“You've won, alright Adrian? I am your pet and your slave, as Overgirl decreed. You have me, I'm fairly certain I'm the one you want. Please I will do anything, I will bow myself to you, confess my faults and your greatness before The Assembly itself if you want. Just please, leave my friend out of this. Keep her in the work-camp. That's where she's from isn't it? She serves quietly and calmly, quite content to be ignored by literally anyone. So send her back there, let her work the fields or in the kitchens. You'll get no trouble from her know her that well. Just please don't do this to her.”
“How do you know this Sasha Scott is anything like your...whatever she was to you?”
“Sasha has the same open-face across the multiverse. She's the antithesis of polluted. She sucked at lying and abhorred obfuscation. I know this from the four plus years she spent dropping in on my team and my friends. This woman, this bait you have in front of me has lived her life downtrodden and put upon. She sees the fuhrer when she looks at me. I know this is not her, the woman I knew. For one, Sasha is gone from my life. And it is not sentiment. At least, not on behalf of the woman I knew. One thing you should know about us hero types is we will attempt to save any innocent life we have the power to save. It tears us up if we can't.”
“You mean like this?” Adrian pulled Sasha by her hair, backward into his lap. He leaned over her and kissed her forcefully, passionately and in what seemed like an eternity. I saw his hand run down her side and without even looking he undid the strings of her...knickers was the only word I could think of. This version of Sasha must have been used to such treatment: she didn't struggle at all. And somehow that was the worst part of watching Adrian with Sasha. Not that they shouldn't know each-other, or seeing Prometheus of all people victimizing her. But that she never fought him. Sasha as I knew her was, an incredibly strong-willed woman. She wasn't a fighter and she was nearly incompetent as far as combat. But she was full of her own kind of strength. She had convictions that could give her fire. She burned inside when she saw suffering. You tell her to do something she knew was wrong she'd give you hell.”
“And you saw her being such a victim, so familiar with abuse that it would never occur to her to fight back.” Leo Snart whispered. “It probably didn't feel all that different. That sounds like a whole lot of suck' even by our standards.”
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