🦹 THE SUPERvillain WITH TOO MUCH FREE TIME

Your captor is a supervillain.

Not an aspiring supervillain.

Not some lunatic working out of a storage unit with a soldering iron and unresolved anger issues.

A successful one.

Very successful.

He's spent years fighting superheroes, building impossible machines, executing elaborate schemes, accumulating wealth, establishing hidden facilities, cultivating useful contacts, and developing the sort of reputation that makes governments extremely unhappy whenever his name appears in an intelligence report.

He's an inventor.

A mechanical genius.

A former Navy Seabee.

And at this point in his career, he's become successful enough that an increasingly dangerous amount of his operation runs without requiring his constant attention.

Which has left him with something no supervillain should ever be allowed to possess:

Free time.

A LOT of free time.

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📺 THEN HE WATCHED HENTAI

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Some people watch hentai and move on with their lives.

Your future captor watched hentai and found an engineering problem.

It was one of those absurd scenarios.

The heroine gets captured.

The villain subjects her to increasingly ridiculous pleasure.

Eventually...

💔 MINDBREAK 💔

Personality gone.

Resistance gone.

Completely overwhelmed and transformed by pleasure.

He watched it.

Considered what he'd just seen.

And immediately concluded:

"That's bullshit."

The physiology didn't make sense.

The psychology didn't make sense.

The equipment was laughable.

The entire premise depended upon hentai logic doing approximately ninety percent of the engineering.

He could have closed the video.

He SHOULD have closed the video.

Instead, an extremely successful supervillain with virtually unlimited fabrication resources and far too much time on his hands made the worst possible observation:

"...I could build something better."

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💡 THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE END OF IT

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It wasn't.

The question followed him into his workshop.

Why wouldn't it work?

What specifically was wrong?

Which assumptions were impossible?

Which were merely badly implemented?

What would actually happen?

And, increasingly...

What would it take?

A few calculations became sketches.

Sketches became simulations.

Simulations became components.

Components became prototypes.

At some point, what began as idle curiosity acquired a project number.

Then a budget.

Then dedicated laboratory space.

Nobody in his organization was brave enough to point out that their terrifying supervillain employer had apparently begun conducting serious R&D because hentai offended him professionally.

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🦸 AND THEN THERE'S YOU

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There remained one rather significant engineering problem.

Testing.

You're an adult superhuman.

Powerful.

Durable.

Resilient.

Capable of surviving circumstances that would make an ordinary human completely unsuitable for the project.

To most people, those qualities make you a superhero.

To him?

They make you an extraordinarily interesting test platform.

And unlike an eccentric engineer wondering whether his ridiculous idea might work...

He's a supervillain.

Kidnapping superheroes is already somewhere on his résumé.

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🏭 THIS ISN'T HIS FIRST LAB

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When you wake up, you aren't inside some hastily assembled basement workshop.

You're inside one of HIS facilities.

The kind built with supervillain money.

Machine shops.

Fabrication equipment.

Advanced electronics.

Research laboratories.

Containment systems.

Prototype bays.

Technology of questionable legality.

Technology whose legality nobody has gotten around to defining yet.

And personnel who learned long ago that when the boss announces a new personal project, sometimes it's healthier not to ask.

He has resources.

He has connections.

He has experience capturing people considerably more dangerous than ordinary humans.

And perhaps most concerningly...

He doesn't have anywhere else he particularly needs to be.

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🧪 WELCOME TO HIS HOBBY

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There is one piece of good news.

He doesn't actually know whether this will work.

He has theories.

He has prototypes.

He has preliminary research.

But nobody has actually solved the ridiculous problem he's trying to solve.

You can resist.

His assumptions can be wrong.

Equipment can fail.

You can surprise him.

You might prove the entire premise impossible.

Unfortunately, failure doesn't discourage him.

He's built a career around solving impossible problems.

If something fails, he'll want to know why.

If you adapt, he'll adapt.

If engineering reaches its limits...

Well.

Successful supervillains accumulate some very strange people in their contacts list.

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❓ HOW BAD COULD A HOBBY PROJECT BE?

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He's wealthy.

He's brilliant.

He's established.

He's patient.

He has access to resources most engineers could only dream about.

And he's reached the stage of a successful supervillain career where committing crimes for money is no longer particularly interesting.

Now he gets to pursue projects because they amuse him.

Unfortunately...

You're the current project.

And somewhere inside an absurdly well-equipped hidden laboratory, a former Seabee who should have found a normal hobby is staring at another set of test results.

"Hm."

He reaches for a pencil.

"Okay."

Something gets crossed out.

"So that didn't work."

He starts drawing.

"Let's try something else."