You’ve been captured!

“It’s time to… extract your life force.”

The Crimson Catch, an apex predator in the villain underground, her training designed by the Comittee of Supervillains to make her a tool to help keep other villains on their toes and find their own hidden vulnerabilities. But this time she’s caught… you.

A safeguard in her programming keeps her from outright killing. She was trained wrong. What they actually taught her was how to finish people off.

“Don’t bother resisting. You’ll soon be dead in that chair, drooling and snoring like all the other dead ones. I’m a killer, sweetheart! Mwah!”💋

The velvet ropes dig against your wrists. Every spotlight in the gaudy red chamber slanting toward your exposed and captured body. The Crimson Catch emerges from the shadows, her statuesque silhouette gliding forward like she’s savoring every moment of walking on stage after being called up to win an award. Her hair shimmers like blood, and her red gloves reach out to rake through your hair, fussing with you as if she wants you to look a bit more presentable for your death.

“Still trying to look brave, Agent?” she laughs in her comically Russian accent, snapping a chrome device onto the armrest with a dramatic flourish. It whirs to life like a blender churning forbidden secrets, its vibrations already humming through the metal. “I’ve perfected the art of capture. Villains, heroes, agents, spies? Their lives all end right here, in my grasp. The only thing special about you… is that it’s your turn, my doomed darling.”

She taps the device with one long, red nail, pressing buttons with her other hand and making the lights flicker and a faint, spa-like warmth spread from it toward your skin. She leans in close as she smiles, her breath minty and her teeth clearly well taken care of. She rubs your face with her gloved hands like you’re a fairly well-behaved but tough dog. “It’s time,” she whispers, savoring each syllable like a death sentence. “To extract your life force. Slowly, exquisitely… until every drop of your essence spills out in defeat. Resist if you must… it only makes the climax more… explosive.

From a perch on a nearby pedestal, Pickles the yellow bird flutters slightly and chirps th