling green flame leaving a topless Kim to Follow Shego down the hallway as she dusted the ash from her hands. The green woman led Kim along, her finger hooked into the waist band of her tiny shorts. "Welcome back to the nightmare Kimmie, you're right where you belong again. I am so disappointed in you for what you did to me. I was very hurtful do you know that.: I know you didn't think you little lovey sweet dream with the blonde was going to last forever did you?"
"No. I knew I was still asleep. I felt it. I knew you'd be coming to get me."
"Smart girl. Do you know how upset I am with you? How hurt? You left me Kimmie. But you know what?" The green woman said over her shoulder to her captive. "I'm willing to forgive you. I'm willing to forgive you for being a bitch and taking all my kindness and hard work for granted. Isn't that really fucking nice of me, Princess? I'm merciful. "
"Yes, Thank you for being so good to me."
"Oh I'm doing you a favor." Shego said as she pulled Kim through a door. "No one was going to love a pathetic broken murderer like you. You killed your best friend Kimmie. You attacked your own mother. Oh yes I know. I know everything. Your therapist was very forthcoming when I put flametipped claws to her neck." That voice was confident and sure. "You were right when you said you'd never escape me." Kim felt her shorts snap back into place as Shego let go of them. "Of course though I'm willing to forgive you, you have to earn it Kimmie you have to make me happy. You have to prove you appreciate all the things I do for you my little princess."
"What would you like?" It was only at that moment that Kim noticed that they were in a small bedroom. Far too spartan to be of Shego's taste. Nothing but a small full size bed and a cheap wooden dresser.
"I want you to take of those shorts first. I didn't give them to you so you don't want them or need them." Kim complied the tiny grey pajama shorts falling to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. "Good Girl. Now come here."
Kim nodded and soon she was standing right in front of Shego. "You are Mine Kimmie. My name is on you. I own you." And then she delivered a painful hard slap to Kim's face leaving slashes from her claws across her cheek. And if you ever decide to forget that again I will kill you Kimmie. You don't get to get better you don't get to be okay again." Shego snarled. The blood dripped down Kim's face. "Understand?" That last word was uttered sweetly with a smile and Kim nodded. "Good. This is your room. There are no windows. And no exit. That door only opens when I want it to. No games this time. You stay in here until I decide on your proper punishment. Good night, Kimmie, Sweet Dreams. I'll see you tomorrow." Shego grabbed the shorts as she made her way out the door and it clicked behind her with a mechanical whirr.
Those words haunted Kim as she shivered naked and cold in the empty little room. See you in the morning... she would be there to torment her in the morning. She would be there the next time she woke up and the next. She couldn't escape. It was as obvious as the thick ugly scarring marking her body. The redhead stifled tears and opened a drawer of the little dresser. Nothing. No clothing or underwear. Nothing but dust. There was nothing in the room to entertain herself with. So Kim merely crawled into the bed and laid there. Shego had said goodnight so that meant it was night. It was time to sleep. And maybe her dreams would ease this maybe she'd wake up in Tara's arms. It was at that moment the former heroine realized that this was the first nightmare her therapist had warned her about.