Chapter 8
Blossom opened her eyes to find she was still hurting. She took in her surroundings. She was in a bed, but not her own. The comforter was purple. She remembered the attack and she realized that she was in Mojo's lair. She had been here many times before, but this time, it was different. Mojo would usually put her in some sort of restraints, but for some reason, she was in this room. The door opened and Mojo stepped inside, carrying a glass of water.
"Well, look who decided to join the living. The blast really took a lot out of you, didn't it, Blossom?" said Mojo.
"Why am I in your lair?" Blossom asked, as she tried to sit up.
"I wouldn't try to move if I were you," said Mojo, "for you are still week." Mojo then held the glass up to Blossom. "Drink."
She looked at the glass, then back at Mojo. "I'm not drinking that. You could have put anything in it."
"I have not, which is to say that it is clean. Now, you can either drink this or I can force it down your throat," said Mojo.
Sighing in defeat, Blossom drank half of the water. Mojo noticed her getting tired again. She lay back down and he pulled the covers back over her. He brushed a gloved hand over Blossom's cheek and left the room.
"Perfect, so now I have one Powerpuff in my grasp. I shall make her my Queen when I take over Townsville! But, how to convince her to be my Queen? Ah yes, I shall tell her if she doesn't agree to that, she will die along with her sisters and that excuse for a professor," said Mojo. His evil smile lite up.