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While Riker stayed back with Bree, Roman was out and about, working to distract the rest of the elite force.

Roman currently stood a mere quarter of a mile from the Davenport Tower, atop a roof not far away. In his hands he held Bree's bag, still full of her belongings from when he took her. Roman took Bree's phone out from her bag, smirking at her quirky locked screen. Roman then emergency dialed Chase.

After only two rings, Chase answered. "Bree? We've been looking for you ever since you left days ago. Where are you?"

While he was asking questions, Roman had shape shifted into Bree. "Chase? Chase where are you? I'm scared," he cried out, perfectly imitating her voice.

"Bree, I'm at home. Where are you? Are you okay?" Chase asked, the fear in his voice bring Roman glee.

"Why haven't you saved me yet Chase? They're hurting me! Please, Chase, I need you!" Roman mimicked.

"Whose hurting you?! Bree, tell me where you are so I can get you," Chase pleaded. The only reply Chase got was silence, causing his heart to race. "Bree?! Bree?! Roman, Riker, I swear if you touched a single hair-"

"You'll do what?" Roman asked, now back to his original form.

"Roman! Where is Bree? What have you done to her?" Chase growled.

"Bree is exactly where I want her," Roman replied cooly.

"What do you want?" Chase asked.

"You, and all of the other super heroes, dead," Roman answered. "Just give me the list of heroes and I'll let you have your sister back, until we come to destroy you two that is,"

"I will find you, and I will destroy you for taking my sister," Chase threatened.

Roman smirked. "So, what I'm hearing is that because you are threatening me, I should torture Bree to the edge of death over and over until you finally find us,"

This was enough to shut Chase up.

"Well, as fun as our little talk has been, but I need to get back to Bree. Just remember, if you want to end her suffering, all you need to do is email me the list," Roman told him before ending the call.

Roman put the phone in his hand and crushed it to pieces. He scattered the pieces along the roof.

Roman then fled the area, hurrying back to the hideout. He opened the door and smiled when he saw Bree chained in placed.

"Good evening Bree, glad to see you're here waiting for me," Roman smiled.

"It's not like I have any choice in the matter," Bree grumbled.

Roman smirked. "I know. Now, I have a proposition for you,"

"What kind of a proposition?" Bree asked slowly.

Roman leaned closer to he and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I realize that your current, well, situation sucks. You are here, captive against your will, being tortured for information, helpless with no way out. But I think that there is a way to end your suffering and help me get what I want-"

"And how would that work?" Bree asked.

"Join me," Roman whispered in her ear.

Both his breath and his idea sent a shiver down her spine. "And why would I ever help you?"

Roman shrugged. "Because then you'd be safe, and we could take over the world together. Imagine the power, the fame, the wealth. You could be the queen, empress, goddess of all creation. Doesn't that sound like a dream come true?"

"Sounds more like your dream come true. I would never turn my back on those who need me for petty reasons. I'm not like you," Bree snarled.

Roman stepped back and gritted his teeth together. "Fine. But just remember this as you lay dying, in unimaginable pain, that you could have prevented everything that is going to happen to you,"

Bree held her head high and closed her eyes, preparing for him to do his worst.

Roman unchained her hands and cornered her against the wall. "I see my brother was merciful enough to lend you some clothing, and it would be a shame if they got ruined, don't you agree? Come on now, take them off,"

Bree leaned against the wall, trying to get as far away as she could from him. "There is no way that-"

Roman smirked and took out a knife from his pocket. He lifted it up to and against her throat. "You can either give them to me now and maybe get them back later, or leave them on and ruin them so that you won't have anything to wear for the rest of your short stay,"

Bree thought about it, hating herself for wanting to give in. And the smirk on Roman's face only made it worse. After a minute however, she finally conceded. "Fine," she nearly cried.

"Okay now sweetie, give me the top," Roman ordered.

Bree hesitantly pulled her top off, which Roman then immediately took away from her.

"Now the shorts," Roman chuckled.

"Please Roman-"

"The shorts. Now!" Roman growled.

Tears in her eyes, Bree knelt down and removed the shorts.

Roman smiled. "Oh, look at you. You could have ruled the world, but now you'll be nothing more than a slave. So tell me Bree, what does this little slave want now,"

"I-I want to go home," Bree cried.

"Yes, and is that ever going to happen?" Roman asked.

Bree let her head and tears fall. "N-No,"

"Good to know you've finally learned your place," Roman said. He then grabbed her airs and chained them back up. Too weak to fight back, Bree had to let him. Roman took a moment to grab a few things from the other room, and came back with a bag. Roman walked behind Bree so she couldn't see him.

Suddenly Bree felt a searing pain across her back. "Ah!"

"So this is how this is going to work," Roman explained. "I am going to ask you some questions. After each question, you will get a chance to answer me. If you refuse, then you get a lash. If you answer me, you'll get a reward. Understand?"

Bree gave him a slight nod to indicate her understanding.

"First, whats the key code the mission command desk?" Roman asked sternly.

Bree remained silent.

"Bree, it's time to answer," Roman warned.

"No!" Bree snapped.

Roman narrowed his eyes and swung the whip harshly across her back.

"Ah!" Bree screeched.

"Now, which of Chase's servers is the list stored?" Roman asked.

"I don't remember," Bree whimpered.

"Liar," Roman growled, sending the whip across her back.

"Stop!" Bree cried.

But he did not stop. Roman continued to interrogate, berate, and torture her until eventually Bree's back was too bloody and Roman's arm was too tired to continue.

Roman set the whip down, breathing heavily. Despite his fatigue, he stepped closer to Bree where she hung crying in pain. Bree flinched away from him as healed close to her face. "Now Bree, it is pretty late. And I want to go to bed,"

"I-I don't want to stay up here overnight," Bree cried. "It, It hurts to stand like this," she cried.

Roman smirked. "If I unchain you, what is to stop you from walking out the front door?"

"I won't try to escape, I promise! I'll even sleep on the floor, I won't try anything! Please!" Bree pleaded.

Roman sighed. "That wouldn't work Bree," his eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. "But maybe you could stay in another room if we locked the doors,"

"Yes! Let's do that Roman!" Bree agreed.

"But first, I need a reason to show you such an act of mercy," Roman told her.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Bree asked.

Roman leaned in so his face was perpendicular to hers. "Just one little kiss. Oh and thank me for my generosity,"

Bree nodded before squeezing her eyes shut, quickly pecking his cheek and then blurting out "Thank you Roman,"

"Oh come on, that wasn't a real kiss," Roman chuckled. "This is," he whispered before leaning in, kissing her lips roughly and passionately.

After a moment her shock subsided, and Bree pulled away from him. "Hey!"

"Come on Bree, bed time," Roman smirked, unchaining her arms.

Bree remained silent as Roman grabbed her arms and dragged her into a bedroom. Bree looked around the room, realizing where she really was. "What, is this your room?"

Roman smiled. "Yes, and you get to sleep in here tonight. You lucky little lady,"

Bree's eyes widened in fear and disgust. "No, no, I won't!" she screamed, making a break for it. She ran out of the room, aiming for the door to the outside world.

In her poor state, it was not hard for Roman to catch up with her. He grabbed her leg and tackled her, pinning her to the ground. "Did you really think you could escape me you little bitch?" he growled.

Bree struggled to get out from under him, but he was too strong and too heavy.

Roman gripped her neck in a choke hold and began to squeeze. "I offered you everything, but you still decided to protect those heroes. Well that is what is going to destroy you!"

At that moment, Riker entered the hideout to find Roman choking Bree on the floor.

"Roman?! What are you doing? You know we need her alive!" Riker shouted, grabbing his brother and throwing him off of her.

"She is of no use-"

"That is not for you to decide!" Riker screamed. "Get out of here!"

Roman glared at his brother before taking off.

But he did not leave Riker alone. Riker still had Bree laying on the floor and a choice to make.

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