tal slams against my back as I'm hurled across the room like a ragdoll. The impact jolts awake, my body skidding across cold steel flooring. My head throbs, consciousness returning in painful waves as I struggle to focus.
The Green Goblin twists a massive circular door shut, the heavy tal grinding with finality as it locks into place. My golden mask is gone. I can feel my hood hanging loose around my neck. I'm completely exposed.
"Where are we?" I demand, my voice raspier than expected as I push myself to my feet.
She doesn't answer, just stalks toward with predatory grace. I don't wait to find out what she plans to do. Energy surges through as I focus on a spot behind her, the familiar golden light enveloping as I teleport.
I materialize at her back.
The Goblin turns slowly, a smile spreading across her face as she reaches up and removes her mask. Auburn hair tumbles free, framing sharp features and piercing green eyes that study with unsettling intensity.
"We're in an underwater research facility, Mr. Steele," she says, her voice silky and composed without the mask's distortion. "Your new ho."
She lunges for , but I've already focused on another corner of the room. The golden energy swallows again as I teleport away, reappearing across the strange chamber.
I take in my surroundings with growing dread. The space is designed like an oversized submarine cabin, sterile and efficient. A narrow bed is bolted to one wall, a toilet and shower stall visible behind a partial partition. No windows. No obvious way out except the massive door she's sealed behind her.
"That's quite impressive," she says, watching with clinical interest. "I wasn't sure your abilities would function properly down here."
"What do you want from ?" I back away, keeping the maximum distance between us in the confined space.
Norma Osborn paces toward with the confidence of a predator who knows her prey is cornered. I teleport again, appearing behind her, then imdiately jump to another corner.
"You can keep doing that all day," she says, watching with an amused expression. "But eventually, you'll get tired. I have all the ti in the world."
"What do you want from ?" I repeat, my back pressed against the cold tal wall.
She steps closer, those piercing green eyes never leaving mine. "What I want, Mr. Steele, is to break you." Her voice is casual, as if discussing the weather. "And then, when I'm done, I want to show Parker what's left."
The words hit like a physical blow. My stomach drops as genuine dread floods my system. All this playing hero, all this superhero business… It had felt like a dream co true, like living in the comics I'd worshipped my whole life. But for the first ti since arriving in this world, everything feels terrifyingly real. These aren't comic book consequences anymore.
"We don't have to do this," I say, hating how my voice trembles. "Whatever you want to know about Parker, I can just tell you."
Norma's lips curl into a wide smile that doesn't reach her eyes. She takes another step toward , closing the distance between us with deliberate slowness.
"So," she purrs, "do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
I teleport again, appearing on the other side of the room. "There's a third option where you just let go and we pretend this never happened."
She laughs, the sound bouncing off the tal walls. "I admire your optimism, Mr. Steele. It's almost endearing."
"Norma..." My voice cracks as the sheer terror of treating this world like a ga until right now washes over . "I'm a nobody. Just so moron playing hero. Please..."
She lunges at with a wide smile. I teleport to the other end of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. My hand instinctively reaches for my brass knuckles, but they're not there, confiscated while I was unconscious, no doubt.
I sigh, my eyes darting around desperately. There are no windows, no vents large enough to teleport into, no way out except that massive sealed door. I'm trapped in a tal box at the bottom of the ocean with a psychopath.
Norma's green eyes follow . She walks toward slowly this ti, savoring my growing panic. Sothing in snaps, fear transforms into desperate rage. I teleport directly in front of her and throw a wild punch aid at her face.
She catches my wrist mid-swing. I try to teleport away, but her grip is like iron, anchoring in place.
"So you do have so fight left?" she says, sounding almost pleased.
Her fist connects with my jaw before I can respond. Pain explodes across my face, stars dancing in my vision as my head snaps back. It feels like being hit with a sledgehamr.
"Fuck!" I gasp, tasting blood where my teeth cut into my cheek.
She releases my wrist and I stumble backward, nearly falling. My jaw throbs with each heartbeat, and I can already feel it swelling. I've been in fights before, but nothing like this, nothing with soone so coldly efficient.
"Is that all you have? I expected more from soone who captured Parker's attention so completely."
The insult sparks sothing in . Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it's my desperation, but a plan forms in my scattered thoughts. If I can get her to follow to the bed, I might be able to surprise her, distract her just long enough to make a break for that sealed door.
"You want to see what Parker sees in ?" I taunt, backing toward the narrow bed bolted to the wall. "Co find out."
Norma's eyes narrow, a predatory smile playing across her lips. She stalks toward , her green and purple armor glinting under the harsh lights. "Brave," she purrs. "Or very stupid."
She lunges forward with terrifying speed. I teleport at the last second, golden light flashing as I materialize directly beside the massive circular door. My hands grasp the wheel lock, muscles straining as I try to twist it open. To my shock, it actually moves, grinding reluctantly beneath my desperate grip.
"Co on, co on," I mutter, feeling a familiar warmth spreading through my lower body. My teleportation's side effect is kicking in at the worst possible ti, blood rushing to my groin as I fight with the stubborn chanism.
The wheel turns another quarter rotation, tal groaning. Hope surges through , maybe this insane escape plan might actually work. I risk a glance over my shoulder.
Big mistake.
Norma's armored fist connects with my face for the second ti. Pain explodes across my cheekbone as my head snaps back, slamming into the tal door behind .
"You think I'm going to let you escape, boy?" she snarls, grabbing the front of my jacket and hauling away from the door.
She throws across the room like I weigh nothing. I crash into the floor. I struggle to my knees, spitting blood onto the cold tal floor. My entire face throbs with pain, and I can already feel one eye beginning to swell shut.
"I can already feel it," Norma says, stalking toward with a carnivorous gleam in her eyes. "The sa feeling I had when I first t you."
I try to scramble backward, but my arms feel weak, muscles trembling from exertion and fear.
"Arousal," she continues, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It's radiating off you like heat waves. Why don't you do it more? Let's have so fun, Shane."
My mind races, grasping for anything that might help survive this nightmare. Then I rember what Masters told during one of our training sessions, I get stronger the hornier I am. The teleporting builds it up, channels it sohow.
It's my only chance.
"Here goes nothing," I mutter, focusing on a spot across the room.
Golden light envelops as I teleport, materializing near the shower stall. Before Norma can even turn, I'm gone again, reappearing by the bed, then near the door, then in the corner. I move in short, unpredictable bursts, never staying in one place long enough for her to reach .
I'm teleporting faster than I ever have before, not giving her a chance to anticipate my movents. Sweat breaks out across my forehead, trickling down my temples, but it feels good, invigorating. The familiar heat builds in my core with each jump, spreading outward through my limbs.
"Interesting strategy," Norma laughs, spinning in place as she tries to track my movents. Her eyes gleam with excitent rather than frustration.
I focus on not telegraphing my jumps like Masters taught , keeping my movents random, unpredictable. The golden flashes fill the room like a bizarre light show as I push myself harder, faster, beyond what I thought possible.
After ten minutes of non-stop teleporting, the heat in my body has intensified to a constant, insistent throb. I'm fully hard now, the arousal building with each jump, just like always.
"You can't keep this up forever," Norma calls out, though she doesn't sound convinced of her own words.
She's right, but I don't stop. The tal room becos a blur around as I continue my frantic dance, golden light trailing behind like cots.
After twenty minutes, I'm drenched in sweat, my breathing labored. The arousal has transford into sothing more intense, an insatiable hunger that makes every nerve ending feel electrified.
I teleport again, my body dissolving into golden light only to reappear across the room. My legs wobble as I materialize, threatening to give out beneath . I've never pushed myself this far before. The heat inside has beco unbearable, a raging inferno that's consuming from within.
Every cell in my body screams with desire. The sensation overwhelms , clouding my thoughts with primal hunger. I'm no longer just aroused, I'm possessed by it, my body transford into a conduit for pure, unfiltered lust.
Norma stands in the center of the room, watching with fascinated eyes. Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she reaches for the clasps of her armor.
"I can sll it on you," she purrs, releasing the first clasp with a tallic click. "The pheromones you're giving off... they're intoxicating."
I try to look away as she begins to strip, but I can't. My eyes are locked on her every movent as pieces of her armor fall to the floor one by one. The rational part of my brain screams in protest, but it's drowned out by the roaring need that's taken over my body.
When she stands naked before , my breath catches in my throat. Her body is all lean muscle and dangerous curves, the perfection of a predator. I hate her, I fear her, but god help , I want her with an intensity that terrifies .
I shake my head violently, trying to clear the fog of lust. This isn't . It's just the incubus within .
With sudden determination, I gather what little concentration I have left. I teleport to her right side, my fist already swinging toward her face. For the first ti, I feel genuinely strong, my muscles coursing with newfound power.
But she's faster. She sidesteps my punch, her eyes gleaming with excitent.
"Too slow!" she taunts as she tackles to the ground.
Her weight pins to the cold tal floor, her naked body pressing against mine with crushing force. I try to teleport away, but her iron grip on my wrist stops .
"Let go of !" I thrash beneath her, but she simply tightens her hold, her fingers digging into my flesh with superhuman strength.
"You're not going anywhere."
Norma
Green Goblin
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