Layers of shimmering blue scales tightened around Half Adder’s latest prey. The poor, lucky thing had been offered an interview at Adder Industries. She gazed helplessly into the glass visor drilling spirals into her eyes.
A bubble of drool collected on her lip while Adder’s grip tightened around her body. Her brand new headset played notes tailored just for her brain into those cute little ears. A technopath like Adder knew just the right way to tweak a good girl’s neurons.
Just the right way to channel her thoughts towards something cuter. No more silly superhero. Much more interested in pom-poms and pleated skirts.
“Adder! Adder! My electric queen! Everyone knows what I mean!”