The Terrible

Terrible has fitted him with a special conveyor belt. It carried the Invulnerabella, moving toward the fiery furnace of metalworks, with its muscular arms flexing with carbon-titanium cables. His curse robbed him of his strength whenever he was arrested; the story was just glamorous. His trap would be to plunge him into the very tools that make up the ropes. It was the worst, most horrible sentence ever handed down to him.

"History will remember me. Not Dr. Ogre. Not The Man's Gaze. It was The Terrible who won!"

She squirmed, the strings grinding the plate of her golden chest, her raven hair capturing the glow of a fire. The look gave him a knot in his duodenum. What should he have done after killing him? You have heard of this problem many times now.

"Well?" he sighed, trying to clear his mind. "What do you say?"

Invulnerabella pressed her lips. Three times iron furnaces became famous, and Terrible listened to its final request.

Instead, you heard Taylor Swift's song "Shake It Off." Hate haters.

Invulnerabella sat up and down the ropes, tying a gold belt around his left wrist. The song was out of it, with a hint of liquid crystal.

He gasped. This was impossible. Where did you get the energy to bend carbon titanium?

"Crap. Kraken is attacking East Bay again."

He never swore. The Terrible was always thinking about how he didn't know.

Invulnerabella sighed and lay down on the conveyor belt, still on the rails. He stared at her. "Mercer, we need to talk."

"Don't call me that," he said adjusting his mask. "I'm The Terrible."

"Citizens need me," he said sadly and almost apologized. He was as scary as hell when he was insane. Think of it, every time he kidnapped her, he had never been crazy before. "We talked about putting the needs of others before you."

This was supposed to be a strategy. He said with a sigh. "You have to beg more than that!"

"We have to make some progress in two years ...."

"I can't hear you!"

"Trade."

Invulnerabella was square on his shoulders, lifted the waist from the conveyor belt, and cut through the carbon-titanium strands as dental floss. Someone caught in The Terrible, who was lucky that the shock caused him to fall. Otherwise, he would be beheaded.

He got off the conveyor belt, removing the dust from his biceps. "We have been doing this for a while. At first, I thought that justice was a problem.

"Impossible!" Terrible shouted, hitting the button on the back of his control glove. Three more carbon-titanium cables rang behind the metal and behind the Invulnerabella head. She rolled her eyes, holding all three of them under her left armpit. With a single click, he tore them apart and left them limping on the floor.

The Terrible remained low, facing the hatch beneath it. He had a secret weapon down there, but he was still scared that somehow he had his power. "B-but you were arrested!"

"Part of the problem was you never thought that was built. I never lost my strength when I was chained, or under a full moon, and I was not at risk of being blindfolded."

"But Male Look--"

He stomped on the metal and collapsed to the point of being hatched. "It took me five months to realize I was cheating. Ricardo got better. You can too, Mercer."

"Call Me The Terrible!"

"Ricardo has a YouTube fashion channel now. Dr. Ogren teaches Chemistry. They're better now. Almost all of my criminals are getting better."

"Better?" He laughed, swept away, and stood up. "But I am much better! The Slave Master."

"The S&M community hates you. It gives you a bad image."

He fixed the window, probably to fight his Kraken, but The Terrible hurried his way. Open the mouth of the mask.

"I mean, I didn't ... It's not the kind of slavery."

He punched her. "It used to be chainmail codpieces. Now, this is a mask. In a few other episodes, you'll build powerful weapons. Criminals don't come back from the power field."

Wipe Zip's lips. "All these years have you been taking care of me?

"You came after me instead of citizens. I split the crime in half by giving six hours a week to quarrel with you all. You didn't care that I never died. I thought you would be the first to get better, Mercer. Not the last time."

"The Terrible! And I don't need help. I'm a professional engineer--"

Taylor Swift sang again on her wrist. Invulnerabella breathed so hard that it could have caught fire. "I have to go. If Kraken is really loose ...."

He stared at his instrument. "Is that bad?"

"It has a lot of tents, plus straightforwardly consuming residents. You're your favorite compared to that." She shook her hair, then turned to the window. "You have problems, but you can still come. I want to believe in you."

As she passed him, she began to soften and pat him on the shoulder. The thought of Kraken devouring him gave him another knot in his duodenum.

Perhaps for the first time in his career, The Terrible caught him off guard - holding his wrist in his left hand. He pulled her to a halt, but she was very strong, and he pulled her a few steps behind her.

"Stop, stop," he said, hiding next to her, although he could not see her eyes. "May I come?"

"If this is a satanic plot--"

"I'm a Slave Master. No billions of armed beasts can escape me," he said, looking at the door of his basement. "And, I've already built those power weapons. They have to work on a person."

"Constructive treatment." He said with a smile. "It's not a bad idea."

He stretched out his hand with his glove over him and shook his hand. "Tonight, I called it Mercer."