"Oracle's Ordeal" - Chapter 8: "Epilogue"

A quick epilogue to see how our villains are doing!

“My, my, my… If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look like you’re ready for round three miss Falcone. I’d say you look like you’re aaaaching for it…”

Poison Ivy slowly lay in the king-sized bed, completely naked, holding a riding crop playfully. There were leather cuffs chained to each of the bed’s 4 corners. “Deep down, you wish someone tied YOU down, don’t you? Restrained, helpless, tortured… Completely at your captor’s mercy…”

Sofia Gigante Falcone stood a few feet away, with her back to the bed, pouring some bourbon into a glass. She was wearing only her silk night robe, open at the front.

“I don’t appreciate the psychoanalysis Pamela,” she said as she took a sip of her drink, “I am however, perfectly happy to switch roles for a while. Perhaps you’d like to submit to me for the rest of the evening?” She said as she turned toward the bed.

“Hm, not really my style princess.” Replied Ivy.

Sofia sat on the side of the bed. “No, I didn’t think it would be…” She placed her hand on Poison Ivy’s thigh and started caressing it, slowly moving down to her calf. She then raised it, bringing it closer to her face, and began placing gentle kisses all over the green-skinned villain’s foot.

“Mmmmmmmm…” moaned Ivy, closing her eyes and running her fingers through her own hair.

BZZZZZZTTTT

BZZZZZZTTTT

Sophia’s phone was buzzing on the nightstand by the bed.

Visibly irritated, she moved up closer to it and answered “I left very clear instructions, no interr-“

“I told you to turn that thing off…” whispered Ivy. She then stiffened as she heard the sound of glass shattering and liquid dripping. “Falcone?”

“I see.” Said Sofia as she hung up and lay the phone down beside her. With her hand now free, she began picking the bits of cracked glass out of her bloody hand. “It seems we have underestimated Miss Gordon.”

“What?” Asked Ivy, her stomach already sinking.

“They seem to have escaped our grasp” hissed Falcone through clenched teeth. “Get dressed. We have work to do.”

Yeah, I couldn’t resist giving Ivy and Sofia a little scene, just for fun. Yay.