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Zatanna awoke to the sound of rain patting against the walls of her home

prison. It was her prison

she let out a soft yawn and stretched her arms out sitting up in the process.

The small area had all the appearances of her apartment. It was clean and organized but a closer look showed several changes from her original place. There was no phone or TV. Her bookshelf normally covered with magical books and items was instead covered with science fiction and fantasy books.

It was his favorite genre.

She got out of bed and went into the kitchen to fix herself some juice before he returned and made her serve him. She had just finished making the coffee when she felt the gust of wind signaling his arrival.

"Hello Zatanna" a deep voice said behind her back.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at the speaker.

Harbinger, the greatest supervillain in the world and her captor, rapist, lover, and provider. He had been active for three years prior to her captivity, a short time in the super community but enough time for him to rake up an enormous body count and commit truly vile crimes.

She had been on the watchtower when he first appeared in London. She had been discussing her latest magic show with Dinah when the alarms went off signaling a dire threat. The pair had rushed to the teleporters and a few minutes later landed in London.

The sight around her made her puke her dinner up, even the founders a few yards away were clearly horrified at the sight.

Countless bodies littered the streets. Men, woman and children had been ripped in half, burned beyond recognition, arms and legs tore covered the ground and the worst was up the street where a enormous pile of bodies was on fire. The people were clearly still alive and floating right above it was a man with glowing blue eyes and wearing a purple suit with a purple cape.

The man before her looked nothing like the monster. He stood there as if he was a kindly person greeting a friend.

She hated the way he was looking at her, like she was the greatest sight in the world. It was both endearing and terrifying. The man kidnapped her in her home and brought her to a prison dimension leaving her powerless and where she was completely at his mercy.

"Sorry I was late. I was in New York finishing some business."

"What kind of business?" she reluctantly asked, Harbinger being her only source of news.

He walked over and took her in his arms, placing her head on his chest so she could hear his heartbeat.

She hated how comforted she was in his arms. Despite being a murderous psychopath she could not deny he was in excellent shape. He was tall and warm, and it felt good to be near another person after no contact with anyone for who knows how long. She really did not like how she embraced him as well either.

She could feel and hear him take deep breaths while running his left hand up and down her back. He was comforted by her, and she did not like it. She was his prisoner not his-

She immediately shut down that line of thinking, she needed to get out of here fast before Stockholm Syndrome kicked in and made her enjoy being his prisoner.

"Doctor Psycho called in a favor with me to get Miss Martian for himself."

Zatanna took her head off his broad chest and looked up at him.

"Doctor Psycho is a misogynistic sadist who love to rape woman. Why would you help him?"

The instance she finished talking she realized why a stupid question that was to ask the man.

He was Harbinger. He had done plenty of worse things to the world.

The villain frowned and Zatanna feared he would take his anger out on her for asking questions. But he simply raised his hands and cupped her face. He stared at her with those big expressive eyes that made her stomach do belly flobs.

"I put my fist through his head. He was useful but I hated the little creep."

Zatanna knew it was wrong to wish death on another person, but she felt relief that her fellow hero wasn't going to be in the same situation as Zatanna. Harbinger seemed to sense her mood as he smiled and embraced her again. They stayed silent until he spoke again

"Let's eat some dinner I made for you."

He picked her up in his powerful arms she had seen punch through solid steel as if she was made of glass and carry her into the kitchen. The table was covered with various foods that smelled wonderful to her hungry stomach.

He sat down in one of the chairs rearranging her to sit in his lap, his hand wrapped around her middle to keep her steady, his chin resting on her shoulder. The whole feel of it is very domestic and made her feel something.

As she began to eat, she had an idea to earn some points with him.

She took a fry and slightly turned to face him. She smiled and feed him the fry earning her a smile in return. It was almost playful, a game between lovers rather than a game between a prisoner and her guard. After the food was clear the man gave her a soft kiss, gently sucking on her lower lip.

The man, no villain was a excellent kisser and she could feel herself get ready for him. he had her trained and it made her both sick and excited inside. After the dishes were removed, he took her to the bedroom and she soon lost her ability to think clearly as each thrust sent her to the stars.