"Let me out!" You screamed out as you bashed against the door.
Of course they knew you'd act like this.
"Let's just let her get her energy out." Jake muttered before he collapsed onto the couch and sighed.
After about an hour you quietened down and Marc was now in control.
He opened the door to see you sitting on the floor.
Suddenly you got up and tried to run off before he grabbed your wrist.
"Let me go!" You screamed, hitting him as he gripped you tighter.
"Someone will come and save me!" You shouted, still struggling against him.
"Oh, really? And who will save you, little one? You don't have any family or friends." He said as you stopped struggling a little and looked up at him.
"A superhero will come and save me." You growled as he chuckled softly at your pure innocence.
"And which superhero, huh? Cause Captain America is a little far from here." He said as you growled and tried to break free.
"Moon knight! He can save me!" You shouted as he looked at you in shock.
"He's a hero! And he will save me!" You shouted as he let go of you and you ran for the door, he knew you couldn't get out.
He chuckled and let his suit form around him.
"You think I'm a hero?" He asked before you turned around and looked at him in shock.
"N-No." You whispered as you slid down against the door.
"B-But, you're a hero. Why are you kidnapping me?" You whispered as he slowly came forward, he knelt in front of you and let the suit retract again.
"Am I, sweetheart? Or am I saving you? Did you really enjoy living in foster care?" He said as you looked at him in shock.
"How do you know about that?" You whispered as he reached forward and ran his thumb over a scar on your face.
"I know a lot about you, darling. I know how badly you're treated. Wouldn't you rather be here with me? With a hero? You can have your own bed, whatever food you'd like, watch TV, maybe even some toys." He tempted, still holding onto your face as you felt tears in your eyes.
"What if I disobey you?" You whispered as he looked at you sadly.
"Then we would talk to through, little one. You're so used to being tortured and punished, aren't you?" He whispered as tears fell from your eyes.
He noticed that you ever so slightly nuzzled into his hand.
"I don't know what to do." You whispered as you closed your eyes.
"You don't need to decide, baby. You never need to think about anything again, let me do it all for you. All you need to do is be good for me and we'll take care of you." He whispered as you looked up at him and nodded.
"There's a good girl."