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"N-no, please...you can't...this is some sort of mist-"

As she pleaded for her freedom, the man grabbed the crowbard and jammed it right into her stomach repeatedly, forcing her body to arch in pain as she coughed out saliva over her lips and face. She gasped for air as the man pounded her stomach with the heavy metal bar - so much so that she felt she would possibly vomit as the dizziness hadn't subsided yet.

"You call yourself a superheroine, yet you're begging me to stop or let you go? Where's that fighting spirit, where's that spunk that defeated all of my men? Make this a bit more enjoyable for me, will'ya? Otherwise I'll have to off'ya without having some more fun as it's a bit unbearable to witness someone so weak and useless..." the man said, jamming his crowbar against her stomach two more times before stopping. He looked at her, watching her pant and drool in pain while on the verge of consciousness from the onslaught of abuse and hanging upsideown.

Is this the end for Night Owl? Locked where nobody will ever find her as she is abused by some muscled mob-boss with no way of escape?

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Part 3: Here

Part 5: TBA

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Description
"N-no, please...you can't...this is some sort of mist-"

As she pleaded for her freedom, the man grabbed the crowbard and jammed it right into her stomach repeatedly, forcing her body to arch in pain as she coughed out saliva over her lips and face. She gasped for air as the man pounded her stomach with the heavy metal bar - so much so that she felt she would possibly vomit as the dizziness hadn't subsided yet.

"You call yourself a superheroine, yet you're begging me to stop or let you go? Where's that fighting spirit, where's that spunk that defeated all of my men? Make this a bit more enjoyable for me, will'ya? Otherwise I'll have to off'ya without having some more fun as it's a bit unbearable to witness someone so weak and useless..." the man said, jamming his crowbar against her stomach two more times before stopping. He looked at her, watching her pant and drool in pain while on the verge of consciousness from the onslaught of abuse and hanging upsideown.

Is this the end for Night Owl? Locked where nobody will ever find her as she is abused by some muscled mob-boss with no way of escape?

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Part 3: Here

Part 5: TBA

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Created using DAZ Studio 4.9