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You look at your friend... Standing there...\n\nWhy doesn't... She... Help...\n\nYour energy is... Running... Low...\n\nYou kick you boots against the wall... Nothing...\n\nThe henchman laughing...\n\nMargot standing...\n\nWhy...\n\nCan't...\n\nBreathe...\n\n...\n\n..\n\n.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

Your gaze at Sunny nervously.\n\nBeads of sweat drip down your forehead.\n\nDid you get it?\n\nShe looks at you.\n\nAnd she smiles.\n\nShe places her hand directly on your face, sinking her fingers into the eyeholes of your mask.\n\n"Wrong number, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou panic!\n\n"MMMPH!" you protest. "MMPH!"\n\nYou twist your body, pull at your bonds, shake your head, and yell incomprehensibly into your gag. None of it matters. Sunny rips the mask from your face, exposing your secret identity. You try to hide it, directing your gaze to the floor, but Sunny is quick to pull you up by your hair. She gets a good, long look at you. And she smiles.\n\n"Hey Julia Wright, you getting this? Erin Steele is the Blue Lynx!"\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again?|Start]]

"Just get it over with," you sigh.\n\nThere's just no way a "Deluxe Unmasking" could be anything but further humiliation.\n\n"Okay," Hammerson says.\n\nWith both hands, he reaches at your face from behind. You struggle as he bends over you, finding your mask with his fingers. You shout and shake your head as he pushes the blue fabric up your temples, letting it reach the crown of your head.\n\nHe releases your face, and you immediately drop it, trying to fling the mask back down to your eyes. But as Hammerson steps back around to see you, he lifts your chin up with ease. He takes a long gaze into your eyes and smiles.\n\n"You see this, ladies?" he says, gesturing at Margot and Julia, directing your bare face at them. "The Blue Lynx... Is actually Erin Steele, the mayor's daughter."\n\nOf course Margot knew. Her face is totally stricken. But Julia has a wild look in her eyes, a curious look.\n\nYou can't bear to look at her, to look at anything.\n\nYou wish your arms were free. You wish you could just place your hands over your ears and eyes and leave this place, if only for a second.\n\nBut you're still bound. Over a table. Your butt still in the air.\n\nTotally helpless.\n\nYou could be here for a while.\n\nOh God...\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

WHAP!\n\nA literal pain in your ass brings you back to consciousness.\n\n"Wake up, Blue Lynx! Wake up!"\n\nYou're groggy... Your eyes have trouble staying open... You remember that smoke grenade...\n\nWHAP!\n\nAnother strike to your butt, and your surroundings become clearer. You've been draped over a desk. You can see your hands out in front of you, bound together with thick rope. Yo try to move them and find you can't: they're somehow bound to the desk legs in front of you.\n\n"You awake yet?"\n\nWHAP!\n\nYou cringe as your ass jiggles. You'd like to move your legs, but it seems as though they're bound, too: separately, each boot attached to a different leg of the desk.\n\nYou're bent over like an L across the table, the front of your body smashed against its surface, your butt rising in the air, the perfectly target for another...\n\nWHAP!\n\n"Stop!" you cry out. "I'm awake!"\n\nA figure bends down in front of your face. Hammerson.\n\n"Good," he laughs. "I was getting worried. That was a pretty smoky grenade."\n\nYou roll your eyes. In the corner of your vision, you can see Julia and Margot. They're bound together with more rope, their mouths taped up. They're looking at you with a horrified expression.\n\n"I had my men tie up your girlfriends real tight," Hammerson says. "But I figured they would want to see the show."\n\n"The show?" you say. "What show? You spanking me to death?"\n\nHammerson laughs and steps around to your backside.\n\nWHAP!\n\nYour butt is quivering as he comes back to look you in the eye.\n\n"The big reveal, Blue Lynx. Of your secret identity."\n\nHearing him even utter the words makes you instinctively pull at your bonds. But your wrists and ankles are tied tight. You can barely get an inch of the desk.\n\n"No, Hammerson," you say. "Don't do it."\n\nHammerson clicks his tongue. "I have to, Blue Lynx. This is a golden opportunity, right here. It's not every day you're tied up like this."\n\nYou feel... You are... So helpless. You steal a glance at Margot and Julia. They're not even trying to escape from their bonds.\n\nGod. What can you do?\n\n"Listen, though," Hammerson says. "I'm a sporting guy. So I'm going to give you a choice."\n\nYou look up at him and blink. "Bullshit," you spit.\n\nHammerson laughs. "What, Blue Lynx? You think I'm lying to you?"\n\n"So you're giving me a choice," you say. "But what if I choose not to choose?"\n\n"Not an option," Hammerson says.\n\nYou sigh and lower your gaze to the table.\n\nThis is not good. At all.\n\n"Alright," you murmur. "What are my choices?"\n\n"Your first option is the simple unmasking. And your second option is the deluxe version."\n\nYou scoff. "Deluxe version?"\n\nHammerson nods. "That's right."\n\nHe steps around to your rear again.\n\nWHAP!\n\n"So what it be, Blue Lynx?" he says, standing behind you.\n\nYou take a deep breath.\n\nAnd say...\n\n[["Simple." | SIMPLE UNMASKING]]\n[["Deluxe." | DELUXE UNMASKING]]\n\n

You struggle in the grip of the thug holding your ankles. He's got you tight, so tight that you can't think about him now. You've got to fend off the guys who are coming toward you.\n\nMaybe throwing a smoke bomb would make sense? It would give you try to break free. And you'd probably be able to score a few blind hits.\n\nYou unsnap your belt pocket and stick your fingers in...\n\n[[Throw a smoke bomb. | SIX THUG SMOKE BOMB]]\n[[Just start wailing on them. | SIX THUG TRUE STANDOFF]]\n

You type in "1, 2, 3, 4."\n\nThe keypad beeps. In a mean way.\n\n"Come on, seriously?" you mutter.\n\nBetter try another code. Or a different strategy, altogether.\n\n[[Type "5,5,5,5" | KEYPAD 5555]]\n[[Type "6,9,6,9" | KEYPAD 6969]]\n[[Try to tamper with the keypad | KEYPAD TAMPER]]\n[[Break the pane-glass door | KEYPAD BREAK IN]]\n\n

You pivot on your knees and push up to your feet, diving backward toward where your taser landed...\n\nBut it's not there!\n\nYou're on your knees, combing through the grass, green staining your fingers...\n\nYou hear a laugh from the thug in front of you, the one you were just sparring with.\n\n"Looking for this?" he says, holding your weapon out and giving it a small shake.\n\nBefore you can react, his free hand is on your back. He pushes you forward, and then drives the taser into your chest.\n\n"AUGGGGHHHH!!!" you shout, as your body convulses with electricity. Your eyes close, your hair stands up straight, your fingers tense up, your breasts jiggle.\n\n"Now you know what it feels like!" a voice shouts, triumphantly.\n\nYou start to smoke, and the thug pulls back, letting your body collapse to the ground.\n\nOverwhelmed by pain, your head lolls into the grass...\n\n[[And you lapse into unconscious... |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]

You tell Julia about the Lynx Darts in your belt pocket.\n\nShe glares at you. "I fucking knew it. But whatever."\n\nShe backs up against the wall and shimmies to her feet. You have to admit, she's a tough cookie. She looks ridiculous as she hops over to you, but she does, in fact, make it, and she's quickly turned around and in your lap, unbuttoning the flaps on your belt, looking for a Lynx Dart.\n\n"You find them yet?" you ask. All this grinding on your crotch is pretty... Weird.\n\n"Yes!" Julia says. She stands up and begins to cut away at her wrist bonds.\n\n"Listen to me, Julia," you say. "I know you want to unmask me. I know you think I'm a terrible superheroine. But there is no way you're getting out of this mess without me. You have to set me free."\n\nJulia rolls her eyes. "You're not in a position to give me orders, Blue Lynx," she says. The ropes fall from her hands to the floor.\n\n"Julia!" you shout. "You think you can take those guards on by yourself? Really?"\n\nShe cuts through the bonds on her ankles. "Yeah, I do," she says. She is now free. She stands up and puts her hands on her hips.\n\n"Julia. Listen."\n\nShe steps over to you and places a hand on your cheek. She slowly slides her thumbnail underneath the bottom corner of your mask.\n\n"Julia!" you shout. "Don't do it! Please!"\n\n"Beg me, then," Julia says with an evil grin. "Beg me to not unmask you."\n\nYou gulp.\n\n[[Beg her. | HOSTAGE BEGGING]]\n[[Refuse. "Fuck you." | HOSTAGE JULIA UNMASK]]\n

You stay silent.\n\nAnd Margot steps down.\n\nAnd your vision blurs.\n\nAnd you cough for a bit.\n\nAnd then you stop.\n\nAnd then your breathing stops completely.\n\nYou've been killed by your best friend.\n\nTHE END.\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"We have to go, now," you say, stepping up the first few stairs.\n\n"But wait!" Julia cries. "I'm still naked!"\n\n"Yeah, Blue Lynx!" Margot says. "What about your gear?"\n\nYou turn around and stare at them both.\n\n"We don't have time for that," you insist. "Right now we just have to get out of here. We'll probably find the stuff along the way."\n\nYou spin around and march up the stairs. A heavy sigh follows you.\n\nWhatever. You're the superheroine here. You get to make the decisions.\n\nYou emerge into a small hallway that stretches to your left and right. You turn left and walk into a large open space, where you're greeted by four hulking henchmen.\n\n"Hello there, Blue Lynx," one of them chuckles.\n\nYour immediate thought is to throw a smoke bomb. But as your hand moves to your waist, it hits you: you don't have your belt!\n\nShit.\n\n"Girls, run!" you shout. "I'll handle these goons!"\n\nYou hear Julia and Margot take off, and you leap into the mass of thugs. You throw kicks and punches, striking at ankles and arms and bodies. You watch the henchmen stumble back, and then see one of them run past you, headed after the other girls.\n\n"Oh no," you say, reaching out to grab him. "You're not going..."\n\nSuddenly, a pair of hands clamps down on your shoulders. You're frozen in place for a second before being thrown to the floor. Your back hits the ground hard.\n\nYou groan in pain, and quickly move to get up. But before you can even get to your feet, a thug bends down to grasp your ankles, pushing them to the ground. Another thug speedily does the same with your wrists.\n\n"Argh!" you shout, raising your pelvis in the air, trying to break free. You can move your body but not your arms and legs. These guys have you good, and they know it. They begin to laugh together.\n\n"What do we do now?" one of them asks.\n\n"Simple," another responds. "We wait for the boss to show up. He'll probably want to unmask her."\n\n"Why wait?" a third thug says, bending down to look you in the eyes. "I say we do it now."\n\n"No," you protest, squirming as the thug grabs your chin with one hand, and brushes your hair aside with the other. "No!"\n\nYou shout, thrashing your head around, but you're unable to budge the thugs on your arms and legs.\n\nThe thug on your chin plucks your mask by its eyeholes and tears it off with one rapid motion.\n\n"No!" you cry out.\n\nHe looks at your mask and then at your bare face, and then back to the mask.\n\n"I don't know who she is," he mutters.\n\nYou blink at him. Really?\n\n"I know," says another voice, a familiar one, from behind you.\n\nAnd you shiver as you see Hammerson's face crowd into your view. He's staring at you with an evil grin.\n\n"I wanted to unmask her myself," he says. "But I'll settle for this view. This view of Erin Steele."\n\nYou shake your shoulders and twist your waist feebly.\n\nIt's hopeless, now. There's no going back.\n\nNo turning around to get your belt and all the smoke bombs and Lynx darts it contains.\n\nYou chose this path.\n\nAnd now, your secret identity isn't so secret.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

You move down the hallway and find yourself in a big open area. A main room of some kind.\n\nAll around the room, sitting, standing, leaning against walls, are thugs. Big men in uniforms. Henchmen. Probably eight or so.\n\nYou decide to not engage them, and creep back the way you came.\n\nBut as you step backward, you slip on something and collide into the wall with a clattering sound.\n\nYou look up from the ground in a daze. There's a pencil on the floor.\n\nReally? A pencil took you down?\n\n"It's the Blue Lynx!" a voice calls out. "Get her!"\n\nYou speedily spring to your feet, unsnap a flap on your utility belt, and a remove a smoke bomb. But just as you move to throw it into the room, you hear an explosion. The explosion is immediately followed by a shooting pain in your thigh.\n\n"Augh!" you cry, looking down at your leg, where you see a small tranquilizer dart.\n\nYou pull out the dart and look up. You see a henchman carrying a rifle, a big grin on his face.\n\n"Bastard," you groan, moving into the room to get him. Your boots feel heavy. Your arms swing from side to side. Suddenly, the room feels like it's off its axis.\n\nYour legs are jelly by the time you feel the first thug. You throw a punch, and it's easily deflected with a small motion and a laugh.\n\nRough hands push you to the ground. You feel a kick to your side. Everything becomes lighter, whiter, blurry.\n\n"Silly cat," one of the thugs says, poking at your butt with his toe. "Don't you know? The boss has plans for you."\n\n"Plans?" you mumble, your voice trailing off as you lapse into unconsciousness.\n\n[[You sleep. |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]\n

You leap at Julia and knock her back into her chair, rolling back against the wall. You quickly throw her to the ground and pull her arms behind her.\n\n"Get off of me, you little brat!" she yells.\n\nYou're enjoying this so much that you forget about Sunny's gun. So you're surprised when you feel something hard and cold against the side of your head.\n\n"Hold it right there, Blue Lynx," Sunny says.\n\nYou freeze.\n\nDammit.\n\n"Release her, and stand up. Nice and slow."\n\nYou drop Julia's wrists and get to your knees, and then your feet. Sunny's gun hasn't left your head.\n\nJulia squeezes out from under you and clambers to her feet. She's clutching her wrists, glaring at you.\n\n"That really hurt," she whines.\n\n"So sorry," you say, sticking your tongue at her.\n\nJulia moves to hit you, but Sunny shakes her head. Julia steps back, her eyes still blazing with fury. You'd start laughing if not for the gun against your head.\n\n"Go ahead and sit in that chair, Blue Lynx," Sunny says, poking you with the muzzle of the pistol.\n\nYou drop yourself backward into the rolling chair.\n\n"Place your hands on the arms of the chair, now."\n\nYou do as you're told.\n\n"Alright, now Julia. Find some rope and tie this bitch up."\n\nYou sit there pensively, the gun still cold on your temple, watching as Julia searches through the office's file cabinets. She finally finds something in one of the desk drawers.\n\n"Here!" she says, holding some black cords in the air. "Think this will do?"\n\nSunny nods, and Julia crouches to the ground. She pulls your boots out so they're flat along the floor and begins to tie your ankles to the single column attaching the chair to its wheels.\n\n"Not so tough now, are you?" Julia says, standing up to tie your wrists.\n\nYou sneer at her, hoping she'll look you in the eyes while you secretly test her bonds. Shaking your ankles, you feel the give. She probably hasn't done this before.\n\nYou hold your wrists slightly above the arms of the chair. Julia doesn't seem to notice this, either. She ties each of your arms to the chair arms, not realizing you have a couple centimeters of wiggle room.\n\n"Let's do her body, too," Sunny says, and Julia wraps a couple of cords around your breasts and the back of the chair.\n\nAltogether, she's used a lot of rope, but you suspect that you could free yourself if you had a minute or so. If only they would just leave the room for a second...\n\n"Looks like she's nice and tight," Julia says, clapping her hands together. "What do we do with her now?"\n\n"What else is there to do?" Sunny shrugs. "We take off her mask."\n\nYou knew this is where they were going. But it doesn't make you any less nervous. You can feel the beads of sweat start to form on the back of your neck.\n\nSunny moves back to the desk and opens a few drawers. "Hey, did you see that camera in here, anywhere?"\n\nYou need to buy some time.\n\n[["I think I saw a camera in the back room, where I came in." | CAMERA DISTRACTION]]\n[["So, which one of you idiots gets to do the honors?" | PIT THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER]]

Julia is a suspicious character. But there's no reason for her wrists to remain tied. So you pull a Lynx Dart out of your pocket (this time it comes out!) and tear at the ropes until they fall to the floor.\n\n"Thank you," Julia mutters, attending to her wrists.\n\n"Okay now. Let's go," you say, turning around.\n\n"Wait! Blue Lynx! There's just one more thing!" Julia says.\n\n"What?" you say, turning back to her.\n\nAnd in one swift motion, Julia reaches up to your face and snatches your mask.\n\n"Augh!" you cry. Your gloves immediately go up to protect your secret identity.\n\n"Got your mask!" Julia taunts. "Now put your hands down so I can get a good shot of your face."\n\nYou look at her through your fingers. She's pulled out a camera and is taking pictures!\n\nAfter all you've done for her! Now she's trying to ruin your superheroine career? Who is this crazy bitch?\n\nYour first instinct is to put your shoulder down and lay into this monster. But getting closer might not be a good idea. One slip-up, and Julia will have a photographic record of your secret identity.\n\nThe wise move, if not necessarily the badass one, is just to flee. To get out of her, get into Margot's car, and ride into the night.\n\nJulia laughs, snapping away at her camera.\n\nIt makes you want to...\n\n[[Charge at her. | CHARGE AT JULIA.]]\n[[Escape! | ESCAPE FROM JULIA]]\n\n

"I do," you whimper. "I do."\n\nOh God.\n\nHow could she do this to you?\n\nThis is so humiliating!\n\nSunny cracks up. "Oh wow, really?" She puts her hands on her knees. "I mean, I guess he's kinda okay. But I was kind of hoping for better, Blue Lynx."\n\nShe steps closer to you. She's clearly getting more confident.\n\nAnd maybe, more foolish?\n\nIf you ran at her now, you might have enough chain to kick her down, and maybe get her in a headlock, or something.\n\nOr maybe you could lure her in, somehow. What was the comment she made? "Hoping for better?" Is is possible that Sunny is attracted to you?\n\nThat would be risky. If Sunny asks you a question, you have to answer.\n\n"Question three..." she begins.\n\nTime to make a move.\n\n[[Charge at her. | TRUTH SERUM CHARGE]]\n[["Wait. We're getting to know each other better, right? Why don't you come a little closer? | TRUTH SERUM CLOSER]]

You slam your ankle into the thug's groin, and he's instantly on his knees, moaning.\n\nYou spin around and kick him in the face, and he's on his stomach.\n\n"Damn you!" Sunny yells. You see her shove Julia to the side and leap toward you.\n\nShe's just yards away.\n\nIn a split second, you decide to...\n\n[[Throw a Lynx Dart at her. | SUNNY DART FAIL]]\n[[Wait for her to get closer, and then try to throw her. | SUNNY THROW SUCCESS]]

You crouch down, and...\n\nTHOCK!\n\nSomething strikes you in the back of the head.\n\nYou twist around and fall to the pavement, dazed.\n\nAs your consciousness fades in and out, you see another henchman towering over you. Smiling.\n\n"Sweet dreams, Blue Lynx," he says.\n\nAnd you...\n\nRoll your eyes...\n\n[[And fall asleep... | DRUG DEATH TRAP BEGINNING]]\n

"Fine," you say, stepping back. "Here goes nothing!"\n\nYou jump forward and kick the door. The glass explodes upon impact, shattering all around your leg.\n\nYour senses are instantly overloaded.\n\nAn alarm screeches in your ear.\n\nAnd waves of electricity shoot through your body.\n\n"GAHHHHH!!!" you cry, stumbling back from the door, smoking.\n\nYou crumple to the floor.\n\n"Oh God! Blue Lynx!" Margot shouts, bending down to examine you.\n\nYou can barely move. Pain envelops you. Your consciousness blurs.\n\nAs your vision turns black, you hear other voices. Familiar voices.\n\n"There she is."\n\n"I didn't think we'd ever find her."\n\n"Quick, get her partner!"\n\nMargot screams.\n\n"Nice try, Blue Lynx."\n\n[[You pass out... | ELECTRIC ENDING]]

"Erin... Erin..."\n\nYou feel someone shaking you. Your eyes flutter open to a familiar face.\n\nMargot.\n\n"Erin, Erin!"\n\nYou feel your consciousness returning, and you sit up. The back of your head feels like a giant lump.\n\n"Ugh," you say. "Where I am?"\n\n"You're inside that abandoned building. The one you went inside, to rescue Julia?"\n\nYou roll your eyes. "Oh yeah." You look around. "Where she'd go? Where's Sunny?"\n\nMargot blinks at you. "Oh. I was hoping you might be able to tell me."\n\nYou stare at her. "What? Margot. They'd knocked me out. They must have hit me with that gun or something."\n\nHer eyes have widened. She's looking at you, speechlessly.\n\n"What?" you ask.\n\n"Your mask," she whispers. "It's gone."\n\nYou reach up to your face.\n\nIt's bare.\n\n"Oh shit!" you say.\n\nWhat happened? Did it fall off somewhere? Did Sunny take it?\n\nYour head is throbbing. You have no idea what's going on. But it can't be good.\n\n"Erin, let's get out of here."\n\n"Okay."\n\nMargot helps you to your feet, and you walk together down the abandoned hallways. You cover your faces with your glove, just in case any henchmen still happen to be around.\n\nYou're able to get to Margot's car. She gets inside, turns the ignition, and the radio comes on.\n\nIt's a local station. A call-in show. You hear a female voice that you recognize. A female voice, and the voice of the male host.\n\n"So what have you determined, Mrs. Wright?" the host asks.\n\n"I've determined, and I have photographic evidence to prove it, that the secret identity of the Blue Lynx is none other than Erin Steele, the mayor's daughter."\n\nYou gasp.\n\n"What?" you cry. "How?"\n\nMargot is speechless.\n\nYou turn off the radio.\n\n"Oh God," you mutter. "They must have taken my mask off when I was knocked out. And they must have gotten a picture."\n\nYou hold your head in your hands. Panic seizes your entire body.\n\nShe knows.\n\nThe whole town knows.\n\nYou hear a siren in the distance. A siren moving closer and closer...\n\n"Oh God," you whisper. "Oh no."\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

BANG!\n\nA dart whizzes by as you climb up to a higher branch.\n\nYou pull yourself up the trunk so that you're standing up.\n\nBANG!\n\nYou duck behind the tree, and watch another dart shoot through the air, just inches from your face.\n\nYou slip, fall on your knees.\n\nBANG!\n\nA dart shoots into your arm.\n\n"Augh!" you cry.\n\nYou reach over to pull it out, put your fingers immediately slacken.\n\nAs do your legs.\n\nYou fall backward from the branch.\n\nYou close your eyes.\n\nAnd plummet to the ground.\n\nThe effect is instantaneous.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

There's no time to spare. You fling the grappel hook far out over the parking lot, and hear a "clink" as it hooks onto the rear-view mirror of Margot's car. You quickly tie the other end of the rope to the roof, creating a zipline.\n\nBut how to get down? You need some kind of a "zipping" device. Another hook, or something...\n\nSuddenly, it hits you! Your belt! You could loop it around the line easily, and you know it won't break halfway through your journey: it's made of sturdy rubber!\n\nYou unclasp your belt from the back and hang it on either side of the line.\n\n"Here I come, Margot!" you think, clutching the ends of your belt tight, and leaping off the loop.\n\nYou zip down at a blistering speed.\n\nAs you ride down, you see the thugs enter the car, and then step back out. They train your eyes on you. They know you're coming. But what can they do about it now?\n\nOne of them pulls a small knife from his pocket and begins hacking at your zipline, right at the place where it meets Margot's car.\n\nShit!\n\nYou've only got just fifty yards to go.\n\nThe thug is still bent over, working at your line.\n\nThirty yards to go...\n\nYou can see the line start to fray as the thug keeps chopping.\n\nFifteen... Ten...\n\nThe line snaps!\n\nThe cord whips around, and you go flying, letting go of your belt, soaring through the air, letting out an ear-piercing shriek that only ends when you slam into Margot's windshield.\n\nThe glass breaks, but doesn't shatter. You moan and roll down the front of Margot's car.\n\nBy the time you roll off and hit the ground, belly-first, you are unconscious.\n\n[[Ugh... | DRUG DEATH TRAP BEGINNING]]

Nope. There's no way you're talking to this bitch.\n\nWhen Sunny and the henchman return to the room minutes later, you are exactly as they left you. Julia and Margot are still tied and on the floor. And you are still a prisoner of this old torture chair, immobile and helpless.\n\n"Alright," Sunny says, handing the henchman a camera. "You shoot it. I'll do the unmasking part."\n\nSunny drags Margot's unconscious body toward you, propping her up into a sitting position against the chair. The villainess stands behind you, resting one hand on your shoulder, the other on the top of Margot's head, and points at the henchman, who clicks a button on the camera.\n\n"We'll make this short and sweet," Sunny says. "I have here the Blue Lynx and her partner, bound for your pleasure. In just a moment, I will unmask the two of them, and the world will finally know just who the Blue Lynx really is."\n\nSunny cranes her head at you. "Blue Lynx, is there anything you'd like to say before I unmask you?"\n\nYou glare at her. "Just that, this isn't the end, Sunny."\n\n"You're wrong, Blue Lynx," Sunny says. And just like that, her hands move to your face and Margot's face. She rakes her fingers upward, pulling your mask along with it. "No!" you shout. There's nowhere to go though, and nobody to plead with, as the mask crawls up your nose and onto your forehead.\n\nYou hear the henchman's voice. "Oh shit. It's the mayor's daughter."\n\nHe recognizes you. And he has your face on camera.\n\nYou let out a long, low moan as Sunny, the henchman, and Julia chortle at your expense.\n\n"We should let the man know!" Sunny says. "Send that video to his office, stat."\n\nThey do.\n\nAnd you're through.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

You hock a loogey into Sunny's face.\n\nShe shuts her eyes, wipes the sputum off, and frowns.\n\n"Oh... You'll pay for that one, bitch," she grumbles.\n\nShe winds back her fist and throws it hard into your gut. You bend over and cry out with the impact, and then erupt into a fit of coughing.\n\nShe observes your discomfort and grins.\n\n"Boys," she says. "Make the superheroine feel... At home."\n\nShe snaps her fingers at the henchmen, and the two men holding you release you. You fall to the floor, back first. The landing knocks the wind out of you.\n\nAnd then... They're on top of you.\n\n[[Next | HENCHMAN BEATING YOU DOWN]]\n\n

"Margot!" you shout, feeling the henchman's hold on you getting tighter and tigher. "Get him off me!"\n\nMargot socks Sunny in the jaw and springs to her feet. She runs at you and the henchman, winding up a punch. But as she steps within a foot of the thug, he swings his arm backward and catches her in the jaw. \n\nMargot soars through the air and lands hard on the ground, letting out a big "OOF."\n\n"Margot!" you yell. The henchman's grip on you has gotten tight enough for him to pull you to your feet without worry. He knows he has you, and he knows you know it. He's wrapped his big arms around you, and you can only tremble in his grasp.\n\nYou watch as Sunny gets up and walks toward Margot. She pulls your friend up and then shoves her against the wall. Margot slides down to the ground with a small groan of pain.\n\n"You thought you could escape, huh?" Sunny cackles.\n\nShe prances toward Margot and delivers a swift boot to the side of her head. Margot's body immediately goes slack. She is unconscious.\n\n"Leave her alone!" you yell, deep in the arms of the henchman.\n\nSunny shakes her head. "I'm done with her," she says, skipping toward you. "It's time for the main event."\n\nShe pulls a small camera from her pocket. "You have her steady, Moe?"\n\nThe henchman nods.\n\n"Great," Sunny says, pressing a button on the camera.\n\nYour body tenses up as Sunny reaches for your face. You try to throw her fingers off, but your shaking head only makes the villainess smile. She reaches under the bottom of your mask and begins to speak.\n\n"Hello world. As you can see, me and Moe here have captured the Blue Lynx. And we'd now like to unmask her so you all can see who she really is."\n\nShe pushes the camera in your face with one hand, and pulls up with the other. Seconds later, she has it all on film: the mask sliding up your face, your expression turning from stoicism to fear to utter distress, your cheeks reddening with the embarassment of it all.\n\nOn film, she has evidence of your secret identity.\n\n"The Blue Lynx," Sunny announces, waving the camera around, "Is Erin Steele."\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

Climbing trees is fun!\n\nAnd more that that, it will be faster than a rappel, and safer than a zipline. Or so you think.\n\nYou place your boots on the low roof wall, bent your knees into a low squat, and shoot up and into the air. You reach the tree, smack into its trunk, and clumsily wrap your arms around it.\n\nThe tree sways with your weight. Small branches break off as you try to stabilize your feet.\n\nThere's not a great place to stand...\n\n"Hey! Blue Lynx! What are you doing up there?"\n\nYou look down. You can see the thugs. One of them is reaching in Margot's car; through her windshield, you can see your friend swatting at his arms. The other henchman has walked across the parking lot. He's staring up into the tree, waving.\n\nDammit. So much for the element of surprise.\n\nYou see the thug pull out a walkie talkie and bring it to his face. "Come outside," he says, "And bring the boss. And some tranq guns."\n\nTranquilizer guns?\n\nThey're going to shoot at you? Like you're a squirrel?\n\nSuddenly, the front door of the building bursts open. Three henchmen march out, and behind them, with her signature bleached-blonde hair, is your female arch-nemesis, Hammerson's right-hand woman, Sunny.\n\nEach of the thugs is carrying a rifle. They march with them toward your tree and look up.\n\n"There's a cat stuck up in our tree!" Sunny laughs. "Boys! Get her down! Before she hurts herself."\n\nCrap. You've got to move.\n\nGoing up will make you harder to shoot. But it might just be delaying the inevitable. Whereas climbing down a little bit would make you more of a target, but also more likely to escape whatever they have planned.\n\nYou see the thugs aim. And you...\n\n[[Swing up to a higher branch. | HIGHER BRANCH]]\n[[Drop down to a lower branch. | LOWER BRANCH]]

The Blue Lynx in... Decisions, Decisions

You strut toward Hammerson with a cool, cocky confidence.\n\n"You're not going to shoot me," you coo, swaying your hips.\n\nHammerson keeps the gun trained on your chest. "Oh yeah? Try me."\n\nYou shake your head. "No, Brent. I know you. You love me too much."\n\nSunny, Hammerson... All of your nemeses have this weakness in commmon. You know they're attracted to you.\n\nYou can see a redness creeping in to Hammerson's cheeks. "Back up, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou're within a few feet of him now.\n\nHe looks nervous. But his gun stays steady.\n\nShould you go ahead and attack? Or continue with the seduction strategy?\n\n[[Take him out! | HAMMERSON CHOP]]\n[["I'm getting pretty close, aren't I, Brent?" | HAMMERSON SEDUCTION]]

You can't take any risks, not with your mask off. So you turn around and run. You jump over the unconscious bodies, burst through the door, and dash to Margot's car, Julia's loud, triumphant laughter following you the whole way.\n\nYou open the door, hop in, and stare Margot in the face.\n\n"Floor it!" you shout.\n\n"Oh my God!" Margot says, starting the ignition. "Did someone..."\n\n"Julia unmasked me," you say. "But I don't think she saw my face."\n\n"So, she's okay?" Margot asks.\n\nYour jaw drops. "Margot!" you shout. "Who cares? She's a total bitch! She took off my mask!"\n\n"Alright," Margot shrugs. "I was just curious."\n\nYou speed into the night with a sense of ambivalence. You beat the thugs, beat Sunny, and freed Julia.\n\nBut she got your mask.\n\nIt doesn't exactly feel like a win.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

You hear a CRACK.\n\nYou let out a small cry of pain.\n\nYour body immediately turns to jelly.\n\nYour world becomes dark.\n\n[[And you pass out... |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]

"Margot, you're my FRIEND!" you insist, looking into her eyes.\n\n"Like hell!" Margot says. She runs at you and, before you can even put up an arm, delivers a hook across your face. You spin to the ground, hitting it hard. \n\nYou lay there, inert, full of pain.\n\n"If I'm your friend, then you won't mind if I take off that little mask of yours, will you?" Margot says.\n\n"Oh, yes!" Julia says, walking over to you. "Let's take off her mask!"\n\n"No," you grumble, as Margot rolls you over and locks her arms around your head and neck. "No... No..."\n\nShe forces you into a sitting position, and then, with her hand on the back of your head, forces you to crane your neck up. With your hands cuffed, you can do nothing to fight back.\n\nJulia crawls into your lap and sits on your bare thighs, holding your lower body in place.\n\n"You're finished, bitch," she laughs, bending over to reach for your mask.\n\nYou shake, you whinny, you moan, but you can't prevent Julia from pulling your mask down your face, over your lips and over your chin.\n\nShe jumps back onto your calves. "Erin Steele?" she cries.\n\nLike a flash, Margot steps around to look into your face. "Oh God! No! You're..."\n\nYou look at her in fury, your eyes and cheeks bright red.\n\n"I told you... I'm your friend," you mutter.\n\nMargot falls to her knees and hangs her head. Julia stands up and can't stop laughing. Pretty soon, Sunny and some thugs are in the room, joining her in a chorus of cackles.\n\nIt's over.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

"This is obviously a trap," you maintain.\n\nMargot scoffs. "But, Erin? Don't you just want to leave?"\n\n"I really, really do," you reply. "But not this way."\n\nYou once again take Margot's hand and dive back into the labyrinth of hallways.\n\nYou slink around.\n\nYou wonder if they know you've escaped. Surely they've come back to the cell, by this point.\n\nAnd yet, the building is so eerily quiet.\n\nLike something's waiting to happen.\n\nYou sneak down a hallway and find yourself in a large room. It's curiously decorated, with a desk straight out a news studio, a large wooden wheel, and some fake plants.\n\nYou see a glass-pane door on the other side of the room.\n\n"There," you whisper. "That's how we escape."\n\nYou run across the room, Margot at your heels, and arrive at the door. You try turning the handle, but find that it's stuck. You look through the glass to the other side of the door, and see a keypad.\n\n"Shoot, it's locked, somehow," you say.\n\n"Just break it, then!" Margot says. "We have to get out of here."\n\nYou tap the door. It's just glass. You probably could burst through it pretty easily.\n\nBut something about that, too, doesn't quite rub you the right way.\n\nThere's got to be a key for this door. But finding it could take some time.\n\n"Erin!" Margot cries. "Can we just please leave, now?"\n\nAll this sneaking has got her pretty anxious. You don't blame her.\n\nCan you really ask her to wait any longer?\n\n[[No. You should try to break through the glass. | GLASS BREAK FAIL]]\n[[Yes. We should find a key. | KEY SUCCESS]]\n

"Her," you say, nodding over to Margot, but not wanting to say her name aloud. "I pick her."\n\n"Fabulous," Sunny says.\n\nShe opens the concrete door and snaps her fingers, and a pair of thugs walk into the dungeon.\n\n"Boys," she giggles. "Please give a heaping dose of this red potion to the Blue Lynx and her friend."\n\nYou watch as the thugs step over to Margot, pull her up, and roughly dump half of the red vial down her throat. Margot is either too weak or too scared to fight back, and she coughs meekly as the men set her back down.\n\nThey're walking toward you now. You tense up.\n\n"Red is an... Evocative color," Sunny says.\n\nThe men seem to delight in restraining you further, one holding back your arms while the other pries your lips open and empties the vial. The potion is cold but flavorless on the way down. You swallow it, and your stomach immediately gurgles. Whatever is in this potion, it's potent.\n\n"The color of blood," Sunny continues. "The color of anger."\n\nYou feel a warm sensation wash over you. You stumble back from the arms of the thugs. The room around you warps.\n\n"But also," Sunny says. "Red is the color of intense, burning passion."\n\nShe snaps her fingers, and soon after, your neck is unchained and your hands are uncuffed.\n\nYou think for a second about trying to run, about trying to fight off the men, but something inside of you pulls you back.\n\nYou fall against the wall, holding your head.\n\n"Sunny," you murmur. "What's going on?"\n\nSunny grins at you. "Take a look at your friend over there and find out."\n\nYou glance over at Margot.\n\nShe's staring at you. No. Not just staring. Beaming. Smiling girlishly. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is big and wet.\n\nShe's... Beautiful.\n\nYou look at her reddish-brown hair, so silky smooth. Her glasses... Nerdy but cute, hiding her somehow, keeping her from you. Egging you on.\n\nShe's got these great eyes, this great smile. And this incredible body. She's wearing her undies, but they don't disguise much. She's... Very appealing. Curved in all the right places. All kind of places to ogle and to grab and to...\n\nYou step backward.\n\nWhat is this?\n\n"You feel it, Blue Lynx?" Sunny cackles. "You feel... The love?"\n\nYou blink, wipe your face with your hand, shake your head.\n\nBut you can't stop yourself from looking at Margot...\n\nFrom wanting her...\n\n"No," you tell yourself. "No, Erin, don't do this..."\n\n[[But you can't help yourself... | MARGOT ATTRACTION]]

Your gaze at Sunny nervously.\n\nBeads of sweat drip down your forehead.\n\nDid you get it?\n\nShe looks at you.\n\nAnd she smiles.\n\n"The number was six. Well done."\n\nYou close your eyes. Phew.\n\n"But I can't let you go, Blue Lynx."\n\nYour eyes blast open. What?\n\nSunny removes a syringe from her pocket and flicks at the needle.\n\n"We're having too much fun for you to leave, yet."\n\nShe pats your butt and then sinks the needle into your left cheek. You cringe.\n\n"MMMPH!"\n\n"Just a little shot to help you relax, Blue Lynx..."\n\nHer face is already blurry.\n\nYour eyelids feel heavy.\n\nYou can feel your face falling to the floor.\n\nThat... Bitch...\n\nUghhh...\n\nYou pass out.\n\n[[Next. | HOSTAGE CHAIR TIE]]\n\n\n\n

You raise your fists.\n\n"Come on!" you shout. "Come get me!"\n\nThe first couple of thugs close in. They're smiling, calm; peaceful, even. They really think they have you...\n\n"You should know better than to underestimate the Blue Lynx!" you shout, throwing a punch...\n\nBut with you legs held tight, you can't generate any momentum. Your intended target sidesteps the attack easily. Your fist cuts through the air and falls weakly back to your side.\n\nDammit!\n\nThe henchmen laugh at you.\n\n"Try again, Blue Lynx," one of the two in front of you crows. "I'm standing right here."\n\nYou bare your teeth and cast out another wild punch. You throw yourself into it, but once again, the attack is avoided, and your forward momentum pitches you over. You cry out as you fall forward, but are prevented from hitting the ground by the rough hands of the henchmen. They pull you back up by your arms.\n\nSeconds later, and all seven remaining henchmen are within inches of you: holding your ankles, holding your arms. One thug has one of his hands on his back, one on your stomach, to keep your body still. Totally gratutious hands lay on your ass. The big man in front of you holds your chin and looks into your eyes.\n\n"You put up a hell of a fight, kitty," he says. "But there's no escape now."\n\nIs he right?\n\nSurely there's a way out of this mess...\n\nYou could spit in his eye. But that might just agitate him. Which might not be a good idea now that seven huge men all have their fingers on you.\n\nBut giving up doesn't seem right either. Certainly not very superheroinely. Still, what's the worst that could happen to you? They'll probably knock you out, sure. And then you'll be in some kind of deathtrap. But you've been in traps before, right?\n\nYou sigh...\n\n[[And spit in the thug's eye. | THUG EYE SPIT]]\n[["We gonna stand here all night, boys? Or are you gonna do something?" | THUG KNOCK OUT]]

Your hand drops to your belt to reach for a smoke bomb!\n\n"Stop!" Hammerson shouts.\n\nYou freeze.\n\n"You move your fingers one more millimeter, and I'll blow your head off."\n\nHe steps closer to you. You stand still.\n\nShit. Caught in the act!\n\nYou knew it was a risk.\n\n"Move your hands behind your back," Hammerson commands. "Slowly, now."\n\nYou can't take any more chances. You slide your hands around your waist and rest them on top of your rear end.\n\n"Good girl," Hammerson laughs. "I like you when you follow orders. So let's try another."\n\nWhat a jackass.\n\n"No more funny stuff tonight, Blue Lynx. Unclasp your utility belt and lift it in the air. Slowly."\n\n"But I just got it back," you say, sarcastically.\n\n"Do it now, superheroine," Hammerson growls, shaking the pistol at you.\n\nYou find the clasp on the back of your belt and carefully undo it.\n\nHammerson hears the click and smiles. "Now, lift it, with one hand, in the air."\n\nHe's obviously enjoying this.\n\nHis mistake.\n\nHe's losing his focus.\n\n"Okay," you say, giving your hips a slight shake as you begin to raise the belt along your side.\n\nAnd just as you see his tongue lick his lips...\n\n[[You hurl the belt at him! | BELT TOSS]]

You steady your gaze.\n\nYou look at him with your most unflappable, confident superheroine look.\n\nHe grins.\n\nAnd he removes the dart from your throat.\n\n"You think you're so tough," the thug says, gesturing at the henchmen, you moves around slightly so that the Dart thug can get his arms around your head. "Just wait to see what Julia has in store for you."\n\n"Julia?" you mutter.\n\nAnd then, he clamps down on your head. You feel immense pressure in your head and neck, and then, seconds later, you are unconscious.\n\n[[Your eyelids close... |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]

That's right. That reporter. Julia Wright. One of the paper's best when it comes to reporting on drugs. But also one of the best when it comes to speculating about the Blue Lynx's true identity.\n\nYour secret has been an obsession of Julia's for months. She's interviewed leaders, people in the streets, your father. She's not gotten anywhere near knowing who you really are. But you know that she thinks about it all the time. You've got to be be careful around her.\n\nThe problem is, tonight she needs saving. You're here because she got a little too close to Hammerson's operation. She's been kidnapped by one of his goons.\n\n"I know you don't like her," Margot says. "But she's still an innocent civilian."\n\nYou sigh. "I know," you say. "I know."\n\nYou put on the Blue Lynx mask and prepare to go in.\n\nHow do you want to enter the abandoned building?\n\n[[ Through the roof. | HOSTAGE ROOF ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the back. | HOSTAGE BACK ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the front door. | HOSTAGE FRONT ENTRANCE ]]

"Don't do it," you gasp. "Please."\n\nYou want to protest more, but you don't want to accidentally stab yourself. You're so worked up that you can feel tears form in your eyes.\n\nThe henchmen grins. "Keep talking," he says, poking you in the throat.\n\n"I'm... I'm just a young girl," you cry. "Don't hurt me. I'm begging you..."\n\nYour body shakes with sobs. You can feel the fabric of your mask soaking up with tears.\n\nThe henchmen scoffs. "Quit crying," he declares, gesturing at the thug on top of you. He moves around your body and puts you in a headlock.\n\n"You thought you were pretty hot shit when you were winning," he say, increasing the pressure on your head and neck. "But pin you down, and you become this weak little kitten."\n\nHe's right. And it only makes the tears flow faster.\n\n"Just hold still and this will be over in a second. Jesus," he says.\n\nYou can hear his voice muttering "Pathetic" over and over again and the world slowly fades to black...\n\n[[And you fall unconscious... |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]

"You win, Hammerson," you say, raising your arms in the air. "Just don't hurt her."\n\nHammerson laughs. He hasn't moved the gun from Margot's head.\n\n"I won't, Blue Lynx," he grins. "As long as you do exactly what I say."\n\n"Blue Lynx!" Margot shouts. "Don't worry about me!"\n\n"Shut up," Hammerson says, pounding Margot in the stomach with his fist. She cries out, and you instinctively step forward to help your friend...\n\n"Not another move, Blue Lynx!" Hammerson says. "Keep your hands UP."\n\nYou do as you're told.\n\nThis does not look good.\n\n"I've got you exactly where I want you, superheroine," Hammerson says. "Now..."\n\nYou gulp. You know where this is going. You can feel sweat starting to form on your brow.\n\n"Take off your mask."\n\nYou let out an involuntary scoff.\n\nYou knew what he wanted.\n\nYou protest.\n\n"No."\n\nHammerson frowns. "I'll blow her head off, Blue Lynx. And then I'll blow yours off, too."\n\nYou can feel your biceps shaking. The room suddenly seems about thirty degrees cooler.\n\nYou have to do it. Oh God.\n\n"If I take off my mask," you say, hoarsely. "You have to promise to let the Black Bobcat go."\n\n"I will," Hammerson says. "I swear."\n\nYou don't trust him, can't trust him... But you have to trust him. You couldn't bear to see Margot murdered.\n\n"Okay," you mutter. "I'll... Do it."\n\nHammerson smiles. "Alright. Let's see that pretty face."\n\nYou drop your head. Your lips are quivering. You can feel tears about to start. This is it.\n\nYou put your hands on either side of your mask and, with as little fanfare as possible, lift it from your face. You hold it out to the side and let it drop to the floor.\n\n"NO!" Margot cries. "NO!"\n\nYou look at the floor, your body shaking with sobs.\n\n"Oh my," Hammerson says. "Can it... Be?\n\nYou put your face in your gloves.\n\n"Hold your head up, Blue Lynx... So I can see you..."\n\nYou sniff, and shake your head, but eventually bring yourself to do it. You lift your face to the light of the foyer, where it shines with tears.\n\n"Erin Steele. The daughter of Mayor Steele. Holy shit."\n\nYou drop your face again, letting your hair hang down your body. You cry. You listen to Margot cry. And you listen to Hammerson laugh, his hysterical peals rising above it all, smothering you.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"I pick Julia Wright," you say, nodding over at the reporter.\n\n"Fair enough," Sunny says.\n\nShe opens the concrete door and snaps her fingers, and a pair of thugs walk into the dungeon.\n\n"Boys," she giggles. "Please give a heaping dose of this red potion to the Blue Lynx and... the journalist."\n\nYou watch as the thugs step over to Julia, push her back, and roughly dump half of the red vial down her throat. Julia tries to fight back, but without much success, and she coughs meekly as the men release her, dropping her to the ground.\n\nThey're walking toward you now. You tense up.\n\n"Red is an... Evocative color," Sunny says.\n\nThe men seem to delight in restraining you further, one holding back your arms while the other pries your lips open and empties the vial. The potion is cold but flavorless on the way down. You swallow it, and your stomach immediately gurgles. Whatever is in this potion, it's potent.\n\n"The color of blood," Sunny continues. "The color of anger."\n\nYou feel a warm sensation wash over you. You stumble back from the arms of the thugs. The room around you warps.\n\n"But also," Sunny says. "Red is the color of intense, burning passion."\n\nShe snaps her fingers, and soon after, your neck is unchained and your hands are uncuffed.\n\nYou think for a second about trying to run, about trying to fight off the men, but something inside of you pulls you back.\n\nYou fall against the wall, holding your head.\n\n"Sunny," you murmur. "What's going on?"\n\nSunny grins at you. "Take a look at Julia over there and find out."\n\nYou glance over at Julia.\n\nShe's staring at you. No. Not just staring. Beaming. Smiling girlishly. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is big and wet.\n\nShe's... Well, striking.\n\nIn her black lingerie and stockings, you'd almost say she's pretty damn attractive. Hot?\n\nYou lick your lips.\n\nWait. What's happening here?\n\nYou shake your head. You can't be attracted to Julia! She's... She's...\n\nYou find yourself staring at her again.\n\nAnd find that she's staring at you.\n\nShe gives you a smoldering look.\n\nShe wants you.\n\nBadly.\n\nYou're not sure if you want her.\n\nYour mind is telling you, over and over, "NO. NO. NO."\n\nBut your body...\n\n[[Draws closer to Julia... | JULIA ATTRACTION]]

"He's just a thug!" you remember, your adrenaline surging.\n\nYou smile at him. "That all you got, big boy?" you purr.\n\nHe smiles back. "Nope."\n\nSuddenly, his fingers clamp down. His strength seems to double, and you feel your biceps start to tremble. Your smile dissipates as he pushes your elbows into the ground.\n\nYou yelp as he slowly but surely forces your gloves down to the dirt.\n\nYou've been pinned!\n\nYou bare your teeth and shake your head. But you have no idea what to say right now, except, "Hey!"\n\nThe remaining thugs gather around you, watching you struggle underneath your subduer's weight.\n\n"You think we should take off her mask?" one of them says.\n\nYour eyes widen. You look to the second thug to see what he'll say.\n\nHe shakes his head. "No. We'll know who she is in due time."\n\nYou sigh.\n\n"She puts up a hell of a fight, alright," the second thug says, bending down and stroking your hair.\n\nAnd then, he pulls a Lynx Dart from his arm. You see a small trickle of blood form.\n\nHe holds the Dart in front of your eyes. "This fucking hurt," he says.\n\nYou can't suppress a cry of fear when he rests the tip of the Dart against your throat.\n\n"I wonder how you'd like it," he says, poking you gently with the dart, stroking your hair with his other hand. "I wonder how you'd like to be fucking stabbed."\n\nYou stare at him, trying to read him.\n\nYou know your eyes are full of fear.\n\nWhat do you do?\n\n[[Stay silent. | STOIC DART]]\n[[Beg him. | BEGGING DART]]

You're not in the mood for guessing games.\n\nYou pull a small device from one of the pockets of your belt, a mini-screwdriver, and begin poking at the keypad. You're looking for screws, surfaces that can be pried open, loose wires, anything to cause a little disruption.\n\nAs you stab at the machine, you notice a small sticker on its underside. \n\nThe label is very clear: "DO NOT TAMPER WITH THIS MACHINE."\n\nYeah. Sure. Whatever.\n\nYou continue to work away, until you think you've found something good. You dig the screwdriver into the side of the device and push hard...\n\nAnd a furious din erupts.\n\nYou instinctively drop the screwdriver and cover your ears.\n\nOh no! You set off an alarm!\n\nYou look around. You're in no man's land right now: a vast plain behind you, walls stretching for yards to either side of you, a locked door in front of you. You try desperately to think of where to go next, but the alarm is making it impossible to weigh your options...\n\nYou dash away from the patio, away from the building, and into the field, when suddenly the spotlights come on.\n\nThe light and sound hit you like a brick wall. You hold your head and shut your eyes.\n\nYou're completely disoriented, completely exposed. The feeling of helplessness is profound, and it takes half a minute for you to remind yourself that you're not trapped yet. You look behind you: you could keep running through the field.\n\nYou turn back to the building. Groups of henchmen have suddenly appeared from either corner. They know exactly where they are, and now they're coming to get you.\n\nIn the blur of the white light, you try to count them. There might be... Ten, in total?\n\nYou've fought five guys at a time. Six thugs. But ten? In this blinding light, where there's nowhere to hide? You're not sure how long you would last...\n\nEscaping into the darkness seems more and more attractive. Certainly, there'd be less pain. But there'd also be the humiliating spectacle of Blue Lynx FLEEING from her opponents. Not exactly a good look for a superheroine.\n\nThe thugs are moving in. You have to make a move!\n\n[[Stand your ground and fight. | TEN THUG RUMBLE]]\n[[Run away! | TEN THUG FLEE]]\n

"They're just little screws, I think," you say. "Give the Dart a shot."\n\nMargot pulls a Dart from her pocket and picks at the cuff on your right hand. It only takes a second for her to pop it off.\n\n"Margot! You did it!" you cry. "Now do my other hand and I'll help with my legs."\n\nAs Margot uncuffs your other wrist, she hands you a dart. After both of your hands are free, you bend over and help Margot extract your ankles. You hear the cuffs clink against the ground.\n\n"Alright! You did it!" you say, hopping off the wooden wheel. You quickly put all the clothes Hammerson had stripped off of you back on. "Now let's get out of here!"\n\nSuddenly, the power comes on. And you and Margot find yourself standing in the middle of a circle of villains: Julia and Sunny on your left, two henchmen on your right, and Hammerson directly in front of you, running his fingers through his slicked-back hair.\n\n"Where the hell did you come from?" he asks, pointing at Margot.\n\n"The Black Bobcat always lurks near the shadows of evil," Margot says.\n\nIt's corny, but you like it.\n\n"You ruined the show!" Julia cries. "We were so close, and you just... Fucked it up!"\n\n"Forget about the show," Sunny says. "Let's just get these bitches."\n\nYour foes all take a step toward you.\n\nYou'll have to split them up.\n\n[["Black Bobcat: Focus on the women! I'll take these douchebags!" | BOBCAT WOMEN]]\n[["Black Bobcat: Focus on the men! I'll handle these bitches!" | BOBCAT MEN]]

"1!"\n\nYou twist your head away from Hammerson's hand... Twist it right out of your mask!\n\n"Ah!" you shout. You hold you head to the side, trying to cover your face with your hair. In your peripheral vision, you can see Hammerson tightly gripping your mask.\n\n"Let's see that pretty face of yours," Hammerson whispers, clutching you my the chin and forcing you to straighten your neck.\n\nHe laughs. "Erin Steele. Wow."\n\nYou close your eyes and let out a low moan.\n\nNo. It's over...\n\nSuddenly, the room turns black.\n\n"What?" Hammerson cries.\n\n"Someone cut the power!" Julia says.\n\n"Will someone find a flashlight!"\n\nYou hear the sounds of feet shuffling, of drawers being opened, of people running into each other. And then, a familiar voice whispers in your ear.\n\n"Erin, it's me," Margot says.\n\n"Margot," you whimper. "Oh Margot."\n\n"Are you okay? I'm getting you out of here..."\n\n"What's the point, Margot? They unmasked me."\n\nMargot is silent.\n\n"They know who I am."\n\nMargot clears her throat.\n\n"I was..."\n\nShe breaks out into sobs.\n\n"I was too late!" she cries out.\n\nThe light suddenly come back on. You see Margot, in her Black Bobcat costume, and in tears, standing next to you. Behind her, grinning, is Hammerson. And just behind him are Sunny, Julia, and a gaggle of thugs.\n\n"What's this?" Hammerson says. "A special guest?"\n\nHe snaps his fingers, and within seconds the thugs have taken hold of Margot. They grip her arms and walk her up to Hammerson, who puts his hand under her chin and smiles.\n\n"You're the Blue Lynx's partner, yes?"\n\n"Don't say anything, Black Bobcat!" you shout.\n\nSunny walks over and socks you in the stomach. Your body tenses up and you cough.\n\n"Quiet, Erin Steele," Sunny laughs. "Didn't your daddy ever teach you any manners?"\n\nHammerson continues talking to Margot. "Well, as you can see, we've unmasked your little friend. The Blue Lynx is no more. You might have ruined our broadcast, but we've ruined Erin Steele. Forever."\n\nYou can only she Margot's back, but her quivering body lets you know she's not taking this well.\n\n"Might as well do this, too," Hammerson says, ripping Margot's mask from her face.\n\n"No!" you cry.\n\nHammerson holds up the mask and waves it at you. "Don't worry, Erin. I've never seen this bitch before in my life. Unlike you."\n\nThe thugs, Sunny, Julia, and Hammerson laugh together.\n\nThey love this. They love to see you... Defeated.\n\nThere's no hope for you. Of this you are well aware. You've been captured. Unmasked. You've tried desperately to free yourself from these shackles, but cannot.\n\nRight now, the best you can do is save Margot. If Margot can get out of here unhurt... It will be your final great act as a superheroine.\n\nYou're shackled. Helpless. All you have is your voice.\n\nWhat do you say?\n\n[["Let her go, Hammerson. She's just a kid. You don't want her. You want me." | NOBLE SACRIFICE]]\n[["Margot! Smoke bomb and run!" | MARGOT FAILURE]]\n

It's best to keep these men at a distance, you decide. You can whittle down a few more before you go in for the close quarter action.\n\nYou pull a handful of Lynx Darts from your belt pocket and hurl them at your opponents.\n\nThe effect is immediate. You watch as three of the thugs wince, bend over, cry out. Tiny little razor-sharp jacks have found their way into their arms and legs. \n\nThe other three henchmen look on, puzzled.\n\nIt's time to make a move. You run at them. You punch, kick, knee, elbow, and headbutt your way through the crowd.\n\nYou watch them drop one-by-one.\n\nUntil there's just three left...\n\nAnd then two...\n\nAnd then...\n\nOne of the men you thought was down jumps up, grabs you, and wrestles you to the ground.\n\nHe's on top of you, the weight of his lower body on yours. Your hands are locked with his, and he's trying to pin you down.\n\nYou grit your teeth. You can feel the power of his arms, you can see the intensity of his gaze.\n\nYou think you can outmuscle him.\n\nOn the other hand, you could probably sneak your knee into his groin pretty easily, too. Let him rear up, and then go in for the low blow.\n\nWhat tactic do you choose?\n\n[[Fair and square. | FAIR AND SQUARE]]\n[[Down and dirty. | DOWN AND DIRTY]]\n\n

The pounding in your head wakes you up.\n\n"Ugh," you say, your eyes beginning to flutter open. "Where am..."\n\nThe first thing you see is a rear-view mirror: you in the reflection. Your face looks back at you. A face without a mask.\n\n"Ah!" you shout, instinctively.\n\nJulia turns around from her seat and stares at you. "Erin! You're awake," she says. "Good. We're just about to arrive."\n\nThey've unmasked you! They know who you are!\n\nThe realization makes you struggle, automatically. You realize that your hands are cuffed behind you. That you've been belted in to the backseat of the car. That you're speeding through downtown.\n\n"Pull over here," Julia says to the thug driving the car, pointing at a large, imposing building.\n\nYou look out the window and see a familiar sign:\n\nCOUNTY JAIL.\n\n"Wait... you're arresting me?" you ask, incredulously.\n\nJulia turns back around to face you. She smiles and nods.\n\nYou pull at your cuffs and bare your teeth. "What are the charges?"\n\n"Too numerous to mention, Erin. I don't think you're daddy's gonna be able to bail you out of this one..."\n\nYour father. Ugh. Why did she have to mention him?\n\nThis is going to ruin his career.\n\nAnd yours.\n\nThe thug puts the car in park, and he and Julia get out. He walks up to the side door and opens it. He unbuckles your seat belt and pulls you up from your seat by the waist. Your boots touch the sidewalk, and you immediately try to sprint away. But you're only inches out when the thug pulls you back in and holds you tightly to his chest.\n\n"Alright, let's go in," Julia says, and the three of you march through the doors of the jail. You try to fight back-- kicking at the thug's ankles, hoping to pull free of his grasp-- but every effort comes with an instant counter, and you find yourself slowly but surely compelled forward.\n\n"Julia, don't do this," you say, the thug dragging you to the front desk. "You know I'm on you're side."\n\nJulia shakes her head. "No, Erin. You're on the side of the lawless. You earned this fate."\n\nYou stare at her with wide, watery eyes. "But... Julia... You..."\n\nThe thug passes you to some police officers who march you down a hall. You turn around and cry out, and catch a glimpse of Julia's grinning face one last time.\n\nThe cops bring you to a quiet room and take off your gloves and boots. They unclasp your belt and play with its pockets, seeming to delight in the contents.\n\n"Pretty sophisticated tech, Blue Lynx," one of them says. "We can't allow this behind bars."\n\n"Behind bars?" you whisper.\n\nThey nod at you, and then they fingerprint you, take headshots of you, and push you into a cell. You immediately come back to the bars and shake them.\n\n"No!" you cry. "I'm not a criminal! I'm not a bad guy! I'm a superheroine!"\n\nYou hear a voice behind you. "Yeah, that's what we all say, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou turn around. You see four or five women. Big girls, with big hair and tattoos. Snarling at you.\n\nYou recognize them. They're the Candy Canes, a gang you sparred with just a couple of nights ago.\n\n"Ladies," you say, holding your hands to the side. "I'm not in the mood, tonight."\n\nThe biggest one steps toward you. "Well, we weren't in the mood the other night, when you beat us up and sent up here."\n\nAnother voice speaks up. "She looks so weak and helpless without her mask. I just want to cave in her skull."\n\n"Yeah," another voice laughs. "Should be easy, now that she doesn't have her precious little belt."\n\nYou gulp.\n\nYou've been unmasked. Jailed. And now you're about to have a prison brawl with the very gang you put behind bars a few nights ago.\n\nUnless you can talk your way out.\n\n"Listen to me, ladies," you begin...\n\nAnd then they're on top of you, pummeling you.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again?|Start]]\n

"We're going right," you say, pointing in that direction.\n\nMargot nods, and you take off.\n\nYou step around the first corner, and slam into something huge. A pillar? A wall? No...\n\n"Blue Lynx? What the fuck?"\n\nA henchman.\n\nHe grabs you by the shoulders and forces you against the wall. You hold him by the wrists, desperately trying to pull him loose, but he's much bigger and stronger than you.\n\n"Bad kitty," he laughs, moving his hands around your throat. "Very bad."\n\nYou look to your left. Margot is standing there in perfect silence. She's got to do something! But can't she... Beat... This...\n\nThe thug lifts your boots off the ground and pushes you up the wall, by the throat...\n\nThe life is... Being... Choked out of you...\n\n"Margot..." you whisper...\n\n[["DO SOMETHING! | HOSTAGE MARGOT DOES SOMETHING]]\n[[Stay silent, and hope she goes in for a sneak attack. | HOSTAGE MARGOT DOES NOTHING]]

You don't know what it is about the black vial.\n\nNone of its connotations are positive. It reminds you of death. Of disease. Of the thickest, stickiest oil.\n\nAnd yet, you can't help yourself.\n\n"Black," you announce.\n\nSunny almost cheers when she hears your choice.\n\n"Oh wow!" she says. "I did not think you would pick that one!"\n\nYou step around, hesistantly.\n\nSunny opens the concrete door and snaps her fingers. "Hey you! I need you here real quick!"\n\nA henchman walks in. Sunny points at you.\n\n"Hold her in place. I've got to give her the black potion."\n\nThe henchmen blinks. "Really? She picked black?"\n\nSunny laughs. "I know, right? Who would've thought?"\n\nWhat are they so damn excited about?\n\nThe henchman walks over to you. You run at him, trying to attack him with a knee. He's knows it's coming, though, and he easily grabs your legs and holds you in place. You try swinging at the thug's head with your cuffed hands, but he's too low.\n\nYou look up, and Sunny has you by the chin. "Alright, now open up," she says.\n\nShe lifts your chin and pours the vial down your throat. You spit and cough as it flows. Some dribbles down your lips and onto your neck. Sunny drains the vial and closes your lips, forcing you to swallow. You do.\n\nSunny tosses the vial to the floor and steps back, looking at you cough.\n\n"How was it?"\n\nYou lick you lips. The potion was flavorless, smooth. It wasn't bad at all. Your body seems to feel the way it did before.\n\n"What was in that thing?" you mutter.\n\n"Oh," Sunny says. "It's just a simple little truth serum we've been working on."\n\n"Truth serum?" you say, your eyes widening.\n\n"Yeah," Sunny says. "It should kick in right about now."\n\nYour body feels no change.\n\nBut you know you're in trouble.\n\n"If the black potion works," Sunny says. "Then we'll learn very quickly who the Blue Lynx is." She laughs. "Straight from the source!"\n\nYou shudder. You hope to God this drug is just a work in progress...\n\n"So let's start with an easy question. Blue Lynx. What's the name of that girl to your left? The one in the pretty white panties?"\n\nYou swallow.\n\n[[And answer. | TRUTH SERUM ONE]]\n\n

You look at Margot. "Okay, I'm going in."\n\n"Good luck," she says. "I'll be tracking you."\n\nYou nod, get out of the car, shut the door, and creep around to the back of the building.\n\nYou find yourself at the start of a vast, empty field. You see squares of light cast on its plain surface, light coming from the windows of the abandoned building.\n\nYou press yourself against the building wall. A Lynx is most effective when she's stealthy. And the Blue Lynx is no different.\n\nYou slink along toward a cement patio. You are approaching a pane-glass door; you can see shadows from inside objects. You wonder what this building was, and what happened to it. It seems like the majority of your superheroine work happens in places like these: forgotten parts of society. The dark corners where the mosses grow.\n\nYour boot touches the patio, and you turn your head to look inside the pane-glass door. You see a chair behind a long desk, and a backdrop behind the chair. To the left of the desk is a large wooden wheel with numbers on it; it looks like something out of a scary carnival. There's a potted plant and a few other props, too.\n\nIt looks almost like a film set. An old-school television camera facing everything confirms this notion.\n\n"Is this Hammerson's doing?" you wonder. "Is he making a ransom video? Or is it just leftover stuff from the previous owners?"\n\nThere don't appear to be any guards around. You decide to go inside and investigate. But as you move your hand to the door, you notice a small, 10-digit keypad.\n\nYou pull at the handle. It doesn't budge. The door is locked tight.\n\nYou sigh.\n\nIf you want in, you're going to have to do something about this keypad.\n\n[[Type "1,2,3,4" | KEYPAD 1234]]\n[[Type "5,5,5,5" | KEYPAD 5555]]\n[[Type "6,9,6,9" | KEYPAD 6969]]\n[[Try to tamper with the keypad | KEYPAD TAMPER]]\n[[Break the pane-glass door | KEYPAD BREAK IN]]

"I... I had a friend," you stutter. "Who died. Of a drug overdose."\n\nHammerson looks at you and raises his eyebrows.\n\n"Where are you going with this?"... He seems to say.\n\n"I... Uh... He... Hammerson... Hammerson killed him," you say.\n\nYou don't mean it. You can't. It's a lie. You don't know anyone who's died of a drug overdose.\n\nHammerson recognizes this as he steps back into the camera. "She's lying. That's what the Blue Lynx does. She's a liar."\n\nShoot. What were you thinking?\n\n"Jesus," you say. "Will someone, anyone, just please HELP ME?"\n\n[[You stare into the camera. | NEGATIVE HELP]]

"Alright, I'll go get the car going," Margot says. "But please don't take long, Erin."\n\nYou nod. "I won't."\n\nMargot leaves through the front door and you turn around to look at the foyer.\n\nYou place your hands on your hips. What were you looking for, again?\n\nMaybe you could head back to that cell and help Julia?\n\nOr maybe you could find some more henchmen and beat them up?\n\nOr maybe...\n\n"Hands up, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou know that voice. A deep, male voice.\n\nYou turn around and you see a face you recognize. A plain, shaved face topped with slicked-back hair.\n\nHammerson.\n\nHe's walking through the door.\n\nWith Margot.\n\nWith a gun to Margot's head.\n\nShit.\n\n"I said hands up," Hammerson intones.\n\nAs Margot was walking out, he was coming in. Great. And now your greatest enemy has another hostage. And the hostage happens to be your partner and best friend.\n\nDammit.\n\nHow many times do you have to be in this situation?\n\nYou figure there are four things you can say, at this point.\n\n[["Fine. I surrender." (And mean it.) | HAMMERSON SURRENDER]]\n[["Fine. I surrender." (And not mean it.) | HAMMERSON FAKE SURRENDER]]\n[["No, I'm not doing it." | HAMMERSON REFUSAL]]\n[[Say nothing. Take a flying leap at Hammerson! | HOSTAGE HAMMERSON LEAP]]

You've lost your taste for fighting, for tricks, for anything but getting out of here.\n\nYou wind your way through the dimly lit hallways of the building, Margot helping you along the way. She knows this place much better than you, at this point.\n\n"This is it," she says, peering into a large space. "This is the front room."\n\nYou look inside, and it does look somewhat familiar. But minus the gaggle of thugs you encountered before, it's definitely got a different feeling.\n\n"This is kind of creepy," you say. "I'm not sure if we should go this way."\n\n"Come on, Erin," Margot says. "I can practically see my car from here. Let's just run, crash through the front door, and get out."\n\nIt does sound easy, Margot's way. If you ran, it would probably take you all of a minute to leave the building and hop into Margot's car.\n\nBut still, something doesn't seem right. It feels like a trap, somehow.\n\nYou're the superheroine here. You've got to decide.\n\n[["Alright, Margot. Let's make a run for it." | RUN INTO TRAP]]\n[["No. We'll find another way." | ALTERNATE ROUTE]]

"We've got to save Julia," you insist, marching away from Margot's car.\n\nMargot groans. "But, Erin..."\n\n"Just keep track of me, okay?" you say, not bothering to turn around.\n\nYou creep around to the back of the building, ready for the adventure to actually start...\n\nAnd you find yourself at the top of a vast, empty field. You see squares of light cast on its plain surface, light coming from the windows of the abandoned building.\n\nYou press yourself against the building wall. A Lynx is most effective when she's stealthy. And the Blue Lynx is no different.\n\nYou slink along toward a cement patio. You are approaching a pane-glass door; you can see shadows from inside objects. You wonder what this building was, and what happened to it. It seems like the majority of your superheroine work happens in places like these: forgotten parts of society. The dark corners where the mosses grow.\n\nYour boot touches the patio, and you turn your head to look inside the pane-glass door. You see a chair behind a long desk, and a backdrop behind the chair. To the left of the desk is a large wooden wheel with numbers on it; it looks like something out of a scary carnival. There's a potted plant and a few other props, too.\n\nIt looks almost like a film set. An old-school television camera facing everything confirms this notion.\n\n"Is this Hammerson's doing?" you wonder. "Is he making a ransom video? Or is it just leftover stuff from the previous owners?"\n\nThere don't appear to be any guards around. You decide to go inside and investigate. But as you move your hand to the door, you notice a small, 10-digit keypad.\n\nYou pull at the handle. It doesn't budge. The door is locked tight.\n\nYou sigh.\n\nIf you want in, you're going to have to do something about this keypad.\n\n[[Type "1,2,3,4" | KEYPAD 1234]]\n[[Type "5,5,5,5" | KEYPAD 5555]]\n[[Type "6,9,6,9" | KEYPAD 6969]]\n[[Try to tamper with the keypad | KEYPAD TAMPER]]\n[[Break the pane-glass door | KEYPAD BREAK IN]]

"Why bother?" you say, and you wind up a roundhouse kick and break your boot through the pane glass door.\n\nYour senses are instantly overloaded.\n\nAn alarm screeches in your ear.\n\nBright lights blind you.\n\nAnd the patio sends waves of electricity through your body.\n\nThe floor is electrified!\n\nYou begin to cry out, but the pain is quickly too severe for that.\n\nInstead, you just stand on your toes and let the shocks course through you. Your body spasms. You stand erect, unable to move from the patio, held captive by the electricity...\n\nAnd then it stops...\n\nAnd your smoking body falls to the ground...\n\n[[Unconscious... |WHEEL DEATHTRAP BEGINNING]]

You spin around and kick!\n\nAnd your foot connects with Julia's face!\n\nShe's sent backward to the floor in a heap.\n\nYou stand and look at her. She's breathing, but barely moving. Probably unconscious.\n\nYou turn back around to face Margot. She appears to be unconscious, too.\n\n"Amateurs," you mutter.\n\nThe concrete door creaks open, and into the dungeon march Sunny and a thug.\n\n"Well, I guess you passed the test!" Sunny exclaims, looking at Julia and Margot's unconscious figures.\n\n"Yep," you say. "And now it's time for some extra credit."\n\nYou charge your two new foes, high on adrenaline. Compared to the superpowered Julia and Margot, they're a cinch. In just minutes, you have them knocked out.\n\n"Great," you say, catching your breath, looking down at the four people you've defeated.\n\nIt feels good to finally kick some ass tonight.\n\nYou move to wake up Margot, hoping that her spell of unconsciousness has worn down the potion in her system.\n\n"Margot," you say, patting her on the cheek. "Come on."\n\nMargot's eyes flutter open. "Blue Lynx?"\n\nYou smile at her. "So you don't hate me anymore?"\n\nMargot shakes her head. "No, of course not," she says, pushing herself into a sitting position. "What are you talking about?"\n\nYou laugh. "It's a long story."\n\nTogether, you wake up Julia.\n\n"Where are my clothes?" she cries, covering her nearly naked breasts.\n\n"We're going to go get them," you say. "Right now."\n\nAnd you and Margot and Julia march out of the dungeon.\n\n[[To find... | BASEMENT LANDING]]

"Do it," you coo. "Take it off."\n\n"Okay," Julia breathes.\n\nShe descends to the floor, holding your thighs, and then slowly comes up.\n\nShe passes her fingers along the contours of your costume, riding every curve, pushing them up and over your breasts, climbing the long line of your neck, and finally reaches your face, where she pushes her thumbs against your cheek and up, hooking the bottom of your mask, dragging it along your skin until it is pulled off the crest of your head.\n\n"Oh," she says, getting a long look at your face. "It's you."\n\nYou nod seductively. "Yeah."\n\nAnd then, she's on you again.\n\nYour world is nothing but pleasure for next half hour, except for one thing. A keening cry, seemingly in distance.\n\nMargot.\n\n"NOOOOOO!" she moans.\n\nOh well.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"Easy, Hammerson," you say, stepping back through the door.\n\nHammerson smiles. "Just keep your hands up, just like that," he says, following you with his gun.\n\nYou give a slight, barely perceptible nod to Margot, who ducks to the side of the door. Julia sees what is happening and quickly jumps to the other side.\n\n"I'm surrendering," you say, continuing to move backward.\n\nHammerson crosses the threshold. "You thought you could escape," he says.\n\nAnd then, Margot and Julia are on him, taking him to the ground, prying his gun from his fingers, holding his struggling body down, kneeing him and punching him.\n\n"Augh!" he yells. "You fucking bitches!"\n\nYou put your hands on your knees and stare down Hammerson.\n\nYou click your tongue at him. "We're leaving now. And we're taking Julia Wright with us."\n\nHammerson grimaces. "Damn you, Blue Lynx!"\n\n"That's enough," you say, bending down. You soon have Hammerson's head in a chokehold, and after a few seconds of pressure, he falls unconscious. Julia and Margot get back to their feet, dusting themselves off.\n\n"Good plan, superheroine," Julia says.\n\n"Thanks," you say, pushing your hair out of your face.\n\nThe three of you leave the building and walk toward Margot's car. It seemed so unlikely that you'd be in this place just fifteen minutes ago. And yet here you are.\n\n"You need a ride?" Margot says, to Julia. You stop moving.\n\n"Yeah, sure," she says.\n\nYou look at Margot. "Black Bobcat, do you really think that's a good idea?"\n\nMargot shrugs. "Well, she helped us escape, didn't she?"\n\nMargot is right. But you're still not a fan of Julia. You know that she'd still end your superheroine career in a second, if the opportunity came.\n\nYou look at Julia, and then back at Margot.\n\n[["Okay, sure. Let's give her a ride." | HOSTAGE RIDE]]\n[["Fuck this bitch. She can walk home." | HOSTAGE LEAVE JULIA]]\n\n

You say nothing. You stare at Margot and Julia and cut across your throat with your index finger.\n\n"Just be quiet," you whisper.\n\n"Blue Lynx? Sunny? Anyone?" Hammerson responds.\n\nYou hear a clopping. Someone's coming down the stairs.\n\nThe first thing you see cross the threshold is a pistol. Next comes the arm of a suit jacket. And then Hammerson himself.\n\nYou chop through Hammerson's wrist, and the gun goes flying in the air.\n\n"Argh!" he yells.\n\nYou grab him by the edges of his suit jacket and hurl him against the opposite wall.\n\n"Dammit," he grumbles, trying to push himself up. "You WERE down here. You sneaky bitch."\n\nYou speedily run up, knee Hammerson in the stomach, grab him by the hair, and fling his head back into the wall.\n\nThe impact drops him from his feet to his rear. He holds his head as he looks up at you with a pained squint.\n\n"You think... You've won?" he moans.\n\nYou kick him in the head, and he slumps over.\n\n"Yeah, I do," you say.\n\nYou step back from Hammerson, clapping your hands together. After some time, more thugs come down. You dispose of them one-at-a-time, until a pile of bodies lays in the center of the small room.\n\n"You think we're good to go, now?" Margot asks with a smile.\n\n"Yeah, I do," you repeat.\n\nAnd you and Julia and Margot go up the stairs and eventually out of the building, having successfully accomplished your mission.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"I don't think so, Julia," you say with a grin. "You've got those grabby hands."\n\n"Grabby?" Julia asks.\n\nYou point to your mask. "I know what you want."\n\n"No, no!" Julia insists. "That's not it at all! I'm just in pain!"\n\n"Come on, let's go," you say.\n\nYou step out into the parking lot and see Margot's car in the distance.\n\nAnd it hits you: you can't just show her Margot.\n\nSo you hit Julia. Hard.\n\nAnd she passes out.\n\nYou carry her over to Margot's car and place her in the backseat.\n\n"She's just having a nap," you say, climbing into the passenger's side.\n\nMargot laughs. "Wow. That didn't take long."\n\n"I made the right choices, that's all," you say with a grin.\n\nAnd you drive away into the night, a successful, happy superheroine.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

"Let's go!" you shout, dashing into the room, your eyes on the door.\n\nBut just seconds after you take off, you stop.\n\nBecause there are others walking in, too.\n\nYou turn in a circle. Out of each entrance in the room, a thug appears; out of a few, two at a time.\n\nBehind the thugs, come other thugs. Behind those thugs comes Sunny and Hammerson, clapping their hands together.\n\nYou keep turning, taking it all in. Your eyes momentarily lock on Margot. She's terrified.\n\n"Blue Lynx... What do we do?" she whispers.\n\nYou look around. There must be fifteen, twenty men here. Plus Sunny. Plus Brent Hammerson.\n\nIt was a trap.\n\nAnd now, you don't know what to do.\n\n"We found you!" Sunny announces, whimsically.\n\nThe henchmen laugh and grunt in approval.\n\nYou put up your fists, still rotating, still trying to get an exact count. You can't recall ever being surrounded so thoroughly.\n\nA wave of fear washes over you.\n\n"I was nervous when we saw that you'd escaped," Hammerson says. "But I had a feeling you'd come back through here."\n\n"The way you first came in," Sunny adds.\n\nYou take a deep breath.\n\nDid you ever really have a chance to escape?\n\n"You bastards," you spit. "You're all going down."\n\nSunny snaps her fingers, and the thugs move in.\n\nYou reach into your belt, pull out a smoke bomb, and launch it at the ceiling. Plumes rain down from above, and you dart around the room, making quick work of the henchmen nearest to you.\n\nBut the sheer amount of men you have to fight, and the dwindling amount of space you have to fight them in, rapidly becomes apparent. A stray hand catches you in the face. You stumble to the side, and are punched in the stomach. You try to spin away, and a fist knocks you over.\n\nA flurry of boots kick at your body. They stomp on your thighs, crush your fingers, roll you over and attack your belly. You feel your costume fray, can hear it tear in places. And all you can do is wince, moan, react.\n\nAs the smoke starts to clear, Sunny snaps her fingers again. The thugs stop kicking.\n\nBut you can't move. There's too much pain.\n\nYou look up. Two men have snagged Margot and are holding her tight.\n\n"Blue Lynx!" she cries out. "NO!"\n\nYou're dragged to your feet and walked over to Hammerson, you looks at you with an evil gleam in his eye.\n\n"I guess there's only one thing left to do," he says.\n\nYou know what he's talking about.\n\nAnd after he does the deed, you understand that there's nothing left.\n\nFor you as the Blue Lynx, or as Erin Steele.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

You take off.\n\nYou're in the air.\n\nYou hear a sound. Two loud bangs.\n\nYou feel a pounding in your chest.\n\nYour body kicks back with the impact.\n\nAnd you hit the ground.\n\nPain grips you.\n\nIt's so much that you can't move, can't speak.\n\nHe shot you.\n\nYour eyes blink rapidly. Your breathing accelerates. Your chest heaves up and down. And blood streams out of the hole of your spandex outfit.\n\nHammerson steps over to you, giving you a bewildered look.\n\n"Fuck," he says. "Fuck."\n\nYou're dying. You know it. And he knows it.\n\n"You... Bastard," you cough.\n\n"I didn't mean to," he says. "But... Oh well."\n\nHe bends to the ground and scoops your body under his arms. He's cradling you. Blood is seeping over your outfit and onto his suit.\n\n"I want you to really be present for your last seconds on earth," Hammerson says.\n\nAnd you have no energy to protest as he slowly, delicately removes your mask.\n\n"Erin Steele," he says. "Oh shit."\n\nYour life flashes in front of your eyes. Your first night as the Blue Lynx. Your first big triumph. Your first encounter with Hammerson.\n\nAll of it was leading to this.\n\nYou close your eyes and fade away...\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

"You win, Hammerson," you say, raising your arms in the air. "Just don't hurt her."\n\nHammerson laughs. He hasn't moved the gun from Margot's head.\n\n"I won't, Blue Lynx," he grins. "As long as you do exactly what I say."\n\nYou have no intention of doing that.\n\nBut you know what he's going to demand. And, sure as shit, he does.\n\n"Take off your mask."\n\nYou sigh.\n\n"Okay, Hammerson. I'll do it. But you have to promise not to hurt her."\n\nHammerson nods. "I swear. Now. Off it goes..."\n\nYou place your hands on either side of your face. This is going to be tricky...\n\nYou look at the ground, letting your hair hang down your cheeks, hoping that it obscures your face just enough. And then, you slowly pull off your mask, bringing it down your body and toward your belt.\n\nHammerson has already starting laughing. "Chin up, Blue Lynx! I can't see you yet!"\n\nHe's looking at your face. Perfect.\n\nWith your mask hand, you secretly pull a smoke bomb out of a belt pocket and, just as you go to lift your face, you hurl the pellet at Hammerson. It explodes.\n\n"AHH!" Hammerson yells.\n\nYou re-affix your mask and charge into the plumes. You find Margot, gently push her aside, and jump at Hammerson. You meet his chest with a flying kick that sends them through the air and to the floor. The gun leaps out of his hand and skitters along the ground.\n\n"Fuck!" he yells, crawling for the weapon. You meet him in the middle and step on his wrist. He screams.\n\n"Dammit, no!" he cries. "You tricked me!"\n\nYou smirk. "Yep."\n\n"I thought I had you... But..."\n\n"You didn't," you say, lifting Hammerson to his feet, and turning him around into a chokehold. It takes just ten seconds for you to knock him out. He falls to the floor.\n\nThe smoke clears. Margot is still on the ground, trying to get her bearings. You walk toward her and offer a hand. She accepts it and climbs to her feet.\n\n"That was so scary," she says.\n\n"I know."\n\n"What... What do we do now?"\n\n"We call the cops. They'll take care of the rest."\n\nMargot looks at you with complete admiration. "Erin... You really did accomplish something tonight."\n\nYou blush. "Yeah. It took a while. And I made some mistakes. But all in all, it was a pretty good evening."\n\nYou laugh with your friend and leave the building.\n\nNot a bad evening at all.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"Throw a smoke bomb!" you scream. "Get out of here, Margot!"\n\nMargot rips her arm from the henchman's grip and plunges her fingers into her pocket. But just as she pulls a smoke bomb from her belt, a punch to the face sends her to the ground.\n\n"No!" you yell.\n\nHammerson steps toward Margot, grinning. "There's no escape, 'Margot,' for you or Erin Steele. Just give up."\n\nMargot is laying on her stomach. You watch her hands work underneath her body. What is she doing?\n\nYou find out once Hammerson bends down to meet her. Margot turns around and flings a handful of Lynx Darts at him. They stick to his hands, his arms, his body... And they make him scream.\n\n"AUGHHH!" Hammerson yells, rolling back onto his rear. "FUCKKKKKK!!!"\n\nMargot scrambles to her feet. You can believe she just took out Hammerson! You're so proud.\n\nBut there's no way she could defeat the rest of the gang. Not on her own.\n\n"Just run, Margot!" you yell. "Get out of here!"\n\nShe takes off. But she's not five steps away from Hammerson before a henchman clotheslines her. Her arm catches her throat and flips her back to the floor.\n\nShe cries out in the pain and holds her back.\n\n"No! Margot! Get up!"\n\nHammerson slowly picks himself up, plucking the Darts from his skin, wincing at each one.\n\n"That's it," he says. "This bitch is going to pay for... These... Things." He pulls another Dart from his arm. "Tie her to the desk."\n\nThe thugs pick Margot up by the arms and legs and drop her on top of Julia's desk. They quickly tie her by the wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.\n\nYou look at your friend laying there, spreadeagled, as helpless as you are.\n\nAnd you know that what's coming next won't be good.\n\n"Everyone out, right now," Hammerson demands.\n\n"What are you going to do?" Julia asks.\n\n"That's none of your business. Everyone, leave."\n\nJulia sighs. And then she and Sunny and the henchmen walk out of the room through the back door, leaving you and Margot alone with Hammerson.\n\n"I want you to watch this, Blue Lynx," Hammerson says, pulling off his shoes. "I want you to watch and to remember that it was YOUR bright idea to have your friend attack me."\n\nYou wish you could respond, but you have nothing to say. Terror and anxiety are the only things on your mind.\n\nSo you just quietly observe as Hammerson takes off his shirt, his socks, his pants.\n\nHe wanders over to the desk in just his boxers. You can see Margot squirm in her bonds. And hear her whimper.\n\nAnd you watch as your arch nemesis gets on top of the table, on top of your best friend, and stretches her spandex, and caresses her breasts, and slowly slides his boxers off, and rams himself into her, and fucks your sidekick silly.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

"Two of us, three of them," you say to Margot. "I like those odds."\n\n"Oh... Okay," Margot says. "I figured you'd want to take them out stealthily, or..."\n\nYou wave her off. "We can do this."\n\nThe henchmen are still wandering around aimlessly. You peer into the foyer and then look at Margot.\n\n"Okay," you whisper. "One... Two... Three!"\n\nYou charge into the room, Margot fast on your heels. The henchmen look up. You're instantly on top of the first one, your arms wrapped around his neck. You swing him to the floor, jump up, and move to the second. You punch him in the gut; he doubles over, and you knee him in chin. You feel adrenaline surging in you as you speedily defeat all the thugs...\n\n"Blue Lynx! Help!"\n\nYou turn around. The third henchman has put Margot in a headlock.\n\n"Don't move, superheroine!" the henchman growls. "Or I break your friend's neck!"\n\nYou glare at him and put your fists in the air. Seeing your movement, the henchman applies more pressure to Margot's head. She lets out a high-pitched shriek that forces your hands back to your sides.\n\n"Okay, I surrender," you sigh.\n\nYou stand still and wait to see what the henchmen will do next. You hear the sounds of the first two henchmen, the ones you were throttling just a minute ago, getting back to their feet. Coarse hands suddenly grab you by the torso and pull you in close to a warm body. You feel hot breath against your face.\n\n"Now you're gonna pay, Blue Lynx."\n\nA henchman is now in front on you, staring at you, gazing with admiration at your face and body.\n\n"There's two things I've always wanted to do to the Blue Lynx," he laughs. You bare your teeth at him.\n\n"I'm assuming getting beat up wasn't one of them," you spit.\n\nThe henchman shakes his head. "Nope."\n\nHe reaches behind you with one of his hands. "The first thing," he says, letting his fingers hover momentarily over your rear. "Is grab that sweet, sweet ass."\n\nHis hand falls on your buttocks and squeezes, hard. You let out a small yip. He's stroking you now, dragging his fingers along your upper thigh, poking at your crack. You can feel your face burning with shame.\n\n"And the second thing," he says, keeping one hand on your butt, and moving the other to your face. "Is see who you really are."\n\nYou shake your head and look at him with a wild expression. "No! You don't want to do that!"\n\n"Yes I do," he says, kneading your buttocks. "I've wanted to do it since I first laid eyes on you. It's why I signed up for this job." He kneads harder, harder. "I've wanted to be the one who unmasks the Blue Lynx. Who sees her pretty face in the raw for the first time." He's really squeezing you now.\n\n"No," you plead. "You can't!"\n\n"I can," he says, pushing the mask down your face, so that it rides off of your nose and falls into your mouth, gagging you.\n\n"Wait," the third henchman says, still holding Margot tightly. "Is that the mayor's daughter!"\n\n"NO!" Margot cries.\n\nThey know.\n\nThere's only one thing to say now.\n\n"MMMMMPH!!"\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

You have to deal with this clingy asshole first.\n\nYou bend down and punch at the henchman's head, again and again.\n\n"Oww!" he cries. "Oww! Oww!"\n\nAfter after five blows to the noggin, the thug loosens his grip. You step out of his arms and kick him in the head. He lets out a sigh.\n\nFour down.\n\nThe six remaining men are spreading out, trying to trap you in a circle. Once they've got a ring around you, it'll be hard to fend them off.\n\nYou hop backward.\n\nYou tap the pockets of your belt. You've got plenty of weapons that might help you here. Your taser usually does a lot of damage fast, but it requires you to get pretty close to your foes. On the other hand, your Lynx Darts could be used from a distance, but they're going to be less accurate, and probably not take out anyone immediately.\n\nWhat do you choose to use?\n\n[[Taser. | SIX THUG TASER]]\n[[Lynx Darts. | SIX THUG DARTS]]

With all of your might, you slam your fist into Julia's face. She falls like a sack of potatoes and is out like a light.\n\nYou shake your fingers out, looking at her unconscious figure.\n\n"Fucking bitch," you say.\n\nYou no longer care that she's a "hostage." Your only priority now is getting you and Margot out alive. Let the cops deal with Julia Wright. You have a roommate to save.\n\nYou bend down to Margot and shake her by the shoulders. "Margot. Margot. Margot!" you say. She slowly re-gains consciousness.\n\n"Ugh... Where am I?" she whispers.\n\n"You got captured," you say, tearing at the ropes on her wrists and ankles with a Lynx Dart.\n\nMargot shakes her head. "Shit, I guess I did."\n\nIt takes a few minutes but you're able to set Margot free. You help her to her feet and she brushes herself off. She sees Julia's unconscious figure and gasps.\n\n"Erin! Is she..."\n\n"Asleep," you say. "She was pretty tired."\n\n"So we're just going to leave her there?"\n\nYou nod. "Yeah. Is that a problem?"\n\nMargot blinks at you. "Umm. I guess not."\n\nNow what to do? You know there are still six henchmen out there, and Sunny, and possibly Hammerson to come. That's a lot of people for two tired, dazed girls to handle.\n\nMaybe you should wait for Sunny to come back, ambush her, and then make your next move?\n\nMargot looks at you. She's waiting for you to make a move.\n\n[["Let's go," you say, opening the door to leave the room. | HOSTAGE LEAVE ROOM]]\n[["Let's hide by the door and get the drop on Sunny," you say. | HOSTAGE WAIT FOR SUNNY]]

"Heads," you growl.\n\nSunny smiles. "Heads it is..."\n\nShe places her hand on your cheek and slides a thumbnail up underneath your mask.\n\n"Or should I say, faces."\n\nWith a single, deft movmement, Sunny pushes your mask up past your eyes, letting it rest on your sweat-stained forehead.\n\nYou blink. Oh no. This is it!\n\n"Erin Steele?" Sunny says. "YOU'RE the Blue Lynx?"\n\nYou howl. "NO!" you cry out. "NO!"\n\nSunny laughs. The henchmen laugh. And you whimper. You feel your eyes well up with hot tears.\n\nYour body falls limp in the arms of the henchmen. You've lost your will to fight. You've lost everything. Your superheroine career is over.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

Julia takes a seat behind the desk. Sunny resumes her spot by the phone. Hammerson stands up in front of the camera.\n\n"Action!" he says.\n\nThe camera rolls.\n\n"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the technical difficulties. But while we were out, a new friend stopped by. The Blue Lynx's partner in crime: The Black Bobcat."\n\nHammerson steps aside and reveals Margot, spreadeagled and bound to a table, to the world.\n\n"The Black Bobcat was actually trying to ruin our fun tonight. A real party pooper, she is. I think it's time we taught her a lesson, don't you think, boys?"\n\nThe two thugs cheer from the sideline.\n\n"So let's pick up where we left off before, but make it better. Let's unmask the Blue Lynx AND her friend!"\n\nOnce again, the thugs cheer.\n\nHammerson snaps his fingers at Julia and she gets up from the desk.\n\n"Which one do you want?" he says, holding his hands out to you and Margot.\n\n"If you don't mind, I'll take the Lynx," she says. "It's been my goal for months now."\n\n"Okay by me," Hammerson, wandering over to Margot.\n\nJulia pushes her body against yours and strokes your hair.\n\n"So I guess this is it, huh?" she says.\n\nYou scowl. "Julia, you... Bitch."\n\nJulia laughs and places her hands on either side of your mask.\n\n"Sunny!" Hammerson yells. "Count it down!"\n\nEvery number echoes in your head.\n\n"10!"\n\nYou think about Julia. What a horrible reporter she is.\n\n"9!"\n\nDoes she really think she's doing her job? By unmasking you?\n\n"8!"\n\nYou think about Margot. She was so brave back there...\n\n"7!"\n\nBut it doesn't matter. You made the wrong choices.\n\n"6!"\n\nAnd now, you're about to be unmasked.\n\n"5!"\n\nOn live television.\n\n"4!"\n\nThere's no coming back from this.\n\n"3!"\n\nYou'll be lucky if you don't go to jail.\n\n"2!"\n\nBut more than anything else, it's just so humiliating...\n\n"1!"\n\nYou blush as Julia clamps down on your mask and jerks it off your face.\n\nYou zone out.\n\nYou see Julia toss the mask behind her; see another mask, a purple mask, Margot's mask, quickly join it. You know that Julia is talking, laughing with Hammerson, but you don't know what they're saying, don't want to know.\n\nYou cast a glance over to Margot. She's looking at you. Her face is also red. Her face is also unmasked. Her eyes are full of fear, humiliation, anger, sadness.\n\nJust like yours.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"Wait!" you say, looking at the floor near the door.\n\nThere's a black mat.\n\nYou walk over, lift the mat up, and see a small shining object.\n\nThere is is.\n\nYou swipe the key, insert it in the lock, and turn the door handle.\n\n"See?" you cry. "I told you we'd find something."\n\nYou look at Margot. She's rolling her eyes.\n\nWhatever.\n\nThe door opens and you walk out, looking into a large field.\n\n"This must be the back entrance," you say.\n\nMargot shakes her head. "Who cares? Let's just get out of here."\n\n"Alright," you sigh.\n\nYou walk around the building, dash toward the parking lot, and eventually get to Margot's car, safe and sound.\n\nYou have to admit, though: you're curious.\n\nLike, what was that studio room all about?\n\nAnd that big field? What goes on over there?\n\nAnd how come you didn't see Brent Hammerson once tonight?\n\nEven though you've technically "won," you sort of wish you had the chance to do this night over.\n\nIt's a shame that will never happen, though.\n\nRight?\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

"If you're thinking of picking up that phone, don't!" you cry out. "You don't know what you're doing. Hammerson is insane. And if you support him, you're probably insane too."\n\nHammerson watches you from a distance. He seems pleased with what you're saying.\n\nYou'll show him.\n\n"After all I've done for you people, you can't let him win! Seriously! Show some gratitude! Don't be stupid! You think he's donating any of that money to charity? He's going to pocket it. He's a drug lord, it's what he does!"\n\nHammerson starts clapping. He steps back into the frame.\n\n"You heard her, people. The Blue Lynx thinks you're all insane. She thinks you have no idea what you're doing. Time to show her, right?"\n\nYou blink. "Wait, no! That's not what I meant!" you cry.\n\nYou hear the phone ring, and you watch Sunny pick up the receiver. She chats for a bit, and then sets the phone down.\n\n"We've raised a thousand dollars!" she announces.\n\n"Alright, then!" Hammerson crows. "Let's take off her gloves!"\n\nHe snaps at two henchmen standing behind the camera. They walk up to either side of you and yank your gloves from the cuffs and off of your hands.\n\n"Hey!" you shout. "Stop!"\n\nHammerson grins at you. "The people don't want you to win, Blue Lynx. They hate you."\n\nYou glare at him. "We'll see about that."\n\nThe phone rings again. Once more, you watch Sunny pick up the receiver, have a brief conversation, and hang up.\n\n"That's five thousand, just like that!" she announces.\n\n"Wow!" Hammerson says, spinning around to face the camera. "Who knew how badly the city wanted to see the Blue Lynx taken down a peg!"\n\nYou grit your teeth. What are the people doing? Do they really want to see you fail that badly? What's wrong with everyone?\n\n"Alright, boys. Take off her boots."\n\nIt takes some effort, but the henchmen tug off your boots and throw them to the side. You're wearing plain white socks underneath.\n\n"And now... her socks."\n\nThe henchmen caress your feet as they peel your socks off. It's pretty sickening how much they're enjoying this. And how much the city is apparently enjoying it, too.\n\nGod.\n\nYou need to say something. And hope to God it goes better than last time...\n\n[[Talk about Hammerson's criminal acts. | NEGATIVE HAMMERSON SPEECH]]\n[[Talk about your crimefighting successes. | NEGATIVE CRIMEFIGHT RECOVERY]]

You let you strength flag just slightly, allowing the henchmen to get closer to you, and then you bring your knee up and into his crotch.\n\nThe thug howls out and rolls over, clutching his manhood.\n\nYou spring up to your feet.\n\nThe two standing henchmen are running toward you. You duck, throw your body into a pair of legs. The first thug is down. You get up, jump, throw an elbow into the second thug's cheek. He goes down, too.\n\nYou place your hands on your knees, panting, and look around. There are ten bodies on the ground. Ten massive, hulking thugs that you took down all by yourself.\n\n"That's some real superheroine shit, right there," you mutter. And you smile.\n\nYou go up to the keypad that you tried to tamper with so long ago and give it another shot. You type in four fives. You hear a cheery sound, and you open the door and walk into the building.\n\nYou sneak through the hallways with a quiet confidence. There's no one in sight. The henchmen have been dealt with, after all. You wonder if there's anyone left to fight. The thought of your night being done almost makes you sad.\n\nAs you round a corner, you hear two voices behind a partially opened door.\n\nYou crouch down and peer in through the crack. You see two women.\n\nThe first is a slender, muscular babe with bleached blonde hair dressed almost entirely in leather. You know her. She's Sunny, Hammerson's right hand woman.\n\nThe second is a frumpier, middle-aged woman with long dark curly hair. She's wearing a skirt, jacket, and heels. You've seen her, too. She's Julia Wright, the reporter you're supposed to save tonight.\n\nThe women are talking to each other cordially. You bend down closer to listen in.\n\n"The thugs probably have her by now," Sunny says. "It's been fifteen minutes."\n\nJulia laughs. "Yeah. There's no way that the 'mighty' Blue Lynx can hold off ten men."\n\nShe says "mighty" with an ironic twist.\n\nBitch.\n\nSo she's working with Sunny, now?\n\nHas this whole thing been a set-up? A trap?\n\nYou're not going to wait to find out.\n\n[[You burst through the door. | SUNNY JULIA CONFRONTATION]]

"Please..." you whisper. "You can't... Do this to me."\n\n"Do what, Blue Lynx? Show you what real power looks like?" Margot says, grabbing you by the chin.\n\n"You're both too strong," you continue. "I can't fight you. Not like this. Not with my hands cuffed."\n\nMargot looks up at Julia, and the two women burst out into laughter.\n\nYou hear Julia's voice behind your head. "So what are you proposing, superheroine? That we untie you?"\n\nYou nod your head weakly. "Yes," you whimper. "Make it fair."\n\nJulia laughs. "Well if you want us to uncuff you..."\n\nShe strikes you in the back of your knees, dropping you to the ground.\n\n"...You're going to have to beg better than that."\n\nWhat? They want you to... Grovel?\n\nYou sigh.\n\nYou chose this way. You have to see it through.\n\n"Please," you whine. "I'm begging you."\n\nMargot pats the top of your head. "Are you saying that you're too weak to beat us, Blue Lynx?"\n\nYou swallow, frown, and then nod. "You're too strong."\n\n"That's not what I asked. I know we're strong. What I want to know is... Are you too weak to beat us?"\n\nYou try to make your eyes well up with tears. "Yes!" you cough. "I'm too weak!"\n\n"But you think you'll have a chance if we uncuff you?" Julia asks.\n\n"Yes," you reply, quietly. "I'm begging you."\n\nJulia turns to Margot. "What do you think?"\n\nMargot grins. "You mean, should we do it?"\n\nJulia nods. "Well?"\n\nMargot turns to you.\n\nAnd she bends over and punches you across the head.\n\nAnd you slump to the ground.\n\n[[Unconscious. | NEW BLUE LYNX]]

"Insolent bitch!" Hammerson yells.\n\nAnd he brings his hand down on your ass, harder and harder, three times, five times, ten times.\n\n"Oh!" you shout, choking up. Tears have started to flow from your eyes. You can feel them wetten your cheeks, soaking through the fabric of your mask.\n\nHammerson sees your face and laughs. "Go ahead, Blue Lynx. Let it all out. There's no escape. Not until you beg me to unmask you."\n\nHe keeps hitting you, won't stop. He forces you to cry out each time, forces you to sob.\n\nYou can feel your mask getting heavy with the accumulated tears.\n\nCan feel it start to slip down your sweaty face!\n\n"No!" you cry. "No! No!"\n\nWHAP!\n\nHammerson strikes you in the butt, and your face flies up. The force of the attack and the wet slope of your face drops your mask, which slides down the bridge of your nose and down toward your mouth.\n\n"Ah! No!" you scream. "Nooo!"\n\nHammerson steps around to you and you drop your face to the table, holding your head tight between your arms.\n\nYou've lost it! Your mask is off!\n\n"What happened, Blue Lynx?" he says.\n\nAnd then he must see it-- your mask, tear-stained and free, laying next to your head.\n\n"Oh wow, I guess you've unmasked yourself!" he laughs.\n\nHe grabs a fistful of hair from the back of your head.\n\n"So let's see that pretty face, hmm?"\n\nYou're so tired. So weak. So humiliated.\n\nHammerson's tugging on your hair, trying to wrestle your face into view.\n\nYour body says to submit.\n\nYour heart says you must resist.\n\nWhich do you obey?\n\n[[Body. | SUBMIT FINAL]]\n[[Heart. | HEART FINAL]]

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"You can't make me beg," you snarl.\n\nThere's a pause.\n\nYou can hear Hammerson shoes scuffing the floor.\n\nYou breathe in.\n\nAnd out.\n\nWHAP!\n\nYou howl in pain.\n\n"I'll make you beg yet, superheroine," Hammerson growls.\n\nWHAP!\n\nAgain, you can't help yourself. You cry out. Every spank seems to double in intensity.\n\nBut you can't give in...\n\nWHAP!\n\n"AHHHHH!" you shout. You can feel the soreness radiate from your rear to your thighs and lower back. Your legs are weakening, shaking against the legs of the table.\n\n"This will all be over. If you just beg me to unmask you."\n\nYou turn your head around as far as it will go, trying to look Hammerson in the eye.\n\n"I'll never... Do it..." you whisper.\n\nYou see a flash of anger across Hammerson's face. He winds up his hand, and brings it down.\n\nWHAP!\n\n"AUGHHHHH!"\n\nAgain... And again...\n\nWHAP!\n\n"NEEYAAHHHHHHH!!!"\n\nWHAP!\n\n"AUGGGHHHHHH!!!!"\n\nYou slam your eyes shut. You can feel your eyelids become warm and wet. You're on the verge of tears.\n\nThe pain is just... Too much...\n\n"Ready to surrender to me?" Hammerson cackles.\n\nYou lower your head.\n\n"Hammerson..." you respond...\n\n[["I'm begging you... Just stop this. You've won." | HAMMERSON SPANK BEG]]\n[["Go to hell." | HAMMERSON SPANK WIN]]

"Let's go!" you shout, storming up the stairs, hoping Julia and Margot follow you.\n\nYou reach into your belt pocket, pull out a smoke bomb, and throw it as soon as you see the next level.\n\nBOOM!\n\nThe room erupts into smoke, confusion, and noise. You follow the coughs and quickly take down one, two, three, four henchmen. With your tools, it's almost too easy.\n\nWhen the smoke clears, you turn around. Margot and Julia are standing there, silent but clearly impressed. You're surrounded by big, unconscious bodies.\n\nThat was everyone, right?\n\n"Blue Lynx!" a familiar voice announces.\n\nYou turn around, and of course you see, in a black suit with slicked-back black hair, your arch-nemesis, Brent Hammerson.\n\nHe's clapping, mocking you.\n\n"You really think you're winning tonight, don't you?," he asks.\n\nYou nod and cross your arms. "It definitely seems like I am," you say. "I've escaped from your dungeon, rescued the hostages, and beaten your thugs."\n\n"Well then, I hate to spoil your happy ending, but..."\n\nHammerson pulls a pistol from his jacket pocket and aims it at you.\n\n"I'm going to need you to surrender now."\n\nYou stand still and raise your eyebrows.\n\nYou're NOT going to do that.\n\nBut how are you going to get to him? He's at least ten yards away. You can't imagine he's a great shot, but a charge is probably not a good idea.\n\nYou could reach into your belt pocket for another smoke bomb. But he'll probably notice your hands pretty easily. And then who knows what he'll do.\n\nMaybe it's best to run laterally, and then take him on? Move in a winding pattern, and then go in for the takedown?\n\nIt's your choice.\n\n[[Reach for a smoke bomb. | BOMB REACH]]\n[[Run to the side, and then go for him. | WINDING FAIL]]\n

Well, the black one is almost certainly death.\n\nAnd blue... That has to be a trap. Sunny would love to see the Blue Lynx pick the blue vial.\n\nThat leaves one option.\n\n"Red," you say. "I'll take red."\n\nSunny smirks on nods her head. "Okay," she says. "Okay..."\n\nShe lifts the red vial from the ground and looks through the liquid at you. "This one... This one is truly experimental."\n\nYou blink. What the hell does that mean?\n\n"And it requires a partner," Sunny continues. "So who will it be?"\n\nA partner?\n\nYou look to your left at Margot, shivering in her underwear, balled up against the wall. She doesn't exactly look ready for... Well, anything. But it makes sense to pick her. She is, after all, your partner. But if this red potion hurt her somehow, you'd never be able to forgive yourself.\n\nYou look to your right at Julia. She's standing up, also stripped and scared, but maybe a tiny bit more resolved than Margot. You have no special attachment to her: maybe she's a better choice? On the other hand, can you really justify putting a stranger through this ordeal?\n\n"Come on, Blue Lynx," Sunny says. "Pick a girl."\n\nYou sigh. And you pick...\n\n[[Margot. | RED MARGOT]]\n[[Julia. | RED JULIA]]\n

Half an hour later, you roll off of Margot.\n\nYou're both sweaty and naked, smelly and laughing.\n\nOh wow.\n\nThat was great.\n\nNever have you felt pleasure like that. An all-consuming ecstasy. Who knew Margot was capable of such... Feats?\n\nYou sigh.\n\n"Jesus, are you two finally done?"\n\nYou roll over and look up. It's that reporter. What was her name? Jill?\n\n"You gonna stop fucking and do some superheroine work, Blue Lynx? Or what?"\n\nYou blink. Superheroine?\n\nYou reach up to your face and feel your mask.\n\nOh. Right.\n\nOh shit.\n\nYou hear clapping behind you, and you spin around to see Sunny.\n\n"That was really impressive, Blue Lynx. Really worked for me, I have to say."\n\nYou frown. What?\n\nOh God. Has she been watching this whole time?\n\n"Sunny!" you yell. "Uhh..."\n\nWhat is there to say?\n\nSunny shakes her head at you. "I feel like I know you so much better, now. But there's one thing that's still a mystery."\n\nShe bends down to the ground and pushes her body against yours. You try to fight her back, but your muscles feel like spaghetti after that marathon session.\n\nShe grabs your bare tits and forces you to the floor, sitting on your waist.\n\n"I need to know who you really are," Sunny says.\n\nYou look over at Margot. She's... Asleep? \n\nWhat?\n\n"Dammit! Margot! Help me!" you yell, trying to wrench Sunny's hands away from your face.\n\nNo help comes, and it isn't long before Sunny has a secure hold on your head. She places the fingers of her right hand under your mask.\n\n"What's the use in fighting, Blue Lynx?" she laughs.\n\nYou stare at her.\n\nWhat is the use?\n\nAt this point, you've been made into... A sex toy.\n\nFor a brainwashed Margot and Sunny's entertainment.\n\nYour secret identity means nothing to you now.\n\nYou stop fighting. You let Sunny remove your mask.\n\nAnd then, after Sunny's requisite gloating over your secret being revealed, you let the thugs chain you back up in the dungeon.\n\n"Erin Steele," Julia snaps, once the henchmen leave.\n\nYou can't stand this.\n\nYou close your eyes.\n\nAnd think about Margot's body.\n\nMmmm...\n\nHopefully there's more of that, soon.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

"No!" you cry, pushing away Julia's hands from your face.\n\nShe steps back from you with a cheeky smile.\n\n"Oh come on, babe," she croons. "Just one peek will do..."\n\nShe leans back into you, and you shove her away.\n\n"Nope, not my mask. Sorry," you insist.\n\nJulia shows you a hurt expression.\n\n"Really?" she asks.\n\nYou nod.\n\nShe slumps to the floor and starts to cry.\n\n"But... but... I don't... understand," she sobs.\n\nYou stare at her. Your attraction to her has dissipated. Rejecting her has seemingly brought you back to your old self.\n\n"Hey, what's going on?" Sunny barks. "You're supposed to fuck each other."\n\nYou look up at your foe and smile.\n\n"How about I fuck you up instead?" you say.\n\nYou charge at her and catch her completely off guard. She doesn't see the knee to the stomach coming, nor the hook to the head, nor the tripping kick that sends her to the floor.\n\n"I guess this potion needs some work," she mumbles, trying to get back to her feet.\n\n"I guess so," you reply, striking her in the head with your foot, knocking her unconscious.\n\nYou empty out Sunny's pockets and find a ring of keys. You bring the ring over to Margot and speedily unshackle her neck and uncuff her wrists.\n\n"That was a close one," she says.\n\n"Yeah," you say. "I don't know what came over me."\n\n"Is she going to be okay?" she asks, pointing over at Julia.\n\nAs Margot gets up, you walk over to Julia. She's still weeping, and you place your arm around her shoulders.\n\n"There, there," you say. "It's alright. You'll find someone else."\n\n"Not like you," she mumbles. "I'll never find someone else like you."\n\nYou smile to yourself. "You got that right," you think.\n\n"Listen," you say, stepping around to face her. "We have to leave this place. Don't you want to get out of here?"\n\nJulia nods at you, wiping away her final tears.\n\n"Alright then. Get to your feet, and let's go."\n\nYou pull Julia up and she brushes herself off.\n\n"Okay ladies, follow me," you say in your most confident superheroine voice, stepping toward the concrete door.\n\n[[And then, stepping through it... | BASEMENT LANDING]]

You sigh as you type in "6, 9, 6, 9."\n\nThe keypad beeps. It's not the good beep.\n\nYou roll your eyes. \n\nOn one hand, you're happy the security people here could resist the urge to make such an immature password. On the other, you're still locked out.\n\nTime to try another code. Or maybe just a different tactic?\n\n[[Type "1,2,3,4" | KEYPAD 1234]]\n[[Type "5,5,5,5" | KEYPAD 5555]]\n[[Try to tamper with the keypad | KEYPAD TAMPER]]\n[[Break the pane-glass door | KEYPAD BREAK IN]]

"I'm on your side," you shout at the camera. "I'm fighting for the city. No one can deny that. My whole crimefighting career... It's been devoted to making the city safer."\n\nHammerson groans. He's not liking this.\n\nYou press on. "If you, the people of the city, pay them to take off my mask, then you lose. That's it. The Blue Lynx will be done. I won't be able to fight for you any longer."\n\nHammerson is shaking his head. You're striking a nerve.\n\n[[You prepare your next speech... | POSITIVE KILLER SPEECH]]

You see their big, muscular bodies closing in, and fear overwhelms you. You turn around and run. As fast as you can.\n\nYou pump your arms. Your hair flies behind you. Adrenaline surges through your body.\n\nNo time to think. All you're focused on is the edge: the point where the spotlight dissipates. The point where you'll be in the dark. Where you'll be safe.\n\nYou hear them behind you, the thugs. They're running too. All ten of them, together, like a pack of wild dogs? You don't want to turn around to look.\n\nYou hit the edge of the spotlight and head into the night. A sense of relief comes over you immediately, but you know that you have to keep running.\n\n"I'll come back," you tell yourself. "This is just a temporary measure. I'll come back and try again."\n\nYou're plunged into doubt. Will you come back? Can you come back after this rather shameful retreat?\n\nAs your thoughts catch up, your legs slow down. You bend down and place your hands on your thighs, huffing and puffing.\n\nYou've lost them... You've lost them...\n\n[[Right? | TEN THUG FUCK]]

A zipline will get you down, fast. But a direct attack might not work out: the thugs could tamper with the line on your way down. You decide hooking your grappel to the nearby van is the best way.\n\nYou fling the grappel hook far out over the parking lot, and hear a "clink" as it hooks onto the van's rear-view mirror. You quickly tie the other end of the rope to the roof, creating a zipline.\n\nBut how to get down? You need some kind of a "zipping" device. Another hook, or something...\n\nSuddenly, it hits you! Your belt! You could loop it around the line easily, and you know it won't break halfway through your journey: it's made of sturdy rubber!\n\nYou unclasp your belt from the back and hang it on either side of the line.\n\n"Here I come, Margot!" you think, clutching the ends of your belt tight, and leaping off the loop.\n\nYou zip down at a blistering speed.\n\nSeconds later, you're leaping to the pavement, charging at the two thugs, screaming.\n\nThey're taken off guard, and it doesn't take long for you to incapacitate them.\n\nYou stare at their unconscious bodies, just feet away from Margot's car, and then look into your friend's eyes.\n\n"That was pretty close," you whisper.\n\nMargot looks at you and nods.\n\nAnd then, her eyes widen.\n\n"Blue Lynx! Look out!" she shouts.\n\nYou instinctively:\n\n[[Duck! | DUCK KNOCKOUT]]\n[[Leap forward! | LEAP SAVE]]

Margot nods. "Okay. I'll go find Sunny."\n\nShe turns around, steps over Julia, and walks out of the cell, gently shutting the door behind her.\n\nYou are once again alone with Julia. She smacks her lips. "This is a terrible idea," she says. "Your little friend is going to get caught."\n\n"I don't think so," you say. But you're not sure if you mean it. Margot is not a fighter. If she's going to get that key, she's going to have to be stealthy. She got into the building without being seen. But would she be able to somehow get the drop on Sunny in secret?\n\n"What a pathetic excuse for a superheroine you are," Julia says. "Getting spanked. Getting knocked out. Forcing your friend to save you. And then sending her on an insane hunt for a key."\n\nYou stare daggers into Julia's eyes. "How dare you," you say.\n\n"I wish I could unmask you," Julia continues. "I wish I could so I could just end your facade of a superheroine career."\n\nYou are furious. "Shut up!" you say. "Just shut up."\n\nSuddenly, the cell door opens. Into the chamber walks a henchman. \n\nOn the henchman's shoulder is Margot.\n\nShit. \n\nThe henchman lays Margot on the floor; her legs, arms, and reddish-brown hair splay out the ground. She's breathing, but unconscious.\n\nSunny follows the henchman. "Tie her up," she says, pointing at your friend.\n\nJulia explodes. "I told you! I told you!" she yells.\n\nYou blink rapidly. Is this really happening? Was Margot caught just a minute after she left the room? You feel sweat begin to form on your brow.\n\nYou asked Margot to look for the key. And now, she's passed out, being bound hand and foot by a man twice her size.\n\n"You stupid bitch," Julia mutters. "You stupid, stupid bitch."\n\n"Be quiet," Sunny says. She looks at you and gestures toward Margot. "I take it this is a friend of yours, Blue Lynx?"\n\nYou gulp. "Don't... hurt her," you murmur.\n\nSunny laughs. "She'll be fine. At least, for a minute here."\n\nShe looks at the henchman. The henchman looks at his work and gives her the thumbs up. Sunny once more stares at you.\n\n"We're going to go get the camera and do a double unmasking. Stay right there, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou shudder as Sunny and the henchman leave.\n\nYou can't imagine how you can possibly escape now. You're shackled to a chair. Margot is tied tightly and unconscious. And this Julia woman won't stop calling you a stupid bitch.\n\nYou hate her. Julia Wright. Ugh. \n\nBut you realize that she might be your only way out of this mess.\n\nYou take a deep breath.\n\n[["Julia. I have some darts in my belt pocket. Can you get one and get yourself free?" | HOSTAGE JULIA DART TWO]]\n[[Stay silent. | HOSTAGE SILENCE]]\n

You raise your hands in the air, your arms at right angles, and sigh.\n\n"Okay, you win," you mutter. "I surrender."\n\nSunny laughs. "Wow, really? I was not expecting that."\n\nYou gulp. Was she bluffing?\n\nIt's too late to turn back now.\n\nSunny snaps her fingers. "Boys. Could you kindly bind and gag Blue Lynx using your most tightest bonds? Thank you."\n\nThe henchmen circle you, and then move in. You resist in only the most perfunctory ways as they wrangle your arms behind you and tie your wrists together, scoop your legs up and truss up your ankles, and insert a large cleave gag between your lips and tie it behind your head. Their eyes brighten and they smile as they restrain your body; they cop feels of your breasts and butt; they lick their lips upon finishing, pleased with their work.\n\nYou lie on the floor, struggling against your bonds. The thugs have done a good job, and you're not likely to get free anytime soon...\n\n"Comfy, Blue Lynx?" Sunny says, bending down to meet your gaze.\n\n"MMMPH!" you reply.\n\n"Listen up," she says, grabbing you by the chin. "You know I like games, right?"\n\nYou glare at her. You don't give a shit about what she likes.\n\n"Here's what we're going to do. I'm thinking of a number between one and ten."\n\nYou roll your eyes. What is this?\n\n"If you guess the right number, I'll let you and this bitchy reporter go."\n\nYou blink. Is she being serious?\n\n"Hell, if you guess within one of the right number, I'll at least let you go."\n\nOkay.\n\n"But if you're off by more than one... I'm gonna unmask you."\n\nYour eyes widen.\n\n"So just give me some MMPHs, now. Between one and ten. Ready?"\n\nAre you ready?\n\n"Remember, your whole career depends on this."\n\nOh shit.\n\n"Go."\n\n[[MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMMPH. MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMPH. MMPH. MMPH. MMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. | MMMPH SAVE]]\n[[MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. | MMMPH FREEDOM]]\n[[MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. | MMMPH SAVE]]\n[[MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. MMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. MMPH. MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n[[MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMMPH. MMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. MMMPH. | MMPH UNMASK]]\n

You realize the taser means close quarters combat. But you're a slippery little cat, and there isn't a thug alive who can withstand an electric shock. So you pull out your weapon and charge at the closest henchman.\n\nYou lead with a punch. The thug blocks it-- you were hoping he would-- and you sink your taser into his arm. He screams out as the zap pulses through his system. You pull the taser back and quickly deliver an uppercut to his chin. He flies up, falls back down, and hits the grass hard.\n\nFive down.\n\nAnother thug is instantly next to you. You move to plunge the taser into his stomach. But just as you're inches away from making contact, the thug snatches your wrist.\n\n"Gotcha!" he yells.\n\nHe squeezes you hard, compelling you to cry out. The pressure of his grip loosens your own, and your eyes widen as you watch your taser drop from your fingers and hit the ground.\n\nHe swats you across the face and you spin into the ground.\n\nYou push yourself from the ground and onto your knees. You can see the shadows of the thugs, and you know they're moving in on you...\n\n[[Turn around and get your taser. | TASER RECOVERY]]\n[[Try to wrestle a Lynx Dart from your belt. | DART RECOVERY]]\n\n

You place your gloves on Hammerson's chest, rise to your toes, and press your lips to his.\n\nImmediately, his gun falls, clattering to the pavement. He rushes his hands to your sides, and then immediately down to your butt. He kisses you, squeezes you, moans into you.\n\nYou kiss him back, moving your hands to his spine.\n\nYou place a boot on his shoe... Lightly. And then you place the other.\n\nHammerson grips you by the butt and walks you back. He presses you against the side of his car, and the impact drives your legs up around him. You reach your arms around his neck and pull him close. You kiss him, again and again, with big, wet kisses.\n\nHe slides a hand up your butt, dancing it around your lower back. He finds your utility belt, and, with the finesse of an experienced pro, unclasps it, letting it fall around your thighs and plop on the ground.\n\n"Blue Lynx..." you hear Margot plead. "Are you... Okay?"\n\n"Shut up," Hammerson groans, at her, into your mouth.\n\nHis body holding you up against the car, Hammerson now moves his hand around your front. He continues to kiss you as he caresses your spandex-clad belly, poking his thumb into your navel. His hand rises, slowly but surely, until his fingers are looping around the V-neck of your costume. He tugs on it, pulling it out and over your breasts, exposing your lacy red bra. He lets the spandex catch the underside of your tits, and then moves his hand further up, stroking your breasts lightly at first, and then plunging his hand behind your bra, cupping your breast, pushing down on your nipple.\n\nYou moan in pleasure. He's coating you with kisses, with his touch. You've lost sight of anything else. Margot's pleas have quieted to a low hum.\n\nYou can feel him, against you. Harder. Harder.\n\n"If we're going to do this," he whispers, "I need to see you."\n\nYou blink. "What?"\n\nHe rests his hand on your mask. "I need to take off this mask."\n\nEcstasy courses through your body. But now, a twinge of anxiety, too...\n\n"Ahh...\n\n[["Do it." | HAMMERSON SEX UNMASK]]\n[["MARGOT! Get him off me!" | HAMMERSON MARGOT SAVE]]\n\n

Pain.\n\nIt's all over your body.\n\nIn your ankles. Through your back. Your arms and legs. Everything is throbbing.\n\nYou can feel again.\n\nYou're waking up.\n\nYou open your eyes.\n\nYou find yourself in a dark, dingy room. Windowless, dirty, with just a few flourescent lights in the ceiling. Grime in the corners. A single concrete door.\n\nIt looks like a dungeon.\n\nYou feel something on your neck. You look down and see a large metal collar around your throat. You can twist your head and see that collar attached to a chain, and she that the chain in attached to a wall.\n\nYour hands are shackled too, with thick metal handcuffs.\n\nShit. This place. It IS a dungeon.\n\nYou immediately think to try and uncuff yourself with a Lynx Dart. But when you reach down to get one from your utility belt, you find that your belt is gone. As are your boots. You're barefoot.\n\nYour gloves, too, have been taken.\n\nPanic seizes you. Did they take your mask, too?\n\nYou look around for a reflective surface, but everything in the room is gray, lusterless, and forbidding.\n\nEverything, that is, except for the two women, one laying on the ground to your left, the other standing to your right. \n\nThe first woman is Margot. She's wearing her glasses, her white bra and panties, and nothing else. She's been stripped and shackled just like you: a metal collar chains her to the wall. She appears to be unconscious.\n\nThe second woman is less familiar. She's got long, curly dark hair. She's middle-aged, maybe in her late thirties. She has also been stripped, to black lingerie, with black stockings and garter belts. You know who she is: the reporter, Julia Wright. But you've never seen her like this.\n\nShe's on her feet, but cuffed and chained just like you and Margot. She looks at you with a nervous glance.\n\n"Blue Lynx," she whispers. "You're awake."\n\nYou nod.\n\n"You've got to get us out of here," she says. "What the hell is this place?"\n\n"I don't know," you say. "A dungeon. I don't like the look of it."\n\nYou need to get out. But escape seems highly unlikely right now. You can move your feet, but you can't get far from the wall. You try walking to Julia, stretching out the chain to its limit, and still finding yourself a couple of feet away from her.\n\nYou remember your fear. "Julia," you say. "Did they... Take my mask?"\n\nJulia pauses for a second.\n\n[[And then... | DUNGEON DEATH TRAP PRIMER]]\n\n

"Leave her out of this, Hammerson," you say, summoning up your last ounce of superheroine courage. "I'm the girl you want. Not her. She's just a bystander, she's barely involved in this at all. Take me, but please let her go."\n\nHammerson grins at you. "Barely involved, huh? Seems like she was coming in to help you escape."\n\nYou clear your throat. "You're right. She made a mistake. She was supposed to wait in the car. She's my driver. You've got to believe me. You've got to set her free."\n\nHammerson looks at you, and then at Margot, and then back to you.\n\n"Okay, Erin, sure."\n\nHe snaps his fingers.\n\n"Men, could you please escort the Black Bobcat out of the building? And please, don't hurt her." He laughs. "You know, grope her a little, if you like. But nothing apart from that."\n\nThe thugs pick up Margot by the arms and drag her away. She turns her head back to you one final time... Her eyes are full of tears...\n\nYou can't look.\n\nIt's horrible, that it has to end this way.\n\nBut you did it. You saved Margot.\n\n"So we've gone from two hostages to one," Hammerson says, stepping toward you again. "I guess that means double the fun, for you."\n\nYou bare your teeth at him. "Hammerson," you say. "Why don't you just kill me?"\n\nHammerson laughs. "But what would I tell your father?" No, no. I couldn't kill you..."\n\nHe places a hand on your thigh and slides it up, so that his fingers run along the place where your costume meets your leg.\n\n"I'd much rather... bang you...."\n\nYou wince. "Hammerson! Stop!" you cry.\n\nYou shake your pelvis, trying to ward him off, but you end up just egging him on. He rides his fingers along the seam of your spandex, stopping at your crotch.\n\n"I'd think I'll leave," Julia says, stepping out of the room.\n\n"Yeah, me too," Sunny says, "Though Brent! Don't wear her out too much. I want a turn, too."\n\nHe gives a perfunctory nod. His eyes are only trained on your now. He's staring at your chest. He starts to tap his fingers on your cunt.\n\n"Brent, please," you say. "This is wrong. You know my dad. I'm just his daughter. I'm just..."\n\nYou can see that he's not listening. His whole world is your body, now. He's reached his hand behind you, he's grabbing your ass, kneading it. The taps on your crotch have been steadier. He looks at your breasts, and slowly the steady tapping becomes a churning. He's massaging you.\n\nAnd it feels... so... good...\n\n"Brent... Stop..." you moan. \n\nBut you don't want him to stop. You close your eyes and throw your head back. You don't see him retrieve a pocket knife from his jacket. But you feel it when he stretches the crotch-part of your costume out, and can hear him slice through it. The blue fabric folds over, falling in jagged tatters on your thighs.\n\n"No..." you whisper. "Not my costume..."\n\nYou can hear him grunt, and feel his breath on your lower body, as he bends down and plucks at your lacy red panties. He tries pushing them down your thighs, but your spreadeagled legs makes it a tough stretch. So he pulls them away from your body and cuts through them with his knife.\n\n"No..." you whisper. "Not my panties..."\n\nYou feel the lacy fabric slip off your ass and descend to the floor.\n\nUnmasked, with the bottom part of your costume eviscerated, and completely helpless, you are more exposed than you've ever been.\n\nIt makes you feel a strange sense of relief.\n\nHammerson bends down, squeezes your thighs, and pushes his face into your cunt. You feel his warm tongue caressing your sex...\n\nAnd you remember how you saved Margot...\n\nThis is an interesting way to be rewarded...\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

"There was that big camera in that room that looks like a studio," you say. "Maybe you should get that one."\n\nSunny looks up. She gives you a pained expression.\n\n"Really, Blue Lynx? And leave you alone?"\n\nShit.\n\nYou're too embarrassed to meet her gaze.\n\n"Besides, that one doesn't move," Julia adds. "That was for the trap that you so skillfully avoided."\n\nYou pull at your bonds. You can feel them weaken. But you need more time...\n\n"But you can't avoid this, Blue Lynx," Sunny says, finally pulling a camera out of the drawer. "Found it."\n\nShe stands in front of you. You hear a beep as the camera turns on.\n\nShit, shit, shit... You can't do it...\n\n"Alright Julia. Go ahead. Do it."\n\nJulia steps around the chair and reaches over its back. She places one arms underneath your chin and holds the top of your head with the other.\n\n"We should do one with the mask, one without," she says.\n\n"Good idea," Sunny says. "Say cheese, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou yank at your restraints, and she snaps a picture.\n\n"That was the masked one," Sunny says. "Time for the unmasked one."\n\nShe gestures at Julia.\n\nJulia moves her fingers up to your mask.\n\n"Augh, no!" you shout, twisting in the chair. You feel your wrists coming free, your ankles slowly coming apart. But the torso rope stays in place!\n\n"I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you," Julia says, ripping off a corner of your mask.\n\n"Julia! Stop!" you cry.\n\n"The little girl who thinks she's a superheroine. Who thinks being a vigilante is cool," she says, continuing to tear the fabric away from your face. "She's a menace to the city. She must be stopped."\n\n"You can't!" you shout.\n\n"It's over, Blue Lynx," she says, finally gripping the mask on both sides and ripping it right down the middle. The fabric falls in several pieces into your lap. And Sunny takes the second photo.\n\n"Whoa," Sunny says. "It's... you."\n\n"I knew it," Julia says, stepping back to see your face. "Erin Steele. I knew it all along."\n\nYou hang your head and sniffle.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

The thug runs into the dungeon and looks at the scene: at you gripping Sunny with your thighs, at her wincing, at you smiling.\n\n"Oh shit!" he says.\n\nYou nod. "Uncuff me, now."\n\n"Don't..." Sunny whispers. "Don't... do... it..."\n\nYou squeeze her head, and watch as her eyes roll back into her skull. You don't want to kill her. But you want to make it look like you can.\n\nYou can feel her body weaken in your clutches. She's falling asleep!\n\n"Okay! Okay!" the thug says. He takes a ring of keys out of his pocket and dashes over to you. You hold out your hands, and he takes off your cuffs. Then, he undoes the collar on your neck.\n\nYou apply a final bit of pressure to Sunny's neck, and she passes out.\n\n"Thanks!" you say, quickly springing to your feet. You deliver a quick four-hit combo to the thug's body, taking him to the foor.\n\nYou remove the keys from his fingers and rush over to Margot. She holds out her handcuffs and looks at you with big, wet eyes.\n\n"Oh God, Erin," she whispers. "I really thought... That that was it..."\n\n"That's why you can never count out the Blue Lynx," you say with a smile.\n\nYou unchain Margot, and then move onto to Julia.\n\n"Listen, Blue Lynx," she says. "I know you think I hate you, but..."\n\nYou take the handcuffs off her wrists. "But I'm saving you, so you don't care."\n\nJulia nods. "Just... Thanks."\n\nYou stand up, alongside the underwear-clad Margot and Julia, and point to the concrete door.\n\n"Alright, girls," you say. "Let's get out of here."\n\n[[You walk out of the dungeon together. | BASEMENT LANDING]]

"Get Hammerson!" you yell, as your run toward Sunny and Julia.\n\nYou dive feet first into Sunny, tripping her ankles and making her fall forward. As she hits the ground, you spring up, catching Julia with an uppercut to chin. She stumbles backward, and you kick her in the stomach, pushing her to the ground. You see Sunny trying to get up in the corner of her eye, and you quickly put her back down again with a kick to the stomach.\n\nEverything's going perfectly.\n\nAnd then, you hear Margot.\n\n"Blue Lynx!" she cries. "Help!"\n\nYou turn to face her, and you see one of the henchman holding her up in the air, her legs kicking wildly. Hammerson and the other thug are standing apart from them, looking and watching.\n\nDid she even get a punch in? Did she even have a chance to?\n\n"She's not much of a fighter," Hammerson snickers.\n\nThat comment incenses you.\n\nYou charge Hammerson, the thugs, and Margot, your fists clenched tightly.\n\nYou're inches away from them when you see a fist in your peripheral vision.\n\n[[Duck! | DUCK FIST]]\n[[Slide to the side! | SLIDE FIST]]

You step back, and the extra second gives you to time to perfectly counter Sunny's attack. You grab her arms, crouch down, and fling her over you, so that she flies against the wall behind you.\n\n"Ohhh..." she groans.\n\nYou look at her, and then around the room. A pair of thugs converge on you, and you quickly dispose of them.\n\nOnce it seems like the coast is clear, you walk over to Julia, bound on the floor, struggling to get up.\n\n"Blue Lynx," she cries. "Oh thank goodness you're here."\n\nYou stare at her as you sit her up. "That's the first time I've ever heard you say that, Julia," you say.\n\nShe smiles. "What can I say? I owe you one. Now can we get out of here?"\n\n"Sure," you say, picking her up and plopping her on her feet. You begin walking toward the front door.\n\n"Wait, Blue Lynx!" Julia cries. "Could you just please untie my wrists? These cords hurt like hell."\n\nYou look back at her.\n\nAnd say...\n\n[["Of course. Sorry about that." | CUT AND UNMASK]]\n[["No. Sorry. I don't trust you." | NO CUTTING]]\n

"People of the city," you announce, in your most superheroinely voice. "I ask you to please think about, you know, truth and justice."\n\nHammerson looks at you and scratches his head.\n\n"Like, just think," you repeat.\n\nYou don't know where you're going with this.\n\nThe phone rings. Sunny answers. When the call is finished, the phone rings again. Sunny answers once more.\n\nAfter the two calls, she announces, "We're up to five thousand dollars!"\n\nHammerson snaps at the henchmen. "Alright, boys," he says. "Off with her boots and socks."\n\nThe thugs step up to you and pull at your feet, eventually removing your boots, and then after an additional prolonged struggle, your white socks.\n\nThey drop your clothes on the floor and grin at you.\n\nThis isn't looking good.\n\n[[It's time for a killer speech... | POSITIVE KILLER SPEECH]]\n

"Thank you, seriously," you say, wiping the tears from your face.\n\nJulia shakes her head. "Just get us out of here."\n\nYou bend down toward Margot and shake her by the shoulders. "Black Bobcat! Black Bobcat!" you say. "Wake up."\n\nMargot's eyes flutter. "Whuh... What?" she stammers.\n\n"They knocked you out," you say. "Here, let me cut you free."\n\nYou tear the ropes from Margot's wrists and ankles as Julie looks on. Margot slowly comes to her senses, and you help her to her feet.\n\n"Blue Lynx," she says. "How did you get out?"\n\nYou nod toward Julia. Julia smiles.\n\n"I did what the Blue Lynx couldn't," she says. "Freed myself, and helped someone in need."\n\nIt's a horrible oversimplification, for sure, but you see no reason to challenge it. As much as you hate to say it, you are in Julia's debt.\n\nBut you're not out of the woods yet. You've still got to find a way out of the building. You know there are are least six henchmen and Sunny to deal with. You're guessing that Hammerson is on his way, too. It's not going to be easy, escaping from all this.\n\nYou figure there's only one way to go about it.\n\n[[Sneaking out. | HOSTAGE SNEAK EXIT ]]

The belt isn't heavy, but it's got enough heft to travel through the air, and it reaches Hammerson and ensnares him in an awkward tangle.\n\n"Dammit!" he shouts, momentarily dropping the aim on his gun.\n\nThis is your chance. You sprint over to him and jump, catching his head between your thighs, and bringing him down to the ground with a mighty thud.\n\nYou look down at his head, smashed amidst your leg muscles, and squeeze. He cries out.\n\n"You need to stay more focused," you snap.\n\nHe lets out a small chuckle. "Tell me how I'm supposed to do that with your crotch in my face."\n\nYou strike him in the head and he falls into unconsciousness.\n\nYou get up, locate your belt on the floor, and once again wrap it around your waist. Just the third time you've had to do so tonight.\n\n"Alright, ladies," you say, looking at Margot and Julia. "I think that's enough for tonight."\n\nJulia looks down at your unconscious foe. "That's really him? Brent Hammerson? The Speaker of the House?"\n\nYou nod. "Yep. That's him alright."\n\n"Oh my God," Julia says. "I had... No idea he was so evil."\n\nYou begin to walk toward the front door of the building. "Why else do you think I do this?" you say to her. "Because I really think it's fun?"\n\nYou smile to yourself, though.\n\nBecause it is fun.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

You wake up bound and gagged.\n\nThere's a cloth tied around your mouth, and rope wrapped around your body.\n\nYou feel the cold floor through your costume, and open your eyes.\n\nYou're in the room you were in before... You were shocked. You recognize the desk. And the plants. And the wheel.\n\nOnly there's a person tied to the wheel now.\n\nMargot.\n\n"MMMPH!" you cry.\n\nShe's still in her Black Bobcat costume, but she's been unmasked. Her wrists and ankles are shackled to the wood with metal restraints. She appears to be unconscious.\n\n"She's not saving you this time, Blue Lynx," a male voice says.\n\nYou twist your body and see a man in a black suit, running his fingers through black, slicked-back hair.\n\nBrent Hammerson.\n\n"No one's saving you this time, I'm afraid," he laughs.\n\nAnd before you can even move, he's got his arms on you, his hand around your mask. You "MMPH!" and struggle but cannot stop him from peeling the blue fabric from your eyes.\n\n"Oh my," he says, taking in your bare face. "Erin Steele?"\n\nYou shake your head. No. He can't... He didn't...\n\n"To think you ALMOST escaped," Hammerson says. "To think that you were just a few steps away from... Well, this."\n\nYou slam your eyes shut.\n\nNo. No. No.\n\n"It must be hard to bear," Hammerson laughs.\n\n"MMMPH," you moan.\n\nIt is.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

Julia rips your mask off and instantly releases it, letting it float to the floor like a feather.\n\nShe is speechless. She steps back from you. Places her hand on her forehead.\n\n"No," she mutters. "No. Really?"\n\nYou look down into your crotch. You're too ashamed to meet her gaze. You wish you had earplugs. You don't want any part of this anymore...\n\nBut still, you are. You hear Julia's confusion morph into laughter. And then, you hear the door of the cell open. "What's going on in here?" Sunny says. And she must see your mask on the floor, because she's on top of you in a second, gazing in your face.\n\n"I wanted to do this myself," she whispers. She snaps her fingers and the henchmen come into the room. Julia is still laughing hysterically as the thugs grab her, tie her up, and place her on the floor.\n\n"ERIN STEELE IS THE BLUE LYNX!" she shouts. "ERIN STEELE IS THE BLUE LYNX!"\n\nSunny holds up your mask, looks into your mask, and then back at the mask.\n\n"Indeed she is," Sunny says. "Game's over, Erin Steele."\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

In a split second, you decide to charge. There is just no way Sunny is going to kill Julia. The hostage is her leverage in this situation: why would she throw it away?\n\nSo into the fray you go. You run, jump, and deliver a flying kick at the chest of the first henchman. He goes down, hard. You spin around, roundhouse kick the next closest man, and he flies against a wall.\n\nSuddenly, rough hands grip your biceps from behind. Someone's got you! What do you do?\n\n[[ Slam your head backward, hoping to catch his chin. | HOSTAGE HEAD SLAM ]]\n[[ Kick back your heel, hoping to catch his groin. | HOSTAGE GROIN ATTACK ]]

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Hammerson runs his fingers through his hair. His gun hand is starting to shake. You move closer, slower now, adding a sexy flourish to each patient step.\n\n"That's close enough," he says.\n\n"Not for me," you whisper, breathily.\n\nYou wonder how Margot feels about this. Surely she understands that strategy? That you aren't really attracted to Brent Hammerson, or anything like that...\n\nOr are you?\n\nYour palms are starting to sweat. Your hair feels... Sticky.\n\nYou are close enough to Hammerson to touch him.\n\nHis gun has dropped to his side. He's looking down at you, breathing heavily, silent.\n\nOhhh...\n\n[[Kiss Hammerson, passionately... | HAMMERSON PASSION]]\n[[Kiss Hammerson, sneakily... | HAMMERSON SNEAKY]]

You dive out of the room just as Sunny picks up the gun.\n\nAs you duck against the wall next to the door, you hear two shots. You look up and see two smoldering holes in the wall across from you.\n\n"Come back here, bitch!" Sunny shouts.\n\nYou unsnap a pocket on your belt, remove a smoke bomb, and toss it into the office. It explodes instantly, and plumes of smoke pour out of the doorway and into the hall.\n\nYou hear coughing and frustration, and you make your move.\n\nYou cut through the smoke, darting to where the coughs are coming from. You reach Julia first, and quickly incapacitate her. She falls to the ground with a thump.\n\n"Julia?" Sunny coughs. "Where are you?"\n\nYou spring over the desk and kick your boot into the smoke. Your foot finds Sunny's face, and you can hear a clatter as her body flies against the wall.\n\n"Augh," she moans. "You... Fucking..."\n\nBefore she can finish, you have your arms around her head. She tenses up, clawing at your arms, but she too thoroughly disoriented by the smoke to do much. It only takes senses for her to pass out in your grip.\n\nThe smoke clears. You look around at the office, and smile at the two unconscious bodies in your midst.\n\nA paper on the desk catches your eye. You pick it up. It reads: "BLUE LYNX TRAP PLAN."\n\nYou crumple it up and throw it at Sunny's inert head.\n\n"So much for that," you say, strutting out of the office.\n\nMargot is surprised when you hop into the car minutes later.\n\n"Umm... So did you save Julia?" she asks.\n\nYou shake your head. "She didn't want to be saved. The whole thing was a trap for me."\n\nMargot laughs. "Needless to say, you didn't fall for it."\n\nYou smile at your friend. "I think I made the right decisions," you chuckle.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

You dive toward Margot's car, spinning in mid-air, and see another thug stumbling forward, his fist just missing you.\n\nYou hit the ground and immediately leap back into the air, jumping at the thug.\n\nHe's unprepared for your quick recovery, and you easily wrestle to the ground. After an effectively applied chokehold, he slides into unconsciousness.\n\n"Phew," you gasp, releasing his neck from your arms. "That was a close one."\n\nMargot gets out of the car and shuts the door. "Yeah. Seriously."\n\nYou look back at her.\n\n"You'd better hide, or something," you say.\n\nMargot shakes her head. "Listen, Erin. Do you think this is even worth it? This has already been a crazy night."\n\nYou blink. "What are you saying? That we should just... Leave?"\n\nMargot nods. "I mean, we'll let the cops handle this one."\n\nWhat is she talking about?\n\nThe Blue Lynx? Quitting?\n\nThe fun is just getting started!\n\nI mean, she's right. This start has been fairly rough.\n\nMaybe it does make sense to just try again some other night?\n\nYou sigh.\n\n"Margot..." you say...\n\n[["Let's call it a night." | WEIRD ENDING]]\n[["I'm going around the back." | BACK CONTINUE]]

"Fuck. You."\n\nHammerson looks at you. His jaw drops for a second, and then re-forms as an evil smile.\n\nAnd he fires a bullet into Margot's brain.\n\nYou shriek.\n\n"NOOOOOO!" you yell, charging toward your friend, who Hammerson lets drop to the floor.\n\nYou hold her in your arms. "Margot... Margot..."\n\nShe doesn't respond. She doesn't move.\n\nShe's dead.\n\n"Nice work, Blue Lynx," Hammerson snickers. "Way to be a cocky bad-ass."\n\nYou press your body to your lifeless friend's, no longer caring what happens to you, and weep.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

"Maybe." Margot says. "But maybe not. You're probably thinking of an older mission."\n\nYou blush. These nights have a habit of running together...\n\n"Tonight you're trying to free that hostage, remember? Julia Wright?"\n\n"Oh yeah," you say.\n\nYes. That reporter. One of the paper's best when it comes to reporting on drugs. But also one of the best when it comes to speculating about the Blue Lynx's true identity.\n\nYour secret has been an obsession of Julia's for months. She's interviewed leaders, people in the streets, your father. She's not gotten anywhere near knowing who you really are. But you know that she thinks about it all the time. You've got to be be careful around her.\n\nThe problem is, tonight she needs saving. You're here because she got a little too close to Hammerson's operation. She's been kidnapped by one of his goons.\n\n"I know you don't like her," Margot says. "But she's still an innocent civilian."\n\nYou sigh. "I know," you say. "I know."\n\nYou put on the Blue Lynx mask and prepare to go in.\n\nHow do you want to enter the abandoned building?\n\n[[ Through the roof. | HOSTAGE ROOF ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the back. | HOSTAGE BACK ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the front door. | HOSTAGE FRONT ENTRANCE ]]

[img[newtitle 2]]\n\nBy day, you are Erin Steele, a beautiful, athletic 23 year-old, and daughter of the city's Mayor.\n\nBut by night, you are the Blue Lynx, a spandex-clad, ass-kicking superheroine, complete with a utility belt full of weapons and a sidekick: your roommate, Margot, who acts as tech support.\n\nMargot is the only other person in the city who knows your true identity. Your alter ego is your most guarded secret: should anyone learn that the Blue Lynx is actually the Mayor's daughter, your life as both a superheroine and a young woman would be ruined.\n\nBeing a superheroine is risky, in other words. But it's also a blast. You get a high from fighting crime that's better than drugs, better than sex, better than red wine. It's become a compulsion for you. Every night, you want to put on the costume and do it. And every night, you usually have a reason to: the underground drug trade in the city is out of control. It's leader is the city's Speaker of the House, Brent Hammerson, who you've clashed with on multiple occasions already.\n\nTonight, he is again your antagonist. You sit outside of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town, in the passenger's seat of Margot's car.\n\n"Alright. You remember your mission?" your friend asks.\n\nYou reply:\n\n[["There's a hostage in there. That reporter, right?" | HOSTAGE START]]\n[["We think Hammerson is manufacturing a new drug." | NEW DRUG START]]\n[["I'm just going in there to kick some ass." | ASS KICKING START]]

The room you walk into is simple and small: white walls, a desk with a single chair, a file cabinet. You see a partially-opened door leading to what you assume is a bathroom. Across from you is a staircase going up.\n\nYou're hungry to get out of here. But you're still semi-naked: minus your boots, your gloves, and your belt. Your friends are still clad in just their underwear.\n\nWhat do you do?\n\n[[Go up the stairs. | LEAVE BASEMENT]]\n[[Inspect the room. | FILE CABINET]]

"Come on! Speak!" you say, crunching Sunny's throat in your thighs.\n\nSunny squints at you.\n\nShe smiles.\n\n"Okay," she says. "But... I can... barely... talk... with... your... legs... so... tight..."\n\nYou sigh, and loosen up the pressure.\n\n"Whatever, bitch!" Sunny cries out. "I want to know, right now! Who is the Blue Lynx, really? What is your secret identity?"\n\nYou gasp!\n\n[[And you answer! | TRUTH SERUM REVEAL]]

You run, take a step off the roof's low wall, and jump into the air.\n\nYou float for a second, and then, you drop.\n\nYour descent is fast, but slow enough for you to wonder...\n\nWhat the hell did you just do?\n\nIt's too late to turn around.\n\nSo you hit the ground.\n\nDead.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

You dart to the side!\n\nAnd Hammerson fires!\n\nYou're untouched! You keep running!\n\nAnd then, you hear a small sound.\n\n"Ahhh... Ohhh..."\n\nYou look back.\n\nMargot is clutching her stomach.\n\nA red blob is slowly overtaking her sweater.\n\nOh no.\n\nYou dash over to Margot, who has already fallen to the ground, wheezing.\n\nYou cradle her head and examine her wound.\n\nShe's bleeding profusely.\n\nNo. No. No.\n\n"Erin..." she whispers. "I'm... Sorry..."\n\nAnd then, her eyes shut.\n\nHer breathing grinds to a halt.\n\nAnd you hang your head.\n\nNo.\n\nNo.\n\nNo.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

"She doesn't know we've escaped," you say. "It'll be easy to ambush her."\n\nMargot nods. "Okay."\n\nYou move to the doorframe and drop down to the ground. You gesture for Margot to do the same, and she sits herself on the other side of the door.\n\n"Just jump on her as soon as she walks in," you say.\n\nMargot nods, again. It's good to have a friend you can trust.\n\nYou wait. Seconds turn into minutes.\n\nWhere is that bitch? You tap your toe.\n\nHow hard can it be to find a camera?\n\nYou look at Margot. She's breathing heavily.\n\nSuddenly, Sunny walks through the door, chattering away.\n\n"Alright, let's do this..."\n\nYou and Margot leap on her and pull her to the ground. "Hey!" she shouts, punching wildly. "What the fuck?" \n\nYou look up to see a henchman running at you. A split-second later, and he's on you, pushing you off of Sunny, holding you to the ground by the throat.\n\nYou look around his body. Margot is struggling to hold Sunny down. Meanwhile, the henchman's hold on you is getting tighter and tighter. His free hand holds you by the waist. You feel your range of movement decrease by the second.\n\nYou call out to Margot.\n\n[["Keep holding her down!" | HOSTAGE HOLD HER DOWN]]\n[["Margot! Help me!" | HOSTAGE HELP ME]]

With your last reserve of strength, you shout at Margot. "HELP!"\n\nThe henchman turns his face toward her. She's moved in, and with a mighty screech, she crouches down and socks the thug in the groin.\n\nThe thug releases your throat, and you crumple to the ground. He soon joins you on the floor, moaning and holding his crotch.\n\nYou hold your neck and cough, looking at Margot standing triumphantly over her fallen foe.\n\n"Nice work," you mutter. "Took you... Long enough."\n\nMargot scratches her head. "I'm sorry, Erin! I freaked out a little bit."\n\n"He almost killed me," you say, getting to your feet. "But thank you."\n\nYou kick the thug in the face and he drops into unconsciousness.\n\nThe hallway continues for a bit until you find yourself in a familiar location: the foyer where you first entered. It's empty.\n\n"I guess we can leave then," Margot shrugs.\n\n"Yeah."\n\nWait. Should you leave? What have you accomplished tonight, anyway?\n\nYou've been captured, nearly unmasked, almost choked to death...\n\nYou feel like you shouldn't go until you've made some kind of real achievement.\n\nOn the other hand, you're very, very tired. Maybe it would be best to regroup and come back on another day?\n\nMargot looks at you. The choice is yours.\n\n[["You go and start the car, Margot. I'm going to look around. | HOSTAGE LOOK AROUND]]\n[["I'm tired. Let's go." | HOSTAGE LETS GO]]\n\n

"Take off my mask," you whisper.\n\nHammerson presses his body against yours, brushes your mask up, leans forward, grabs the top of the mask with his teeth, and pulls it up your forehead until it's sitting on top of your hair.\n\n"Erin Steele," he sighs. "I should've known."\n\nYou show a small smirk...\n\nWait.\n\nThis isn't right.\n\nFuck.\n\nWhat have you done?\n\nYou push against Hammerson, and he pushes back, knocking your body against the car, shoving your arms to the side.\n\n"Oh no," he breathes. "We're not done yet, Miss Steele."\n\nYou've made a grave mistake. You have to get free! You think about calling for Margot...\n\nAnd then you feel him. His fingers. Rubbing against your sex. Pushing on your through your spandex. Sliding his fingers under your outfit, under your panties. Fingering you, and making you wet.\n\n"Ohhh...." you moan.\n\nSuddenly, he's driving you into the car, pushing you up, moving his hands over your legs and crotch, activating your body until your costume is warm and damp with sweat.\n\nYou feel your body surrendering to him.\n\n"More," you whisper. "More... More..."\n\nAnd then, he's pulled your spandex up, pushed aside your panties, and is suddenly inside you. Pummeling you, knocking you back against the car so that the vehicle shakes.\n\n"Oh!" you shout. "OH! OH!"\n\nYou gasp, you shake. He's forced you to climax. Your body floods with passionate feeling as you collapse against the car.\n\nHammerson steps back, looking at you furtively. He pulls his pants up and straightens his hair.\n\n"That was fun," he says.\n\nYou nod. Your hair is plastered against the car window. Your skin is red, your body is wet. At some point, your utility belt fell off.\n\n"You are a sexy, sexy woman, Erin Steele," he says.\n\nYou bend down to pick up your belt. "Thanks," you mutter, smiling.\n\n"But I'm afraid that's the end for your superheroine career."\n\nYou blink. "No," you say. "You... Can't."\n\nHe pulls your mask from his pocket. "It was a good fuck. But make no mistake, Miss Steele. You are my nemesis. And now that I know who you really are, the Blue Lynx is through."\n\nYou shudder. "But..."\n\nMargot cries out. "NOOO!"\n\nAnd Hammerson laughs.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

"I've always wanted to fuck a superhero," Margot says, sticking her fingers inside your panties.\n\nShe's getting warmer... Warmer...\n\nThere.\n\nShe's inside you.\n\nYou moan.\n\n"Let me... Let me... Get undressed," you stutter, backing away.\n\n"Alright," Margot says, with a sexy smirk.\n\n"No, this isn't right," you think, as you stand up and stretch the arms of your costume off, push down your spandex, and step out into the dungeon, naked but for your red lingerie and your blue mask.\n\n"Yes, yes, it's so right," you think again, as you lean back toward Margot, sashay your fingers behind her back, and undo her bra.\n\n"No, don't," you think, as Margot reaches her hands around you and unclasps your bra.\n\n"Yes, yes, yes," you think again, as Margot pushes you to the floor, twists around, drops her butt on your face, and moves her head and hands down toward your crotch.\n\nYou can feel her pull your panties down off your waist, pull them down you thighs, pull them finally off your ankles.\n\nYou reach around her butt, grab the back of her panties, and gradually slide them off her thighs.\n\nShe sits up slightly, drops her head, and plunges her tongue to your pussy.\n\nYou utter a sudden, long, loud: "OHHHHHHHH!"\n\nYou hear a faint voice behind you. "Yes, yes, yes..."\n\nSunny?\n\nYou don't care.\n\nYou look up at Margot's naked form, at her swinging breasts, her long legs, at her body working to satisfy you, and you're compelled to stick your face into her cunt.\n\n[[And you fuck... | MARGOT FUCK]]

It's humiliating. But you have to do it.\n\n"Julia, I'm begging you. Please, please don't unmask me. I'll do anything. Anything."\n\nYou really mean it. At this moment, you feel as if you'd do anything to avoid having your secret identity revealed.\n\nJulia laughs. "Would you kiss my feet?"\n\nYou shut your eyes. "Yes."\n\n"Would you... Let me take photographs of you in, say, risque positions?"\n\nYou can feel tears starting to form. "Yes."\n\n"Would you... Give up your superheroine life?"\n\nRivulets dribble down your cheeks. "Yes!"\n\nYou don't mean that last part completely. But you had to say it.\n\nJulia removes her thumb from your mask and steps back. You hang your head and sniffle.\n\n"God, you're pathetic," Julia says. "I don't even care who you are, anymore."\n\nShe starts to jab at the locks holding your wrists with the Lynx dart. "You're right, though. You can fight. I might need your help."\n\nYou look up, your eyes shining and wet. Is she really setting you free?\n\n"Julia, Julia... Thank you," you say.\n\n"Shut up and hold still, princess," she says. You do as you're told, and minutes later, the cuffs spring off your wrists. You bent over, take a Lynx Dart from your pocket, and together you and Julia work on extracting your feet.\n\nIt doesn't take long for you to free yourself. You stand up. You're sore from sitting in the uncomfortable chair, and your butt still burns from the spanking. But being back on your feet otherwise feels incredible.\n\nYou look at Julia, who's looking at you with something between a smirk and a scowl.\n\n[[Punch her in the face. | HOSTAGE PUNCH JULIA ]]\n[[Thank her again, sincerely. | HOSTAGE THANK JULIA]]

You attempt to dodge the incoming punch, but the reach of the thug is long. He socks you in the face, hard, and you tumble over...\n\nFace first into the floor...\n\n[[And fall unconscious... | JULIA CAR UNMASK]]\n

"Margot," you whisper. "Her name is Margot."\n\nYou hang your head.\n\nOh no! What happened!\n\nYou couldn't help it! You had to say her name!\n\nYou look over at Margot. She's looking at you in utter fear.\n\n"Blue Lynx..." she mumbles. "You... How could you?"\n\nSunny laughs. "So, it seems to be working! Not that we couldn't have found that information about her in some other way. It's just more fun when I hear YOU say it, Blue Lynx."\n\nSunny snaps her fingers. The thug gets up and walks out of the dungeon, leaving you three prisoners alone with Sunny, again.\n\n"Question two," Sunny says. "Blue Lynx. Do you or do you not have a crush on my boss, Brent Hammerson?"\n\nYou gulp.\n\n[[And answer. | TRUTH SERUM TWO]]

"We'll stay here and wait for them to come down," you whisper to Margot, "And then we'll pick them off one by one."\n\nMargot nods.\n\nYou creep against the wall next to the staircase, and beckon for Julia and Margot to do the same on the other side.\n\nAnd you wait.\n\nYou listen for sounds from above. But there are none.\n\nSuddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the silence.\n\n"Blue Lynx? You down there?"\n\nYou'd know that smug tone anywhere. It's Brent Hammerson, your arch-nemesis. He's finally arrived.\n\n"Sunny? Anyone?"\n\nYou clear your throat and respond...\n\n[["Just me, Hammerson. I've already taken out your little partner." | ANNOUNCEMENT FAIL]]\n[[With silence. | SILENT SUCCESS]]

"We're going left," you say, pointing in that direction.\n\nMargot nods, and you take off.\n\nYou creep down the hallway, peering into rooms along the way. You see offices, a bathroom, a meeting area. You don't see any people.\n\nWhen you reach the end of the corridor, you find yourself in a familiar space: the foyer where you first came in.\n\nYou see three henchmen milling about. It seems unlikely that you'll be able to sneak by. Which is fine: you've been wanting to kick some ass all night.\n\n"How are we getting by them?" Margot asks.\n\n[[Throw a smoke bomb. | HOSTAGE SMOKE EXIT]]\n[["Let's just get them!" | HOSTAGE MARGOT CHARGE ]]

You drop beneath the incoming punch, and the fist sails above your head.\n\nUnfortunately, the thug's forward momentum carries into you. His knee strikes you in the face, and you spin around to the ground...\n\n[[And fall unconscious... | TV HANG ENDING]]

Sunny stares at you.\n\nShe blinks rapidly.\n\n"Holy shit," she mumbles. "You got it."\n\nYou stare at her. "MMPH?"\n\nReally? Six? The number was six?\n\nYou shake your body in excitement.\n\nSunny looks at you and grimaces. "Well, I may be a villain, but I do have a sense of honor."\n\nShe pulls a knife from her pocket and begins to cut away at your bonds. You feel your wrists freed, then your ankles. You move to a sitting position and pull the gag from your mouth.\n\nYou sit there staring at her.\n\n"So, I can just go? With Julia?"\n\nSunny sighs. "Yeah, sure, Blue Lynx."\n\nYou stand up. The henchmen have all moved away. They seem just as puzzled as you are.\n\n"Well then," you say, beckoning at Julia. "I guess we should get going."\n\nJulia walks up to you, looking you in the eyes.\n\n"Wow," she says, as you turn to leave the building. "I can't believe it was that easy."\n\nYou open the door for her. "Yeah, seems like a funny way for the story to end, doesn't it?"\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

"I'm done with Julia Wright," you say, sneering at the reporter.\n\nJulia stares at you. "So you're just going to leave me here?"\n\nYou nod.\n\nMargot looks at you in utter confusion. "Blue Lynx, are you sure?"\n\nYou pull a smoke bomb from your belt. "This is so she doesn't see your vehicle."\n\nYou throw the pellet at Julia, and the world explodes into plumes of smoke. You hear Julia coughing and yelling as you and Margot jog toward her car.\n\n"BITCH! BITCH!" Julia shrieks.\n\nYou giggle as you jump into the car. Margot keeps staring at you, her mouth open.\n\n"Erin, this is so cruel," she says, starting the ignition.\n\n"She's the cruel one," you reply.\n\n"I don't feel good about this at all."\n\nYou look at Margot and grin. "No way. This is obviously a happy ending."\n\nMargot shakes her head, puts the car and drive, and you speed off into the night, leaving Julia frantically waving her arms, howling.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"I give up," you whimper. "I can't take it anymore. Just... Unmask me."\n\n"Wow," Hammerson says, stepping around to look into your face. "Throwing in the towel already?"\n\nYou nod your head weakly. What else can you do?\n\n"Well, you'll be happy to know that this has all been on camera," Hammerson says, pointing to the corner. "See that rig set up over there?"\n\nYou glance up. And you see it. A cell phone mounted to a staff. How did you not notice it before?\n\n"I don't know what's the most embarrassing thing here for you, Blue Lynx. Getting spanked, getting unmasked, or begging for me to stop it all."\n\nYou grimace and drop your head to the table.\n\nYou've lost your will to fight. To talk. To do anything except surrender.\n\nYour superheroine life is over well before the time Hammerson's got your mask in his hand and his shouting "Erin Steele!" again and again.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"You know what?" you shout. "Fuck this. You all, all of you watching, are fucking disgusting. How dare you participate in this?"\n\nYou feel your chest heaving with emotion.\n\nYou're pissed off.\n\nYou can't imagine your rage is going to help you. But right now, you don't care.\n\nThe phone rings, and Sunny picks up. After talking for a few seconds, she gestures at Hammerson.\n\n"Can we put him on the air?" she mouths.\n\nHammerson nods, and suddenly, a new voice echoes through the room.\n\n"Hey, this is Ron from the country," the voice says. "And I just want to say that, yeah, I am a pervert."\n\nYou frown. What does this mean?\n\nRon continues. "And after listening to this cocky, self-righteous bitch moan for the last ten minutes, can I say something? I really want to see her, you know, humiliated."\n\nHammerson looks up. "How so, Ron? What would you like?"\n\nRon continues. "If you would kindly cut her costume up, so we can all see her tits, I'd be much obliged. I'll pay ten thousand for that, right now."\n\nRon hangs up, and Hammerson nods.\n\n"Well, well, well, well..." Hammerson says. "That is a hefty sum."\n\nYou are stunned. Are they actually going to... Expose you like that... On live television?\n\n"Hammerson, don't!" you shout. "Have some dignity!"\n\nHammerson strolls over to Julia's desk and opens a drawer.\n\n"I think," he says, riffling through the drawer, and finally pulling something out, "We should do it!"\n\nHe lifts a pair of scissors in the air.\n\n"No," you cry. "No! Are you kidding me?"\n\nHammerson takes the scissors and shows them to the camera.\n\n"Parents, you might want to take your children out of the room for this segment," he says. "Just remember: it's all for a good cause."\n\nHammerson turns toward you. He walks at you with the scissors pointed out from him, an evil expression on his face.\n\n"Brent! This is insane!" you protest. You pull at your cuffs, but there's nothing doing.\n\n"I can't argue with that kind of donation, Blue Lynx," Hammerson says, placing the cold metal of a scissors blade against the bare skin of your chest.\n\n"Unmask me, sure, I get that!" you cry. "But to... To do this? Think about your reputation!"\n\nHammerson smirks. "I don't care," he says, leaning into you, lowering his voice. "Right now, I just want to see your tits, too."\n\nYou're speechless as Hammerson opens up the scissors, inserts the blade underneath the V-neck of your costume, and closes. You look down at see the spandex separate from the tear, instantly exposing more of your skin and the red lace of your bra strap.\n\nYou close your eyes and throw back your head. "Nooo..." you whimper.\n\nYou hear snipping, ripping, tearing. Hammerson cuts a straight line out from your V-neck almost to your shoulder, and then turns down. He slices a long, jagged line around your right breast, and then brings it back up. He stops cutting, and you feel his hand clamp down on your breast. Your eyes shoot open, and you look down to see him remove a large swath of blue fabric from your chest. Your chest is now covered half in Blue Lynx blue, half in lingerie red.\n\nYou can't bear to watch as Hammerson moves on to the other side, once again snipping around your boob, once more peeling away spandex. He cuts at the sides of your costume so that by the time he's done just about all of your upper body is exposed.\n\nHe steps back to examine his work.\n\n"Brent," you breathe, "You just can't do this... You can stop now... They've seen enough..."\n\nHammerson looks you in the eye and smiles.\n\n"Maybe they have," he cackles. "But I haven't."\n\nThe next cuts are swift and sharp. He slips the scissor into one bra strap and snips, then quickly severs the other. He cuts a line down through your right side seam, and then your left, so that it's now just sweat keep your underwear clinging to your chest.\n\nHammerson is beaming at you.\n\n"There's just one more cut," he laughs.\n\nAnd then, he runs his scissors delicately up your face, inserting the blades around the middle of your mask.\n\n"No! No!" you cry.\n\nHammerson pushes the blades together, and your mask is cut in two. As the pieces fall along your face, he grabs what remains of your bra and rips it away from your skin.\n\nAll of the sudden, your whole upper half-- your face, your tits, and everything in between-- is completely bare.\n\nYou hang your head and shake your bonds, feeling your breasts swing freely.\n\n"Erin Steele!" Hammerson cries out. "The mayor's daughter?"\n\nYou don't respond. You just look down. You see your bare breasts, feel ashamed, and close your eyes.\n\n"Wow," Sunny says. "That almost seems like an anti-climax. All that fanfare for some tits and Erin Steele?"\n\nHammerson looks at her and laughs.\n\n"Who said we had to stop there?" he says.\n\nAnd then you feel the scissors again, snipping snipping snipping, cutting down from the bottom of your V-neck, cutting toward your lower half and the only secrets you have remaining...\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

You've got to get free. So you nod your head vigorously, pointing your chin at one of the pockets in your belt.\n\n"MMPH MMPH," you say.\n\nJulia licks her lips. "Perfect," she says.\n\nShe pushes herself against the wall, and quickly shimmies up onto her feet. You're impressed as she hops over to you and turns around, placing her just-slightly-free fingers near your belt.\n\n"I'm not close enough," she says.\n\nYour eyes widen as you watch her dip down and sit on your lap. She's not heavy, but she is terribly awkward, bouncing on your thighs, grinding against your front, reaching her fingers out, poking your waist and legs. She finally grabs hold of one of the your belt pocket flaps.\n\n"This the one?" she asks.\n\nYou nod. "MMPH!"\n\nYou hear the sound of her unsnapping the pocket, and then a small jingle. You look down to see that she's gotten a hold of a Lynx dart. She jumps off of your lap, hops around to face you, and smiles.\n\n"Thanks, Blue Lynx," she says, going to work on her bonds. "This will work."\n\nAgain, you're impressed with how quickly Julia moves into action. Has she been tied up before? She is definitely a daring reporter. Maybe she's practiced for situations like this? At any rate, it takes her just a few minutes to cut her wrists free, and just a few minutes after that to release her ankles.\n\nShe kicks the ropes away from her feet. She grins at you.\n\nYou furrow your brow. You gesture at your wrists with your chin. "MMPH," you say. "My turn."\n\nShe doesn't seem to acknowledge your motion. She just looks at your face and smiles.\n\nShe drops the Lynx dart to the floor, where it lands with small metallic clink.\n\nOh no.\n\nShe walks over to you and places a hand around your throat. She pushes up on the underside of your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. She is calm and collected, but clearly also delighted.\n\n"You're not too smart, Blue Lynx," she says.\n\n"MMMPH!" you cry out. You pull at your bonds, kick your feet, shake your head. Nothing happens!\n\n"Time to see who you really are..."\n\nYou feel her fingers on your face.\n\n[[You shut your eyes. | HOSTAGE JULIA UNMASK]]

You lunge at the gun, too.\n\nYou jump on the desk, slide off its surface, and crash into Sunny.\n\nYou tumble to the ground, wrestling with her, looking for the gun.\n\nAnd then you feel it, CRACK, on the back of your skull.\n\n[[And you fade to black... | THE NEXT DAY]]

"Listen! I'm not a menace!" you cry out. "I'm a citizen just like you. I care about our city. And I can't sit by and watch while Hammerson tries to take it over."\n\nHammerson frowns at you. He doesn't like where this is going... So you continue.\n\n"Violence is not the solution to our problems. It's going to take real change, real political action to solve our drug crisis. But in the meantime, we can't have people like Hammerson running the show. He's a danger to everyone in our city."\n\nHammerson steps back into the frame. "Okay," he says, "I think that's enough from you, Blue Lynx."\n\nHe snaps his fingers and a thug steps up to you. The thug unrolls a piece of duct tape and applies it to your lips.\n\n"MMPH!" you cry. "MMPH!"\n\nThe phone rings. Sunny picks it up, has a brief chat, and then sets the receiver back down.\n\n"It's a special request," she says to Hammerson. "He wants us to let the Blue Lynx go."\n\nHammerson stares at her. "Oh yeah? For how much?"\n\n"Ten thousand dollars," Sunny replies.\n\nHammerson shakes his head. "Nope. No way. Not doing it."\n\nYou furrow your brow and shake your head. "MMMPH!" you cry.\n\nThe phone rings again. You watch Sunny answer the call. Minutes later, she makes an announcement.\n\n"We've raised a thousand dollars!"\n\n"Alright, then!" Hammerson crows. "Let's take off her gloves!"\n\nHe snaps at two henchmen standing behind the camera. They walk up to either side of you and yank your gloves from the cuffs and off of your hands.\n\n"MMPH!" you say. This isn't fair at all!\n\nStill, you seemed to have made a point. Because when the phone rings again, Sunny completes the call and makes a solemn announcement.\n\n"She'll pay us five thousand dollars to let the Blue Lynx talk again."\n\nHammerson sighs. "Fine," he says, snapping at the henchmen.\n\nThe thug rips the tape off your lips.\n\n"Oww!" you cry.\n\nBut you can't focus on pain. You have to focus on what to say next. What's gonna buy you some more time?\n\n[[Make up a story about a friend to died of a drug overdose. | POSITIVE LIE]]\n[[Make an impromptu speech on the values of truth and justice. | POSITIVE TRUTH]]

You dash at Sunny.\n\nAnd she sees you coming.\n\nYou get to the end of the chain and pull. But by that point, she's already stepped backward.\n\nShe grins at you.\n\n"Oh, Blue Lynx," she says. "You really think that's going to work?"\n\nYour body relaxes.\n\nDammit.\n\n"Just for that little outburst, we're going to cut to the chase."\n\nYou look up at her.\n\n"Sunny," you plead. "Don't..."\n\n"Question three," she says. "Blue Lynx: What is your secret identity?"\n\n[[You answer. | TRUTH SERUM REVEAL]]

Run away? As the Blue Lynx? Never.\n\nIf these bastards want you, then they've gotta come get you.\n\nYou stand in the middle of the field, surrounded by light, practically a sitting duck. And you put up your fists and get ready to fight.\n\nThe ten thugs are around you within seconds.\n\nYou make the first move. You run up to the first man and leap up, driving your knee into his chin. He cries out as his head flings back and he drops to the ground.\n\nOne down.\n\nYou spin around. There are two men within inches of you. You duck to avoid a punch, and counter with an uppercut. To feel a blow in your lower back. You stumble, find your footing, and respond with a roundhouse kick. It connects with another thug face. Two more bodies crumple to the grass.\n\nThree down.\n\nA thug dives at you, hits the grass first, but reaches out his arms and snatches your ankles. He pulls you in close and holds you tight. You try to kick him off, but his grip is secure.\n\n"I got her! I got her!" he yells.\n\nYou're stuck!\n\nYou see the six remaining men begin their slow trek toward you...\n\n[[Punch at the ankle holder's head. | ANKLE HOLDER PUNCH]]\n[[Focus on fending off the six oncoming men. | SIX THUG STANDOFF]]

"Please..." you whisper. "You might... Be surprised..."\n\nMargot lessens the pressure on your throat slightly as she squats to the ground.\n\n"I must admit, I am curious," she says.\n\nShe delicately grabs a corner of your mask. You shudder, instinctively. But you know this is the only way.\n\n"So who is the Blue Lynx, really?" Margot asks, as she lifts up your mask. She peeks at your face for a second and then immediately puts the fabric back.\n\n"Oh!" she cries out. "Oh my God!"\n\n"What?" Julia says, wandering over. "Who is she? I didn't see!"\n\nMargot removes her foot from your neck. You roll over and cough, listening in to their conversation.\n\n"She's... I... She's just a girl," Margot says.\n\n"Really?" Julia responds. "It seems like you know her."\n\n"No, I don't."\n\nOh my God. Is your plan working?\n\nAs the women talk, you push yourself to your knees. You breathe in deeply, and can feel strength returning to your body.\n\n"Oh shit, she's getting up," Julia says. "Let's get her!"\n\nJulia charges. Just before she reaches you, you swing your arms through the air, again connecting with her face. You stand up as she falls down.\n\n"Augh," she moans, looking at Margot. "Why don't you help me?"\n\n"No," Margot says, her voice suddenly sounding normal. "I'm on her side, now."\n\nJulia cringes. You walk over, kick her lightly in the back of the head, and she slumps into unconsciousness.\n\n"Oh God, Blue Lynx, what happened?" Margot says. "Did I... hurt you?"\n\n"You did," you say. "Sunny gave you a potion. It made you super strong. And super hateful toward me."\n\n"Oh no. I'm so sorry," Margot says, a small sob in her voice.\n\nYou hear a creak, and turn around to see Sunny and a thug enter the dungeon.\n\n"Why aren't you beating her up?" she cries, looking at Margot and gesturing at you. "She's your enemy!"\n\n"No, she isn't," Margot says, crouching into a fighting pose. "I think you are."\n\nSunny groans.\n\n"I wonder if I still have super strength," Margot says.\n\n"There's only one way to find out," you reply.\n\nAnd together, you and Margot dash toward Sunny and the thug. You watch as she easily dispatches the henchman with a few swift punches. You have a bit more trouble with Sunny-- at one point, she has you in a headlock, and Margot has to intervene-- but it doesn't take long until both of your foes are in the ground in an unconscious heap.\n\n"Wow," Margot says. "I'm so strong!"\n\nYou nod. "That was pretty impressive."\n\nIt's time to leave this place.\n\nYou shake Julia awake are are pleasantly surprised when she doesn't want to kill you. You explain to her what's happened and tell her everything's going to be alright.\n\n[[And you stand up alongside your two sidekicks and march confidently out through the concrete door... | BASEMENT LANDING]]\n

"Brent Hammerson is a piece of shit!" you shout.\n\nHammerson looks at you from across the room. The bastard is still smiling.\n\n"Every dollar you donate to this... This game... Goes straight to him!" you say. "And he doesn't do any of this for you. He does it because he's a monster."\n\n"But Blue Lynx," Hammerson says, stepping back into the frame. "Don't you think that's a little harsh?"\n\n"No. I don't," you insist. "And shame on anyone who voted for him! He's so obviously a disgusting, despicable creep!"\n\nHammerson waves his hand at you and faces the camera. "And there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Once again, the city's 'superheroine' insults the public's intelligence."\n\nIs that what you're doing? No, he's twisting your words.\n\nThe phone rings. Sunny picks it up, talks, puts it down.\n\n"We're up to seven thousand!" she cries.\n\n"Getting closer!" Hammerson giggles, snapping at the henchmen. "Take off her belt, please."\n\nA thug steps in front of you and slides his hands behind your back. He unclasps your belt and pulls it from your waist, giving you a gratuitous tap on the ass as he rears back. He holds it out in front of the camera.\n\n"Blue Lynx's utility belt," Hammerson says, pointing at it. He pokes at the pockets full of weapons. "It's not right for a vigilante to have such incredible tools."\n\nThe thug drops your belt, and it lands with a clatter on the floor.\n\nYour waist feels naked. Your hands and feet, too.\n\nYou don't have much time left.\n\nYou've got to try to halt this. You've got to say something.\n\n[["Are you people really that perverted?" | NEGATIVE PERVERTED]]\n[["Can someone please help me?" | NEGATIVE HELP]]

You do have something, alright. Lynx Darts. But there's no way you're going to let Julia have them.\n\nYou shake your head "No." "MMPH," you say.\n\nJulia scoffs. "Fine. I guess we'll just wait here, then."\n\nYou look down at the cuffs on your wrists. The chair is old-- it seems like a kind of ancient torture device-- but it seems unlikely you'd be able to break free on your own. You are entirely at Sunny's mercy.\n\nYou wonder where she went. Is she calling Hammerson now, letting him know who walked in through their front door?\n\nYou hear a click, and suddenly, the cell door opens. Into the room walks a young woman in a costume and mask, just like yours, but black.\n\nOh my God! It's Margot!\n\nShe clicks the door behind her and steps over Julia, who looks up at her and sighs.\n\n"Who are you? The trusty sidekick?"\n\nMargot wisely stays silent and moves toward you. She removes the gag from your mouth. You cough.\n\n"Blue Lynx," Margot whispers.\n\n"Black Bobcat," you respond. "You came for me."\n\n"Yeah. I noticed you hadn't moved for a while on your tracker. So I snuck in through the back. I don't think anyone saw me."\n\nYou grin at your friend. "Now you just gotta get me out of here."\n\n"Yeah," Margot says. "But how I am supposed to do that? It looks like I need a key for these cuffs."\n\n"You do need a key," says Julia, who apparently has been dropping in on your conversation. "That bitch Sunny has one. Good luck getting it."\n\nYou frown at Julia. "Shut up, okay."\n\nMargot looks at you. "So I have to somehow get the key from Sunny?"\n\n"I don't know," you say. "I wouldn't trust this reporter as far as I could throw her."\n\nJulia laughs.\n\n"You can do what you want," she says. "But I am not lying about this."\n\nMargot looks at her, and then back at you. "Well, what are my other options?"\n\nYou shrug. "I don't know. It seems dangerous to go after Sunny on your own. I guess you could find a saw or something? And cut me out?"\n\nMargot nods. "Okay. That's a good idea. I think I saw a toolbox somewhere around here. But what if there's no saw?"\n\nYou look into Margot's eyes. She might be starting to panic.\n\nShe looks at you. "Blue Lynx, what should I do? Help me decide."\n\nYou think about it. And then you respond.\n\n[["Get the key from Sunny." | HOSTAGE SUNNY KEY]]\n[["Find a saw and cut me out." | HOSTAGE SAW]]

Their eyes widen and jaws drop as they see you strut in.\n\nSunny gasps. "Blue... Lynx?"\n\nYou put your hands on your hips and smile at them.\n\n"Hello ladies. Sorry to interrupt your little date."\n\nJulia is sitting in a wheeled desk chair. She scoots backward, facing you. Sunny stands across from her, on the other side of a desk. You see a pistol on the desk's surface, along with an ashtray and a few papers.\n\n"Blue Lynx, you have to help me!" Julia cries. "This woman... She's kidnapped me!"\n\nYou shake your head. "That tactic's not going to work, Julia. I listened to your conversation. I know what this is all about."\n\nJulia's worried face becomes a steely glare. "You know nothing, bitch," she spits.\n\n"I took care of those henchmen," you say, taking another step into the office. "And now I'm going to take care of you."\n\nSunny laughs and begins to clap. "Well done, princess. You've avoided our trap..."\n\nShe stops clapping and places her hands on the desk. You can see her fingers inch near the gun.\n\n"But the fun's just getting started."\n\nYou've been watching Sunny so intently that you haven't noticed Julia stand up from her chair. You turn to face her, and Sunny lunges at the gun.\n\nWithout thinking, you make your move:\n[[Tackle Sunny. | TACKLE SUNNY]]\n[[Tackle Julia. | TACKLE JULIA]]\n[[Dive out of the room. | ESCAPE SHOT]]

You hesitate for a split-second before slamming your head backward into Margot's face. Immediately, Margot releases you, and you spring forward, lowering your shoulder and throwing it into Julia's body.\n\nAs Julia hits the floor, you turn around. Margot is holding her face, a trickle of blood streaming from her nose.\n\n"Oww!" she cries. "Jesus!"\n\n"I'm sorry," you say. And you mean it. But what else were you supposed to do? Stand there and let Julia declare open season on your abdomen?\n\n"You're gonna pay for that!" Margot screams, dashing in your direction.\n\nShe flings a punch at you, which you duck at the last second. You can feel the air whoosh past your face. She's gotten strong. She might even be stronger than you. You'll have to be careful...\n\nA blow on the back of your legs sends your feet in the air and drops you on your butt.\n\nYou spin on your haunches. And Julia's knuckles meet your cheek.\n\n"Ugh!" you cry, crashing into the floor.\n\nYou're dazed, going in and out of consciousness, when you feel fingers gripping at the scruff of your costume. Powerful arms yank you by your spandex to your feet.\n\n"Poor little Blue Lynx," Julia squawks, her arms holding you seemingly all over. "She seems to be having a bit of trouble..."\n\nShe's right. You are having "a bit" of trouble. You might be able to fend the girls off if you're hands weren't bound...\n\nBut how are you going to convince them to uncuff you?\n\nYou have to try something. You have two ideas: playing the ultra-confident superheroine, or playing the ultra-pathetic weakling.\n\nWhich one will inspire them to free you?\n\n[[Being a badass and insulting them. | BADASS INSULT]]\n[[Being afraid and praising them. | COWARD PLEA]]

"Just, please," you say, your voice trailing off. "Please... Help me..." \n\nYou hang your head.\n\n"She's pretty pathetic, isn't she?" Hammerson says, stepping back into the camera lens.\n\nThe phone rings.\n\nYou shut your eyes, and wish you could shut you ears. You don't want to know what Sunny will say next. But her voice is irrepressible...\n\n"Ten thousand dollars!" she cries out. "We've earned ten thousand dollars!"\n\nHammerson looks back at you and smiles. "Well, folks, you know what that means!"\n\nHe wanders up to the wooden wheel and places a hand next to your hip.\n\n"It's time to unmask the Blue Lynx!"\n\nA sense of dread overtakes you. This is it.\n\nYou look into Hammerson's eyes, and immediately turn away. He's grinning like an idiot. You simply can't look at him right now.\n\nYou try to focus on something else. You look at the camera lens, and then beyond it... And you see a small figure dressed in black. A woman with reddish-brown hair...\n\nOh my God! It's Margot!\n\nShe's snuck inside, and she's coming to save you!\n\nYou squint, and can see her ducking around, looking for something.\n\nIs she trying to cut the power?\n\n"Alright, Sunny," Hammerson says, putting his left hand on your waist, and his right hand up on your cheek. "Give me a countdown."\n\nSunny stands up. "Here we go..."\n\nYou need to stall them, somehow. You need to give Margot some more time!\n\n"10... 9... 8..."\n\nHammerson slips his thumb underneath your mask and presses down on your skin.\n\n"7...6..."\n\nYou feel his hot breath, feel his hand on your waist pinching you tighter.\n\n"5...4..."\n\nCome on, Margot!\n\n"3...2..."\n\nArgh! You've got to do something!\n\n[[Yank your head away from Hammerson's fingers. | HEAD YANK]]\n[[Scream as loud as you can in Hammerson's face. | SCREAM TACTIC]]

You fling your head backward. But there's nothing there! Your long black locks whoosh through the air.\n\nHis arms are too long!\n\nYou tense your biceps, but they cannot break the henchman's grip. You kick out your legs, and suddenly another henchman has a hold of them. The pair of men lift you in the air. The first man now wraps his arms around your torso, while the second slides up to your thighs. They're holding you close. Tight. You can only shake your head and grit your teeth.\n\nThey've got you!\n\nThe turn around, and so turn you around, too, to face Sunny. "Alright boss, what do we do with the little kitty cat now?"\n\nSunny leaves Julia in the care of one of the henchmen and wanders over to you. She's grinning a big, evil grin. She's always had a thing for you, especially when you're in perilous situations like this one.\n\nShe places her hand under your chin to better look into your face.\n\nShe laughs. "I think the Blue Lynx should decide."\n\nThe henchmen laugh.\n\n"Blue Lynx," Sunny says. "Tell me... And do think about your answer, because it means a lot... Heads or tails?"\n\nYou sneer at her. This is a trick question. Still, you don't seem to have a choice but to answer it.\n\n[["Heads." | HOSTAGE HEADS]]\n[["Tails." | HOSTAGE TAILS ]]\n[[Don't answer. Spit at her. | HOSTAGE SPIT]]

"No," she says.\n\nYou sigh.\n\nGood.\n\n"Do you have a plan?" Julia asks.\n\nYou look at her. No, of course you don't. But you won't say that to her.\n\nThe concrete door on the wall opposite from you opens with a slow, steady creak. And in through the crack walks Sunny.\n\nShe's smiling the widest, most menacing smile you've ever seen.\n\nWhat the hell is going on?\n\nShe bends down, setting a small briefcase on the ground. She unsnaps the locks on the case and opens it up. She rises to her feet.\n\n"Hello, ladies," she coos. "Welcome."\n\nShe looks first at Julia, and then gives you a long, lingering glance.\n\n"Blue Lynx. Such a special surprise."\n\nYou scoff. "Yeah. It's always a pleasure to get to see you, Sunny. And kick your ass."\n\nSunny laughs. "You should be more diplomatic, Blue Lynx. We had you dead-to-rights very, very recently. It's only my sense of fun that kept your precious little secret identity from being revealed."\n\nYou gulp.\n\n"Let's wake up sleeping beauty," she says, strutting over to Margot. She bends down and pats her on the cheek. "Wake up, you. Wake up."\n\nYou watch Margot's eyes flutter.\n\n"Augh!" she cries, scrambling toward the wall away from Sunny. "It's you!"\n\nSunny laughs. "It's me."\n\nYou want to turn her attention away from Margot. "Where's my gear?" you shout.\n\nSunny looks at you. "Oh, it's safe. Don't worry, Blue Lynx. You'll never get to use it again. But I'm sure it will move on to a nice, new home."\n\n"What are you doing?" you yell. "Why are we chained up?"\n\nSunny grins. "I thought you'd never ask."\n\nShe walks back to the center of the room and places her hands on her hips.\n\n"As you know, Blue Lynx, the boss loves to try out new product. So we figured, why not try it out on you?"\n\nYou blink. "Product? Try out? What?"\n\nSunny gestures at the briefcase on the floor. "Inside that case are a series of... Potions. New things the boss and his scientists have been working on. Tonight, you and your friend and this dumb reporter here will be the first to get a taste."\n\nSunny bends down and pulls out three vials from the case: one red, one blue, and one black.\n\n"So, which one do you want to try first?"\n\nYou stare into Sunny's eyes. "What? I don't even know what they are!"\n\nSunny nods. "Yes, that's part of the fun, right?"\n\nYou lower your gaze. "You... bitch..."\n\n"Choose wisely, Blue Lynx. Each of the potions pack a wallop, but you'll find that some pack a little more than others."\n\nYou look to the sides at Julia, still standing, and Margot, still crouched along the ground. They're both speechless. Terrified. They're waiting for you to choose.\n\nYou take a deep breath.\n\nAnd you pick...\n\n[[Red. | RED VIAL]]\n[[Blue. | BLUE VIAL]]\n[[Black. |PURPLE VIAL]]

"Get Sunny and Julia!" you yell, as you run toward Hammerson and the two thugs.\n\nHammerson reaches inside his jacket to pull out something-- probably a gun-- but you quickly grab him by the shoulders and throw him into the two thugs. The three men fall down in an awkward pile. As one of the thugs tries to get up, you deliver a kick to his jaw. He flips backward and hits the ground hard. Unconscious? You hope...\n\nThe second thug grabs your ankle. You use your free boot to crush his wrist, and he immediately releases you. \n\nYou look over and see Hammerson clambering to his feet, once again tucking his hand inside his jacket. You walk up to him and pull his arm out, holding it in the air with a strong, confident grip.\n\n"Will you just fight me like a man, already?" you say.\n\nHe sneers at you and tries to punch you in the face. You block the attack and counter with an elbow to his throat. He falls backward, clutching his neck, coughing.\n\nYour three male opponents have been dealt with. But what about...\n\n"Hold it right there, Blue Lynx!" Sunny says.\n\nYou turn around. You first notice Julia on the floor, her face to the ground, squirming around, conscious but clearly injured. And then you see Sunny and Margot. Your foe has your friend in an uncomfortable looking headlock. Margot is wincing as Sunny hovers the Black Bobcat's own taser near her neck.\n\n"Surrender now, or your little friend is in for a shock!"\n\nYou drop your fists to your sides.\n\nYou doubt that the taser alone would kill Margot. But there's no denying that it would be extremely painful. Probably the most excruciating thing for Margot to ever feel.\n\nBut maybe that pain is worth it? I mean, can you really surrender now? There's a chance you'll be able to escape, again. There's always a chance. But you've gotten so far...\n\nYou sigh. And then...\n\n[[You charge at Sunny. | MARGOT TAZED]]\n[[You raise your arms. "Alright. Fine." | TAZER SURRENDER]]

"Come on," you say, turning your back so that Sunny can see the curve of your butt. "Find out more about me."\n\nSunny looks at you posing and is clearly interested.\n\n"This feels like a trap," Sunny says. "But that is a nice ass."\n\nShe steps toward you.\n\n"Blue Lynx. Do you have a nice ass?" Sunny asks, smiling.\n\nThe drug compels you to answer.\n\nBut you don't mind.\n\n"Yes, I really do," you say, giving your voice a sultry tone.\n\nSunny takes another step. "You've got those nice tits, too. Don't you? Huh, Blue Lynx? Don't you have nice tits?"\n\nYou answer with a shake of your breasts.\n\n"Oh yeah, they're great," you say. You definitely mean that one, too.\n\nSunny is hypnotized by your movement. She's just a couple of yards from you now.\n\n"Blue Lynx..." she says. "Is this a trap?"\n\nYou spring onto Sunny, wrapping your legs around her body, throwing her to the ground, digging your crotch into her.\n\n"Yes!" you cry. "It is!"\n\nYou speedily readjust your legs until your thighs are holding Sunny's throat. You apply pressure, and she cries out.\n\n"AHH! Damn!" she yells.\n\nYou've got her!\n\nNow you've got to get free, somehow.\n\nIf you call out to the henchmen, he could come it, uncuff you. You could threaten to break Sunny's neck if he doesn't.\n\nMaybe it's best if you have Sunny do it, though? It would make the situation seem extra desperate.\n\nYou make a decision, and you say...\n\n[["Hey thug! Come in here right now or I break your boss's neck!" | TRUTH SERUM FREE]]\n[["Sunny. You better get that thug in here now. Or I'll kill you." | TRUTH SERUM SUNNY TRICK]]

You gotta go with your lucky color.\n\n"Blue," you say. "I'm picking Blue, obviously."\n\nSunny laughs. \n\n"Well of course you are," she says, bending down to reach the blue vial.\n\n"Here's the thing, though," she continues, opening the concrete door and snapping her fingers. A thug walks into the dungeon.\n\n"It's not for you."\n\nWhat?\n\nYou watch as Sunny and the thug walk over to Margot, roughly yank her up to her feet, hold her in place, and empty half of the blue vial down her throat.\n\n"No!" you shout, shaking your neck chain.\n\nThey drop Margot, and she returns to the floor, her lips stained blue. She coughs.\n\nSunny and the thug cross the room. They grab Julia and repeat the process with her. Once the vial is emptied, they toss it aside and let Julia fall to the ground.\n\n"You bitch!" you scream at Sunny. "What have you done?"\n\n"Give it a minute or two," Sunny giggles. "And you'll see."\n\nShe turns back to the door, opens it, and again snaps her fingers. Two more thugs run into the dungeon.\n\n"Alright," she says. "Unlock all of them. But leave Blue Lynx's cuffs in place. We don't want her to have too many advantages, now."\n\nThe thugs move to the prisoners and begin unlatching the neck collars. You feel your thug breathing on your neck.\n\n"Sunny!" you yell. "What is going on?"\n\nWhen you hear the click of the collar unclasping, you immediately run forward. But the thug quickly ensnares you in this thick arms.\n\n"The blue potion could be called The Blue Lynx potion," Sunny says with a smile. "It's our effort to create a drug that would make normal people as strong and agile as you."\n\nYou bare your teeth. You don't exactly feel strong and agile in the clutches of this hulking henchman. But you decide to stay silent about it.\n\n"We've mixed a few other thing in there, too," Sunny says. "Like, a hatred of you."\n\n"What?"\n\n"Yes, yes, yes," Sunny laughs. "As soon as these girls are unleashed, they're going to come for you. They want to defeat you more than anything else."\n\nYou look to the left, and then the right. Margot and Julia are completely free of their bonds; they're being held in place by thug bearhugs, like you. You can see in their eyes something-- an aggression that wasn't there before.\n\n"But they're just two normal women, right, Blue Lynx?" Sunny says. "Surely a mighty superheroine can take them on."\n\nShe snaps her fingers. "Good luck."\n\nThe thug holding you tosses you backward. You smash against the wall and fall to your knees. You quickly spin around to see the three thugs and Sunny leave the room and slam the door shut.\n\n"Dammit," you mutter.\n\nAnd then, you're kicked from the side.\n\nYour hands are still cuffed, so you can barely break your fall. You hit the ground and roll over. Margot is standing over you, a fiery look on her face.\n\n"Blue Lynx," she says, in an unfamiliar low growl. "My greatest enemy."\n\nYou look up at her. "No, Margot, listen," you say.\n\nShe snatches your wrists and jerks you up to your feet. You're surprised at how easily she spins you around and wraps her arms around you. You struggle in her grip, and find yourself facing Julia.\n\n"Hold her still," Julia grumbles.\n\n"No! Julia, don't..."\n\nShe winds up a punch and socks you in the stomach. \n\nIt hurts!\n\n"Augh," you cry out.\n\nThis blue potion... It really did something to these girls.\n\nYour instinct is to throw your head back and smaash your bearhugger in the face. But you remember that the person holding you is your best friend. You pause.\n\nYou don't want to hurt Margot. But you see Julia winding up another punch, and...\n\n[[You headbutt your partner. | BLUE HEADBUTT]]\n[[You stand still. | BLUE BELLYPUNCH]]

It will take longer, for sure. But rappeling down the front of the building seems like the only way to guarantee your safety. You just hope you can get down in time to help Margot...\n\nYou hook your grappel into the low wall on the roof's edge, and jump over the side.\n\nAs you scale the wall, you hear noises: a car door opening, and then slamming shut, and then opening again. You hear a small scream that's silenced just seconds later.\n\nYou turn your head. You can see the thugs reaching into Margot's car, their arms wrapping her up.\n\n"Shit!" you mutter. You look down. You're only about ten feet of the ground, so you jump.\n\nYou land on your feet, and your ankle crumples beneath you.\n\n"Augh!" you cry, stumbling to the parking lot. You wince and roll on the ground, clutching your boot.\n\nDid you twist it? Or just tweak it? Whatever happened, it hurts like hell.\n\nThe thugs have turned away from Margot and are staring at you. They must have heard your yelp.\n\nYou've got to get up!\n\nYou roll over onto your knees, and then slowly climb up, one foot at a time. You place your boots on the ground with steady, nervous steps.\n\n"Okay, good," you think. "It doesn't feel like it's twisted. But..."\n\nSuddenly, thick, muscular arms envelop you. They pull you in close to a hard, broad body and lift you up off the ground. You feel them squeeze you, and know you're trapped in a particularly strong bearhug.\n\n"Ugh!" you shout. "What the...?"\n\nYou try to twist your head, and turn it enough to see the building behind you. The front door is open, and henchmen are pouring out. Someone must have seen you as you hit the pavement!\n\nYou tense up your muscles and tight to break free of the bearhug. But the thug has you tight.\n\nThis does not look good.\n\nYou look ahead, and see the thugs you first noticed pulling Margot out of her car. Your friend is struggling wildly, kicking and screaming, but the henchmen are clearly in control. It doesn't take long for them to wrap her up in a bearhug much like the one you're in.\n\n"Ugh! No!" you shout, twisting your body. You can hear the voices of thugs laughing softly behind you and to your sides.\n\nAnd then, a familiar face steps out in the front of you. An attractive female face topped with bleached-blonde hair. A woman clad almost entirely in leather.\n\nA woman named Sunny.\n\n"Why hello there, Blue Lynx," she cackles. "Were you trying to break in?"\n\n"Sunny," you sneer. "How dare you..."\n\n"How dare I what, superheroine? How dare I defend my property from intruders? How dare I set traps for pesky feline vermin?"\n\nYou stare at her and shake your head. "Sunny. Let my friend go. You can have me. But..."\n\nSunny laughs. "I don't think so, babe. She's part of the game, now."\n\nShe pulls a small syringe from her pocket and smiles.\n\n"Consider this a small taste of what's to come."\n\nYou can only squirm and scream as Sunny cocks your head to the side and plunges the syringe into the side of your neck.\n\nSeconds later...\n\n[[You pass out... | DRUG DEATH TRAP BEGINNING]]\n\n\n\n

"I know not all of you like me," you say, focusing your eyes on the camera lens. "There are some of you who'd love to see me unmasked, who'd love to see me, you know, beaten up."\n\nYou clear your throat. "But you have to believe me when I say that it is Brent Hammerson, and not the Blue Lynx, who is the real threat to the city. You have to beat him, not me. He's the one who's destroying your children. He's the one who's ruining your communities."\n\nHammerson is running his hands through his hair. He'd love to shut you up. But at this point, he knows it might cost him.\n\nYou keep talking, saying the most inspirational things you can think. It flows out of you like water, you can't stop.\n\nAnd then, just as you're wrapping up, you see a new face behind the camera. A face creeping into the studio. A masked face, but a familiar one, still...\n\nMargot!\n\nShe's dressed in her Black Bobcat outfit.\n\nShe's here to rescue you!\n\nYou've got to keep talking. You've got to distract them.\n\n"It's hard being a superheroine. It's scary. It looks glamorous on TV, but one mistake, and it's over. Men like Hammerson fantasize about tying me up, unmasking me, killing me..."\n\nYour speech is interrupted by an explosion. Suddenly, plumes of smoke spread through the room. You hear coughing, struggling, yelling. And then, seconds later, you hear a familiar voice.\n\n"Erin," Margot whispers. "It's me."\n\nYou're so happy you could scream. Your friend is here, a superheroine just like you, using a smoke bomb to save you. You're so proud.\n\n"I'm gonna get you out of here!" Margot says.\n\nShe picks at your right handcuff with a Lynx dart. After just a bit of work, the screw pops off, and you unleash your hand.\n\n"Margot, get me a dart! I'll get my other hand while you do my ankles!"\n\nShe gives you one, and just a few minutes later, you're free! You jump down off the wheel just as the smoke is clearing...\n\nAnd you and Margot find yourself standing in the middle of a circle of villains: Julia and Sunny on your left, two henchmen on your right, and Hammerson directly in front of you, running his fingers through his slicked-back hair.\n\n"Where the hell did you come from?" he asks, pointing at Margot.\n\n"The Black Bobcat always lurks near the shadows of evil," Margot says.\n\nIt's corny, but you like it.\n\n"You ruined the show!" Julia cries. "We were so close, and you just... Fucked it up!"\n\n"Forget about the show," Sunny says. "Let's just get these bitches."\n\nYour foes all take a step toward you.\n\nYou'll have to split them up.\n\n[["Black Bobcat: Focus on the women! I'll take these douchebags!" | BOBCAT WOMEN]]\n[["Black Bobcat: Focus on the men! I'll handle these bitches!" | BOBCAT MEN]]

A kick in your stomach curls you into a ball.\n\nA kick to your back, and you're straight again.\n\nYou're reaching for your back, and one of them grabs your ankles. He spins you around in a circle, releases you.\n\nYou float you the air.\n\nYou collide with a wall.\n\nYou hit the ground.\n\nYou're up on your knees, and then, another kick to the stomach.\n\nYou're on your back again. You roll over. Someone pulls you up by the back of your costume.\n\nThey turn you around. They slap at your ass. \n\nSomeone pulls your hair, pulls your face up, and then, a punch.\n\nIt knocks your head back, makes you stumble, makes you fall to the ground.\n\nYour eye roll back into your head.\n\nAnd you fall unconscious.\n\n[[Next. | HOSTAGE CHAIR TIE]]

You move down the hallway unti you hear two voices behind a partially opened door.\n\nYou crouch down and peer in through the crack. You see two women.\n\nThe first is a slender, muscular babe with bleached blonde hair dressed almost entirely in leather. You know her. She's Sunny, Hammerson's right hand woman.\n\nThe second is a frumpier, middle-aged woman with long dark curly hair. She's wearing a skirt, jacket, and heels. You've seen her, too. She's Julia Wright, the reporter you're supposed to save tonight.\n\nThe women are talking to each other cordially. You bend down closer to listen in.\n\n"Alright, we should probably tie you up now," Sunny says. "To create the effect."\n\nJulia laughs. "Yeah. I can't wait until the 'mighty' Blue Lynx sees what we have in store for her."\n\nShe says "mighty" with an ironic twist.\n\nBitch.\n\nSo she's working with Sunny, now?\n\nHas this whole thing been a set-up? A trap?\n\nYou're not going to wait to find out.\n\n[[You burst through the door. | SUNNY JULIA CONFRONTATION]]

"Margot!" you shout. "Don't move! Keep holding her!"\n\nYou're not sure if Margot can beat this henchman. It's best for her to focus on Sunny.\n\nBut what are you going to do? You feel the thug's fingers grip you tighter and tighter. You kick your body up from the floor, and nothing happens.\n\nThen, it hits you. Your belt!\n\nYou always forget about your belt!\n\nYou keep one hand punching at the henchman's torso, and you slip the other into a pocket of your belt, from which you extract a Lynx Dart.\n\nYou jab the weapon into the thug's side, and the result is immediate. He jumps back and screams in pain.\n\nThen, you're on him. Literally. You are around his neck, putting him in a chokehold. You wrestle him to the ground, and soon, he's out.\n\nYou turn to Margot, who's making a desperate attempt to keep Sunny on the floor. You strut over to them and stare your foe in the eyes.\n\n"Find your camera?" you ask, sarcastically.\n\nSunny glares at you. "You whore. You dirty, filthy..."\n\nYou kick Sunny in the head and she too falls unconscious.\n\nMargot rises from the floor and looks around the room, taking stock of the unconscious bodies: Sunny, the henchman, and Julia Wright. She glances at you. "Wow. We got them good."\n\nYou nod. "Yeah. Now let's get out of here."\n\nYou creep out of the cell and find yourself in a hallway.\n\nYou turn around to face Margot. "Black Bobcat, you came in this way. How do we get out?"\n\nMargot looks on way, and then the other. "Shit," she admits. "I don't remember."\n\nYou sigh. "I guess I'll pick, then."\n\n[[Go left. | HOSTAGE GO LEFT]]\n[[Go right. | HOSTAGE GO RIGHT]]

"You're not my enemy," you insist, looking into Julia's eyes. "You're..."\n\nSuddenly, Margot comes charging from behind. She slams her shoulder into your lower back. You holler in pain and drop to one knee.\n\nJulia steps toward you and raises an uppercut to your chin. You fly off of your knee and onto your back.\n\nPain shoots through your body. You want to move, but can't. You can only watch as Margot places her foot on your throat and presses down.\n\n"Margot..." you gasp, staring into her eyes. "Don't..."\n\nJulia is clapping. Margot sneers at you.\n\n"I could kill you now, bitch," she says.\n\n"No..." you whisper. "You can't..."\n\nBut you know she can. And she will.\n\nYou think of a last-ditch ploy. If you tell Margot your secret identity, then maybe she'll have second thoughts. Just because she hates you doesn't mean she hates Erin Steele. Maybe if she sees that Blue Lynx and Erin are one in the same, she'll let you go.\n\nBut that would mean revealing your identity to Julia! Could you really do that?\n\nMargot leans into your throat. You can feel your windpipe shrinking with the pressure...\n\nAnd... You... Say...\n\n[[Nothing. | THROAT STOMP]]\n[["Margot... Take off my mask... Please..." | MARGOT UNMASKS YOU]]

You can't keep it in.\n\nYou want to. You need to.\n\nBut... You... Can't!\n\n"Erin Steele!" you cry out.\n\nSunny gives you a bewildered look. "What? Erin Steele? The Mayor's daughter?"\n\nYou have to answer this question, too.\n\n"Yes," you mumble. "Yes."\n\n"NO!" Margot shouts.\n\n"What?" Julia cries.\n\nAnd Sunny just laughs and laughs.\n\nYour career is over. Your life is... Done.\n\nYou chose the black vial.\n\nAnd now: Sunny knows your secret.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

"I hate you!" you shout, lowering your shoulder and dashing at Julia.\n\nYou catch her body with yours, and she stumbles backward. The problem is, so do you. As she falls to the ground, her legs trip you up. You topple to the ground, your arms and legs exploding from your body as you hit the floor.\n\nYou push yourself up from the ground with your hands and spin...\n\nAnd meet the lens of Julia's camera.\n\nSNAP!\n\nThe flash temporarily blinds you. You shut your eyes and wave your gloves in front of your face.\n\n"Argh!" you cry, sitting back on your haunches. You can hear Julia rise to her feet. You can hear her low, menacing chuckle.\n\n"So," she says. "The Blue Lynx, the city's greatest superheroine, is actually Erin Steele, the mayor's daughter."\n\nYou press your gloves to your face, but you realize that it's already much too late.\n\nNo.\n\nNo!\n\n"Wait till the paper gets a hold of these photos," Julia says, skipping away from you. "See ya soon, Erin!"\n\n"No! Julia! Don't!" you cry, trying to get up, but falling back to your knees.\n\nYou clench your fists, grit your teeth.\n\nAnd sob.\n\nBecause that's it. You're through.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

You're dreaming.\n\nYou're flying. You're up in the clouds. You're whizzing by cities. You're... Supergirl.\n\nYou feel your cape whipping behind you in the wind. Your skirt billowing. Your hair long and wavy...\n\nIt's good to be a superheroine...\n\nAnd then you wake up.\n\nYou've been shackled to a tall, mercilessly straight, old wooden chair. There are cuffs built into the chair arms, cuffs that now manacle your wrists. There appear to be cuffs around your ankles, too-- you can't move your legs-- though you're having trouble seeing them around your thighs. Your head is being held in place by something, as well: you find it hard to turn your neck. Your field of vision has been restricted to whatever is immediately in front of you.\n\nWhat's in front of you is a small room, empty except for one thing: Julia Wright, that reporter, who sits against the wall opposite you, her ankles and wrists bound with thick rope.\n\nShe shakes her head at you. "Really, Blue Lynx? Going through the front door?"\n\n"Shut up," you respond. But it comes out as "MMMPH MMPH."\n\nSo they've gagged you, too. Great.\n\nJulia giggles. "I'm sorry. You've had a rough night. Getting spanked. Literally and figuratively."\n\nShe laughs. What is wrong with this bitch? Doesn't she see what a jam they're in?\n\n"Listen, Blue Lynx," she says, calmly. "Do you have anything that I can break these ropes with? Anything sharp in that belt of yours? I can get up and move. But I can't get free."\n\nYou stare at her. You do in fact have some Lynx darts in one of your pockets. You could offer her one, she could get free, and then hopefully set you free. But can you really trust her?\n\n"Come on, Blue Lynx. Do you have anything, or what?"\n\n[[You nod. | HOSTAGE NOD]]\n[[You shake your head. | HOSTAGE HEAD SHAKE]]

You type in "5, 5, 5, 5."\n\nThe keypad emits a cheery sound.\n\n"Ha," you laugh to yourself. "It's really that easy, huh?"\n\nYou turn the handle, open the door, and walk into the building.\n\nThe room is silent. Lights are on, but it's still mostly dark. You creep around the "set," making your way toward the opposite wall, where you see a partially open door. You pass through it and find yourself in a hallway.\n\nJulia's got to be around here, somewhere...\n\nYou train your ears on your surroundings. You can hear voices on either side of the hallway. On your left, you hear several low male voices. On the right, you can hear a higher-pitched voice. A female voice. Perhaps Julia?\n\nYou turn to the...\n\n[[Left. | HALLWAY THUGS FIGHT]]\n[[Right | HALLWAY JULIA DISCOVERY]]

You're unbuttoning your belt flaps as discreetly as you can, when suddenly you're lifted from the ground.\n\nYou kick and shake your fists. They've grabbed you by the back of the belt, and are now letting you dangle in the air.\n\nFive voices join in laughter.\n\nHow... humiliating.\n\n"This has been fun," one of them says. "But it's time to say goodnight, Blue Lynx."\n\nIn your peripheral vision, you can see one of the men winding up a punch.\n\nAnd here you are, hanging like a pinata.\n\nThe fist flies your way.\n\nNot a whole lot you can do except try to mitigate the damage.\n\n[[Lean into the punch. | THUG KNOCK OUT]]\n[[Turn away from the punch. | BRUSH UNMASKING]]

You open a wide desk drawer and find a small key. You bring it to the cabinet, insert it in the lock, and turn it.\n\nThe drawer pops open!\n\nYou peer inside and find a heap of clothes-- Julia's jacket, skirt, and heels, and Margot's jeans, sweater, and boots-- and the your stolen superheroine gear.\n\n"Oh, thank God," Julia says, snagging her outfit.\n\nTogether, you get dressed. You feel your superheroine confidence surge as your clip your belt around your waist. Can you imagine leaving here without it?\n\nJust as you're straightening out your boots and preparing to leave, a thug wanders down the staircase.\n\n"What the?" he says, stepping into the room. "They've escaped!"\n\nHe turns around. "Guys, quick! Get down here!"\n\nYou step up and punch the henchman in the face, and he falls to the ground hard. Unconscious, you think.\n\nThere's a rumble of steps up above.\n\nSeems like the cavalry is coming.\n\nWhat do you do?\n\n[[Wait for them to come down, throw a smoke bomb, and kick ass. | KICK ASS WAIT]]\n[[Charge up the stairs with Margot and Julia, throw a smoke bomb, and kick ass. | KICK ASS STORM]]

You flit in and out of consciousness.\n\nYou feel hands lifting you up.\n\nYou see darkness, colors, pure white light.\n\nYou feel your body being turned.\n\nYou make small sounds as your arms and legs are secured.\n\nYou hear voices. A female voice. A male voice. Laughter.\n\nYou hear more, feel more, see more...\n\nYour eyes open slowly.\n\nYou see a camera. A large, stationary camera, like at a film studio. A camera with its lens pointed at you.\n\nBehind the camera is a thug. He's looking into the viewer, presumably at you.\n\nYou want to step out of his field of vision. But you can't move your legs.\n\nYou look down and see why: your legs have been shackled to some kind of board.\n\nYou look up, and see that your wrists have been shackled, too. Metal cuffs. Screwed into a piece of wood.\n\nYou're standing spreadeagle against a large slab.\n\nThat wheel. That big carnival wheel you saw earlier.\n\nWhat could they possibly have planned for you?\n\n"Blue Lynx," a male voice says. "You're awake."\n\nYou turn your head and look to your left. You see two figures at a desk. One is a woman with long black curly hair sitting in a chair. You know her: it's Julia Wright, the reporter you're supposed to rescue.\n\nThe other figure, standing across the desk from Julia, is a tall man in a black suit. He runs his fingers through his slicked-back hair, and you immediately know him, too: it's Brent Hammerson. Your arch-nemesis.\n\n"Can you hear me, Blue Lynx?" Hammerson asks. He steps toward you, placing his hand on the board directly to the left of your hip.\n\n"Brent Hammerson," you grunt, staring him in the eyes.\n\nHe smiles. "Welcome to the show."\n\nYou pull at the cuffs on your wrists, but they refuse to budge even a millimeter. Hammerson grins as he watches you struggle.\n\n"It's no use, babe. You're not breaking those cuffs. They're special order."\n\nYou exhale.\n\n"Fine," you say, "You've got me. So now what? What is this?"\n\nYou look over at Julia. "And what the hell is she doing here? Isn't she a hostage?"\n\nJulia turns her head and smirks. "No, Blue Lynx," she says. "I'm afraid YOU'RE the hostage."\n\nShe laughs, and Hammerson joins her.\n\nYou blink at them. "What?"\n\n"This whole thing... It's been nothing but a trap," Hammerson says. "A trap to catch a little cat. A little cat who's been getting in to all my business."\n\n"Yes," Julia says, drumming her fingers on the desk. "When Brent reached out to me with a plan to capture you, and then unmask you... Well, let's just say I was interested."\n\nYou scowl at her. "Do you know who this man even is?" you cry out. "Brent Hammerson is responsible for the city's drug trafficking. Brent Hammerson is behind it all."\n\nJulia nods. "Yes, I'm heard that rumor. And I don't care."\n\nYou shut your eyes. Ugh. Of course. The whole thing smelled funny from the start. What are the odds that the hostage in this situation would be the reporter most interested in the Blue Lynx's secret identity?\n\n"We've got a special report planned for tonight," Julia says. "And Brent promises to donate the proceeds to anti-drug initiatives in the area."\n\nYou look at Hammerson. "Special report? Proceeds? Anti-drug intiatives?" You laugh softly. "That's rich."\n\nHammerson places his other hand on the other side of you and leans in close.\n\n"Seeing you all spreadeagle like this... It's a good look for you, Blue Lynx."\n\n"Whatever," you spit.\n\n"I just can't wait to see the pretty face behind that mask."\n\nHe places a hand on your thigh. "And later... I can't wait to see the pretty body behind this costume."\n\nYou try to shake him off your leg. "Ugh!"\n\n"Let's start rolling," Hammerson says, stepping backward, pointing at the camera-thug. "Sunny, you ready?"\n\nYou look up and see, to the left of the camera, a small desk with an old-fashioned phone. Behind the desk is Sunny.\n\n"Yes sir. Ready to take calls."\n\nCalls? What's going on here?\n\n[[You're about to find out. | WHEEL DEATHTRAP PRIMER]]\n\n

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"\n\nHammerson slips his thumb from your mask, steps back from you and clutches his ears.\n\n"Goddammit!" he yells, barely audible over your voice.\n\nYou continue: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"\n\nYou look around, your voice still carrying. Everyone's looking at you. Julia, Sunny, the henchmen. You even see Margot's face pop up for a second before she's right back to work. She knows what to do.\n\n"Hey, could someone please shut that bitch up!" Hammerson yells.\n\nA thug wanders over to you and punches you in the stomach. Your scream immediately ceases as you double over and cough. The thug grabs your face and pushes it back against the wooden wheel. He then places a large piece of duct tape on your lips.\n\n"MMMMPH!" you yell. "MMMMPH!"\n\nHammerson shakes his head. "That's much better."\n\nHe once again places his hand on your hip, once more slips his thumb underneath your mask.\n\n"Now, will you just hold still," he whispers.\n\n"MMPH!" you cry.\n\n"Sunny!" he yells. "What number were we on?"\n\nWithout missing a beat, Sunny announces: "4...3..."\n\nAnd then, suddenly, the room is dark.\n\nMargot's shut off the power!\n\nYou feel Hammerson remove his hands and step away from you. "What the hell is going on?" he yells.\n\n"Power's off!" Sunny replies.\n\n"Yes, I know that," Hammerson says. "So who's doing something about it? Where's a damn flashlight?"\n\nYou hear bodies stumble around, wander into things. Grunting and groaning. Hammerson swearing. The room is dark, but not completely pitch black: moonlight shines through the windows and the glass door.\n\n"Hey," a voice whispers. "I'm here."\n\nYou look to your right, and see Margot ducking behind the wheel, her face illuminated in the moonlight.\n\n"Margot!" you whisper. "Oh my God!"\n\n"I'm going to set you free!"\n\n"How?" you ask. "Do you have the key?"\n\nShe shakes her head. "I was going to try a Lynx Dart."\n\nYou're not sure if you like that idea. These cuffs are tough: you've been fighting them for fifteen minutes and they haven't given an inch.\n\nOn the other hand, where would Margot possibly find a key around here? Julia's desk? Getting there would be hard enough...\n\n"Margot..." you whisper...\n\n[["Try the Lynx Dart." | WHEEL DART ESCAPE]]\n[["I think there's a key in Julia's desk." | WHEEL KEY FAIL]]

"Hurry up," you say, beckoning to Julia.\n\nJulia skips in your direction. She's a snake, there's no doubt about it. But there's also no denying that you wouldn't have escaped if not for her.\n\nYou hop into the passenger's seat, and Julia jumps in the back. Margot puts the car in drive and you leave the abandoned building, happy to put all of its strange happenings behind you.\n\nYou drop Julia off at her house and drive home with Margot. You get to your apartment, climb in bed, and immediately pass out.\n\nYou're woken up the next morning by pounding at your door. You look at the clock. It's 8:15. You've gotten maybe four hours of sleep.\n\n"This better be good," you say, putting on your robe and wandering to the front of your apartment. You open the door and see two people: Julia Wright and a burly police officer.\n\n"That's her, alright," Julia chuckles.\n\n"Great," the officer says, stepping into your apartment.\n\n"What is this?" you say, giving the officer some space.\n\n"Erin Steele, you're under arrest," he says. "For crimes committed under the guise of the Blue Lynx."\n\n"What?" you shout. The officer snatches your wrist and turns you around, wrenching your arm behind you. You think about fighting back, but quickly decide not to: you don't know what he or Julia knows, and resisting arrest would not exactly prove your innocence.\n \n"Stop! You're making a mistake," you yell. The officer presses you against the wall and you feel the cold metal of handcuffs slapped around your wrists. He starts to drag you into the hallway.\n\n"You have the right to remain silent," he says.\n\n"I won't remain silent!" you shout. "I demand to know what this is about!"\n\nJulia laughs. "It's simple, ERIN. I called the cops about your friend's license plate. Pretty easy to figure out who she was after that. And pretty easy to figure out who YOU were after that."\n\nYou shake your head, struggling in the cop's grip, your robe beginning to fall off your shoulders. "No!" you yell. "Margot! Help!"\n\n"Ooh, your daddy's gonna be mad when he finds out about this," Julia says.\n\nThe officer yanks you out of your apartment. You stare into Julia's eyes and grit your teeth.\n\n"You have no proof!" you yell. "No proof at all!"\n\nBut you know that isn't true. You know that you made a huge mistake when you brought Julia to Margot's car.\n\nShe knows who the Blue Lynx is. Soon, the authorities will, too. And you'll be lucky if you don't spend the rest of your life in jail.\n\n"Nooo..." you snivel, as the cop drags you down the hallway.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

Your fingers dive into your pocket, and you pull out a Lynx Dart...\n\nOh no! The Dart gets stuck on your belt fabric before you can pull it out!\n\nYou gulp, look up, and Sunny is already on top of you, wrestling you to the ground.\n\nAt first, she's winning, snatching your wrists and almost, almost pressing them to the floor. But then, you fight back, freeing your arms and grabbing her by the throat. You think you're just about to choke her out, when you feel something cold against the underside of your jaw.\n\n"Stop right there, Blue Lynx," Sunny wheezes.\n\nShe's got a gun on your throat.\n\nYou release her and drop your hands to your sides.\n\n"Easy, Sunny," you say. "Easy... Easy..."\n\nSunny smirks at you.\n\n"I'll tell you when I'm easy," she growls.\n\nAnd she strikes you on the side of the head with the pistol, rendering you, immediately...\n\n[[Unconscious... | HOSTAGE CHAIR TIE]]

"It's the Blue Lynx!" a voice shouts.\n\nYou look into the room. You see four, five, six henchmen, a few standing, a few sitting, All dressed in black pants and sleeveless shirts. All much bigger and taller than you. But when has that ever mattered?\n\n"Hello boys," you say, shutting the door behind you.\n\nYou glance around the building. You're in some kind of foyer, a big, ugly, cobweb-strewn rectangle of a space. There's a desk in front of you with a very old computer. You see three other doorways: one on the wall to your left, one on the wall to your right, and one along the back wall.\n\nThe henchmen all stand. "Someone tell the boss she's here!"\n\nOne of the henchmen turns around and scrambles through the back doorway. The other five men take small steps toward you.\n\n"Come and get me," you say, assuming a fighting pose.\n\n"Everyone halt," another voice announces. It's a feminine voice. You look up and see two women wander through the back doorway. One of them is dressed almost entirely in leather. She's got bleached-blonde hair and a muscular figure. You've met her before: she's Hammerson's right-hand woman, Sunny.\n\nShe drags into the room a woman with long curly black hair, glasses, and a jacket, skirt, and heels. You've met her before, too: this is Julia Wright, the reporter.\n\n"Stay right there, Blue Lynx," Sunny commands. She places a pistol against Julia's temple. "One move and I give the paper a really good story."\n\nOh shit. What do you do now?\n\n[[ Charge at the henchmen. | HOSTAGE CHARGE ]]\n[[ Surrender. | HOSTAGE SURRENDER ]]

"Excuse me?" Sunny asks.\n\n"Who's going to actually unmask me?" you repeat, looking into their eyes, one at a time.\n\n"Well, me, obviously," Julia says, looking at Sunny. "This whole trap was my idea. And I've been trying to figure out who your really are for months."\n\nSunny scoffs. "Now wait a minute. This thing was MY idea. I'm the one who reached out to YOU, remember?"\n\nJulia frowns. "Yeah, I remember that. But your original idea was stupid."\n\n"Stupid? What?"\n\n"Yeah. Stupid. The work of an amateur."\n\n"Listen, you," Sunny says, stepping toward Julia, tightening her grip on the gun. "You barely even have a history with the Blue Lynx. Me and her have been going at it, actually fighting. What have you been doing?"\n\nJulia shakes her head. "Research, you dumb slut. I'm trying to figure out who she is."\n\nThey go back and forth. You watch them with glee as their faces turn red. They seem to lose track of you, and you begin furiously tugging at your bonds.\n\nYou can't believe this is actually working!\n\n"Okay, you can hold her, that's fine," Julia says. "But I get to peel off that mask."\n\n"No, I don't want to just HOLD HER," Sunny shouts. "I want to tear that thing from her face. I want to hold it in my hands."\n\n"You'll get your chance, okay? You'll just have to wait your turn."\n\nYou interrupt them. "Oh ladies."\n\nThey stop talking and stare at you. You're standing up. Untied. The cords lie in bunches around the chair.\n\nSunny's eyes widen. "What the..."\n\nAnd then, you attack. You swat the gun from Sunny's hands and kick her in the stomach. While she's collecting herself, you throw Julia into a wall. As she wilts to the floor, you run back to Sunny. A quick combo brings her to the ground. You repeat this process until both women are out on the floor, unconscious.\n\n"Whew," you say to yourself. "That was a close call."\n\nBut that's what being a superheroine is all about, isn't it?\n\nYou leave the building, feeling victorious.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

BANG!\n\nA dart whizzes by as you drop to a lower branch.\n\nYou crouch down, hugging the tree trunk.\n\nBANG!\n\nYou duck behind the tree, and watch another dart fly through the air, just inches from your face.\n\nBANG!\n\nYou flatten yourself along the branch. The dart sticks into the tree trunk.\n\nBANG!\n\nYou turn your body around the branch, and drop to a lower one.\n\n"Come on, boys!" Sunny yells. "Get her!"\n\nYou look down. You're just ten feet or so from the ground now. You could maybe jump down, maybe even catch one of the thugs on the way...\n\nBANG!\n\nSuddenly, there's a dart sticking out of your thigh.\n\n"Augh!" you cry.\n\nYour head feels woozy. You fall against the tree trunk. Your arms reflexively wrap around it.\n\nBANG!\n\nYou can feel a second dart sink into your butt cheek.\n\nYou shimmy down the tree trunk, your vision blurring, until you can no longer hold down. Your grip weakens, and you fall backward.\n\nYou hit the ground.\n\n[[Unconscious. | DRUG DEATH TRAP BEGINNING]]

The desk looks too small to hold anything substantial, so you move to the file cabinet. The top drawer opens but is empty. The second drawer is locked.\n\nYou hear voices from upstairs. Is someone coming down? Maybe it's best to leave now?\n\n"I'm so cold," Julia whispers. "Can we please find something for me to wear?"\n\nMargot nods her head. "Maybe there's a key to the cabinet in that desk?"\n\nYou sigh.\n\n[[Check the desk for a key. | DESK KEY]]\n[[Leave and go upstairs. | LEAVE BASEMENT]]

You couldn't hurt Margot, you just...\n\n"Die, bitch!" Julia yells, throwing another punch into your stomach.\n\n"OOOF!" you cry, as Julia's fist sinks in deeper than before.\n\nYou knees buckle, and your body drops slightly, until Margot notices and lifts you back to your feet.\n\n"What's the matter, sweetie?" she whispers in your ear. "Do you have a tummyache?"\n\nJulia hits you again.\n\n"Aughhhh!" you moan.\n\nIf you hands weren't cuffed, you might be able to wrench Margot's hands off your body. But the ways things are now, you're helpless...\n\nJulia hits you again.\n\nYou shut your eyes and try to hold back the pain. But it comes out as a long, broken cry.\n\n"What a little weakling," Margot crows.\n\nOkay. That pisses you off.\n\nYou don't want to hurt Margot... But how much harm will a little trip do?\n\nYou slip your boot behind her foot and bring it forward. Margot cries out and tumbles to the floor. Julia watches her go down, giving you the time to pull your arms back and, with all of your energy, swing your bound hands at her. They connect with Julia's face, sending her toppling to the floor.\n\nYou take deep breaths as you look down at the two brainwashed women. Julia's punches have taken a toll on you. You need time to recover.\n\nYou don't get it. Julia and Margot are back on their feet in seconds.\n\n"That hurt," Julia says, wiping her face. "But not as bad as I'm gonna hurt you."\n\nThe girls move around you in a slow, meancing circle. You're not ready to fight yet. You need a couple more seconds to recover.\n\nWhat do you say to hold them off?\n\n[["Julia, stop. You're a reporter. This isn't professional." | JULIA PLEA]]\n[["Margot, stop. You're my friend. Remember?" | MARGOT PLEA]]\n

"I don't think the Darts are gonna work, Margot," you whisper. "Go for the key."\n\nMargot gives a nervous nod, and goes creeping back into the darkness.\n\nAn eerie silence falls on the room.\n\nYou pull on your cuffs. You're convinced you made the right decision: these things are locked in tight. But as seconds, and then minutes go by, you wonder if Margot will be able to find the key. You don't even know if there is a key!\n\nSuddenly, the power goes on. You see Hammerson and the henchmen standing around. Julia and Sunny are near the reporter's desk. And crouched behind the desk, fumbling through a drawer, is Margot, completely visible in the harsh white light.\n\n"It's the Blue Lynx's little sidekick," Hammerson growls. "Get her!"\n\n"Black Bobcat, run!" you shout. But it doesn't take long for the henchmen to catch Margot and wrestle her to the ground.\n\n"Prop up that table and tie our guest to it," Hammerson laughs.\n\nSunny turns a long table up, so that it's sitting on its short side, and scoots it about five feet to your left, between the wooden wheel and the desk. The henchmen go about binding Margot's wrists and ankles to its legs.\n\n"Augh!" Margot cries, as they thugs knot the ropes increasingly tighter.\n\n"Don't hurt her!" you cry. You only get a few small laughs in response.\n\nYou look at Margot as the men step away. She's just like you, a young woman in a spandex costume and mask, bound and helpless in the clutches of drug lords.\n\nHow could you do this to her?\n\nMargot turns her head your direction. There are tears in her eyes.\n\n"Erin..." she mouths. "I'm sorry..."\n\nYou gulp. Oh God. What have you done?\n\n"Alright, let's get the camera working. Our audience is going to love this," Hammerson says, stepping between you and Margot.\n\n"Two superheroines, two unmaskings. What could be better?"\n\n[[Ugh. | TWO UNMASKINGS]]\n

"We'll let the cops know," you say. "This one's probably out of our league, anyway."\n\nMargot breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Erin," she says.\n\nShe gets back into her car. You follow her, somewhat reluctantly, and slowly climb into the passenger's side.\n\nYou buckle your seatbelt.\n\nGod.\n\nThis doesn't feel right.\n\nBut you suppose there are worse ways to end a night.\n\nRight?\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

You're on Margot in seconds.\n\nYou lock your lips with hers, and close your eyes.\n\nYour hands wrap themselves around her lower back.\n\nShe immediately clutches your butt, and squeezes.\n\nOhh...\n\nYou press your tongue in her mouth, listening to her breathing, feeling her body rise up against yours.\n\n"Margot..." you whisper. "Margot... Margot..."\n\nShe holds you close and pushes you down, gently dropping you to your knees, and then to your backside, touching you all the way.\n\nShe's straddling you now, slipping her hand beneath the spandex of your V-neck, stroking your breast with her delicate fingers.\n\n"Ohh..." you moan. "Ohh..."\n\nShe pushes your costume off of your shoulders so that it's tight against your arms, and then brushes your bra straps away. She bends down and kisses your upper body, moves up to you neck, now has her hands down by your waist.\n\nYou have to touch her back. You must. Your fingers glide down her body, reach the lacy waistband of her panties, and keep gliding. You stuff your hand into her underwear, feel the first rough edge of her pubic hair, and keep going.\n\nMargot kisses you between your breasts, churning them with her hands, and you cry out in pleasure.\n\nThis outcry makes Sunny burst out into laughter.\n\nYou stare over at her. What is she still doing here?\n\nShe has her hand down her pants.\n\nIs she... pleasuring herself? Watching you and Margot get it on?\n\nThis isn't right.\n\nYou have to stop this...\n\nBut you feel Margot stretch the spandex crotch of your costume far away from your body, and place her hand gently on the front of your panties.\n\n[[And you're wet... | MARGOT WET]]

"We'd better use stealth," you say. "There's a lot of them out there."\n\nJulia nods. "Yeah, we saw what happened last time you tried to take them all on at once."\n\nYou decide to ignore this comment, too.\n\n"Alright, follow me," you say, stepping into the hallway.\n\nYou turn the corner, and then another, and then another. After a minute of sneaking, you hear Sunny. She's screaming at the top of her lungs.\n\n"She must be in the cell now," Margot whispers. "Where we aren't."\n\nYou wink at her.\n\nWith Margot's help, you wind your way through the corridors of the abandoned building. It's slow going, but the sneaking plan seems to work, and not a single person sees the three of you as you approach the front door.\n\nYou open the door and step into the parking lot.\n\nAnd you see a man in a suit with familiar slicked back hair stepping out of his car. He shut the car door and grins at you.\n\n"Blue Lynx," Hammerson says. "Leaving already?"\n\nHe raises a gun from his side and points it toward your chest. "You better head back inside."\n\nDoes he know that Julia and Margot are behind you? Maybe it makes sense to do what Hammerson says. If he follows you inside the building, they could ambush him. On the other hand, maybe a charge makes more sense.\n\n"Alright, Hammerson," you say...\n\n[[As you step back into the building. | HOSTAGE HAMMERSON AMBUSH]]\n[[Just before you take a flying leap. | HOSTAGE HAMMERSON LEAP]]\n

You dart to the left, duck, come up and chop Hammerson's arm, sending his pistol flying across the parking lot.\n\n"Ack!" he cries, clutching his wrist.\n\n"You shouldn't ever get so close to a wild cat," you coo.\n\nAnd you hit him in the face, dropping him to the parking lot.\n\nHe is unconscious.\n\nMargot walks up to him and pokes him with a booted toe.\n\n"So I guess tonight wasn't a total loss. You got to beat up Brent Hammerson."\n\nYou nod. "You're right, Margot."\n\nSure, lots of kind of embarrassing things happened... But no one needs to know about that stuff, right?\n\n"Let's call the cops and go."\n\nAnd you and Margot strut toward her car, feeling pretty satisfied about the decisions you've made.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

You strut toward Julia, and she runs at you. She grabs you by the arms and pushes you back against the wall.\n\nAnd she kisses you on the lips.\n\nInstantly, your inhibitions falter.\n\nYou wrap your legs around hers, and kiss her back.\n\nShe licks the side of your face, and drops her hands to your breasts, and caresses them. She works her fingers into the V-neck of your costume, pulling back the fabric, slowly but surely revealing your red bra.\n\nYou're not sure about this...\n\nBut you like it...\n\nOne of your hands is one Julia's bare belly. The other is skating through the long, dark tresses of her hair.\n\nYour body is becoming warmer...\n\nOhh...\n\n"Blue Lynx! Stop!" a voice cries out.\n\nYou glance to the side, and see Margot. She looks perturbed.\n\n"It's a trap, Blue Lynx! You must resist!"\n\nShe looks pretty cute, too, come to think of it...\n\nNo. Wait. She's not your partner... Not in that way. She's your friend.\n\n"Blue Lynx! Please! Fight it!"\n\n"Oh, shut up!" Sunny screams. "Or I'll come over there and punch you out."\n\nTrap? Fight it? What?\n\nThat red potion...\n\nJulia kisses your neck, leans up against you, her breasts colliding with yours, her hands down low, fingering the hem of your costume...\n\nOhh...\n\n"I need to see your face," Julia whispers, her eyes shining.\n\nShe's so sexy.\n\nBut... Your mask...\n\n"Please," she says, in her sultriest voice, placing her fingers on the side of your head. "Let me... Take it off..."\n\n"Blue Lynx! No!" Margot yells.\n\nOhhh...\n\nWhat to do?\n\n[[Let Julia pull off your mask. | SEXY UNMASK]]\n[[Slap her hands away. | HAND SLAP SAVE]]

"Okay, that's a good idea," Margot says. "I'll get the saw."\n\n"Be careful, Black Bobcat," you whisper.\n\nMargot nods. She stares at you, takes a deep breath, and quickly dashes out the door.\n\n"I hope your little sidekick knows what she's doing," Julia spits.\n\nYou don't want to talk to Julia. You don't want to think, even. You just want time to pass. You just want Margot to be okay. \n\nYou just hope she can find that saw.\n\n"This whole plan is ridiculous, you know?" Julia continues.\n\n"Shut up!" you cry. "Just please shut up."\n\nBut she doesn't. She keeps on talking, on and on. About you. About Margot. About how you're both incompetent buffoons. About how this town needs a real superhero. A man would be nice. About how she'd even consider being a man's sidekick. About how...\n\nSuddenly, the door creaks open.\n\nAnd into the room walks... Margot! With a saw!\n\n"Found it!" she whispers, stepping over Julia and moving to you.\n\n"You did it!" you say. "Now cut me loose!"\n\nIt takes some time for Margot to find a rhythm, but once she figures out how to work the saw, she cuts through all of your restraints with aplomb. When the final cuff is torn in two, you practically leap out of your chair, wrapping Margot in a tender hug.\n\n"Thank you, so much," you whisper.\n\n"Hey! What about me!" Julia cries. "You gonna free me? Or what?"\n\nYou squat down and meet Julia at her eye level.\n\n"No," you state.\n\nAnd you bring a swift, hard punch across her face, a blow that instantly renders her unconscious.\n\n"Erin!" Margot cries. "Was that necessary?"\n\n"We're leaving her here," you say. "And we're leaving this cell, right now."\n\nMargot gulps. "Well, okay," she mutters.\n\nYou take her by the hand.\n\n[[And walk out the cell door... | HOSTAGE LEAVE ROOM]]

You look at Margot. "Okay, I'm going in."\n\n"Good luck," she says. "I'll be tracking you."\n\nYou nod, get out of the car, shut the door, and walk up to the front of the building.\n\nFrom your belt pocket, you pull a small grappel hook. You wind it around your a head a couple of a times and then toss it up to the roof. The hook latches onto something, and you press a button on your device.\n\nYou're off!\n\nIt takes just a few seconds for you to zoom up to the roof and land in a crouch.\n\nThat was exhilarating.\n\nYou stand up and look around. There isn't a guard in sight. There's nothing at all, actually: not even a door or a skylight for you to creep through.\n\nYou see a fire escape ladder on the far edge of the building. "But why bother with an escape?" you think. "There's no reason to be up here. No method to get up here, at any rate."\n\nYou decide to get down and try another route.\n\nYou walk to the edge where you first arrived and look out onto the parking lot. It's lightly dotted with cars and trucks: evidence of the villainy happening inside. You see where Margot is sitting, and can almost make out her face in the light of her phone.\n\nYou smile. And then, you see two burly silhouettes moving toward the car.\n\nOh shit! Thugs! They've spotted Margot!\n\nYou can't let her get captured! You can deal with one hostage, especially when it's someone you don't mind seen roughed up a bit. But two hostages? And one of them is your best friend?\n\nYou have to get down. Fast.\n\nBut how? You think about your options.\n\nYou could throw the grappel hook down. There seem to be a few places where you could hook on to something. Margot's car, for one. There's a van in Margot's area that might allow you some more sneaking space. Either method would get you there fast, but they would be risky.\n\nThere's a small pine tree on the side of the building. Maybe it makes sense to jump into that tree, shimmy down, and sneak up on the thugs? It might take longer, and it wouldn't be smooth. But you're not too worried about the actual fight. You can handle two guys at once.\n\nOf course, you could always just jump. Take a flying leap. You know. See what happens.\n\nWhat are you thinking?\n\n[[Place the hook on the roof and rappel down. | HOOK RAPPEL]]\n[[Throw the hook at Margot's car and quickly zipline down. | MARGOT CAR ZIPLINE]]\n[[Throw the hook at the van and quickly zipline down. | VAN ZIPLINE]]\n[[Jump into the tree and climb down. | TREE CLIMBING]]\n[[Take a flying leap off of the roof. | ROOF JUMP]]

You wake up with a throbbing pain in your head, a tingle down your spine, and a prickly feeling all over your skin.\n\nYou feel cold metal on your wrists, and once again, the cold metal collar around your neck. You've been completely re-shackled.\n\nBut you also feel cold in other places. Throughout your legs, your arms. On your back and stomach. On your face.\n\nYou look down and see your lacy red bra and panties. And nothing else.\n\nYou jump up to your feet and step back against the wall.\n\nOh God. What's happened?\n\nYou hear and creak, and watch the concrete door in front of you crack open. Into the dungeon strolls Sunny, a big, scary smile drawn across her face.\n\n"Well, I'd say that was a good test, wouldn't you?" she says, walking toward you, her hands on her hips.\n\n"Sunny!" you call out. "What have you done? Where are the others?"\n\nSunny laughs. "That is an excellent question."\n\nShe snaps her fingers at the open door, but is still looking at you.\n\n"What that test has shown us is that strength and agility like yours can be duplicated. That you are not special. That we can make another Blue Lynx, if we wanted..."\n\nAnd into the room steps a woman with long dark curly hair, a good figure, and a familiar aspect. You think it's Julia, but aren't sure, because she's dressed in a costume. A blue costume with a white belt, a blue mask, and white boots.\n\nYour costume.\n\nYou shudder.\n\n"Erin Steele," Sunny laughs. "I'd like you to meet the new Blue Lynx!"\n\nJulia places her hands on her hips and cocks her head at you.\n\n"Hello there, Miss Steele," she coos.\n\n"No!" you cry out, shaking your cuffs and neck chain. "You can't do this! You can't take my costume!"\n\n"You've been made obsolete, Erin," Sunny says. "The Blue Lynx is on our side, now."\n\nThe terribleness of the situation slowly washes over you. You stumble against the wall, your feet sliding out from under you until your bottom hits the ground.\n\n"No," you sniff, hanging your head. "No, no, no..."\n\n"Don't worry, though," Sunny says. "You haven't exhausted all of your usefulness yet. We'll be back to perform more tests. You're going to be the Blue Lynx's punching bag from here on out!"\n\nThey're not even letting you go.\n\nYou shake your shoulders and sob.\n\n"Alright Blue Lynx, let's go," Sunny says. "Poor little Erin needs her sleep."\n\n"See you later, Miss Steele," Julia says, as the two villains walk out of the dungeon, slamming the door.\n\nLeaving you alone. Chained.\n\nRuined.\n\nForever.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n

You hear the sound of the camera rolling, and you see Hammerson step aside. The lens is now pointed at Julia, who still sits behind the desk, her hands now crossed.\n\n"Good evening," she intones. "Tonight, we at News Station 6 bring you a special report. Who is the Blue Lynx, the town's most notorious vigilante? This evening, we will find out."\n\nYou watch as the camera turns toward you.\n\n"As you can see," Julia continues. "We have captured the Blue Lynx. We have her securely fastened to this wheel. It would take just ten seconds for us to unmask her and reveal to the world her true identity."\n\nYou shudder. She's right. At the moment, you're completely helpless.\n\n"But, in the spirit of community fun and uplift, we've decided to hold a charity drive. To make some good out of Blue Lynx's nightmare of a 'superheroine' career."\n\nCommunity fun? You roll your eyes.\n\n"Call the number on your screen, and you'll be in touch with our operator. From that point, you can make a donation to our cause. All proceeds will go to local anti-drug initiatives."\n\nThis is horrible. You're on live TV, shackled to a wooden board, your superheroine career suddenly the basis for... A game show?\n\n"Just what does your donation get you? For more on that, here's Speaker of the House Brent Hammerson."\n\nHammerson steps in front of the camera holding a microphone.\n\n"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Those who know me know how serious I am about fighting the cancer of drug addiction. Which is why I'm so pleased to have Blue Lynx here, strapped to a gurney. Because no one holds a greater responsibility for our city's turmoil than her."\n\n"That's not true, Hammerson!" you shout. "You're the drug pusher. You're the drug lord."\n\nHammerson waves at you and continues. "So listen, here's how it goes. For every ten thousand dollars that you all donate, we'll remove one article of Blue Lynx's signature costume."\n\nYou clench your fists. They're going to... Strip you? On live television?\n\n"If you have a special request, we'll try to accomodate it. We're willing to haggle if it means raising money for a good cause."\n\nYou watch Hammerson swinging his arms, practically dancing in front of the camera. He's having a blast. It makes you want to vomit.\n\n"Once we reach our fifty thousand dollar goal, we're unmask the Blue Lynx. And then, order the authorities to arrest her, of course."\n\nYou have to get out of here. Fast.\n\n"So call the number! Our operators are standing by! Thanks!"\n\nHammerson steps outside of the frame again.\n\nYou figure it's time to speak up.\n\nBut how?\n\n[["Listen up, idiots! | NEGATIVE SPEECH]]\n[["Please, good people of the city, I'm begging you! | POSITIVE SPEECH]]

"No!" you cry. "No! No!"\n\nHammerson tries to lift your head, but you stay strong, burying your face into the table, using every last ounce of energy, fighting to the end.\n\n"Just give up, already!" Hammerson cries. "You have nothing left!"\n\nSuddenly, there's a pounding sound, followed by a cry of pain, followed by a crash. The tugging on your hair and the pressure on your head seizes.\n\nYou keep your head down. What's going on?\n\n"Blue Lynx," a voice whispers. "I took care of him."\n\nYou slowly, carefully look up from the table. And you see Margot. Behind him, slumped into an awkward pile, is Hammerson.\n\n"Oh, Margot!" you cry. "You... You saved me!"\n\n"No," Margot says. "You saved us. Your, umm, butt distracted him for the longest time. We were able to free ourselves."\n\nYou're so happy so can barely stand it.\n\n"Let's get you free," Margot says.\n\nMargot steps behind you and bends down, beginning to untie your ankles. It gives Julia the chance to step in front of you and look at your bare face.\n\n"Oh shit!" you cry, trying to hide yourself.\n\n"Too late, Miss Steele, already saw you," Julia giggles.\n\nOh crap. Your identity has been revealed! To this damn reporter!\n\n"Don't worry, though. I'll never tell anyone," Julia continues. "You made me a believer tonight, Blue Lynx. The way you held out, despite all the pain and humiliation. It was truly super."\n\nYou stare up at her, your eyes shimmering with joyful tears.\n\nYour butt feels like Jell-O. You've been unmasked. A madman has held you captive for what feels like days.\n\nBut at the end of the day, it is the Blue Lynx who triumphed.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"Cowards," you mutter.\n\nMargot blinks, grabs you by the chin, and holds up your face.\n\n"What did you say?" she asks, peevishly.\n\n"You're cowards," you repeat. "You wouldn't be so cocky if you fought me without these cuffs."\n\nMargot groans. "So you want us you uncuff you? Is that what you're saying?"\n\nYou look her in the eyes and smirk. "I'm saying that if you weren't such a coward, you would."\n\nYou clear your throat and continue. "You both think you're pretty awesome, beating up the Blue Lynx. But you both couldn't touch me without those drugs in your systems. And two on one isn't very fair, especially when my hands are bound."\n\nMargot makes a sound, turns around, and then quickly spins back, socking you in the stomach. Julia releases your arms, letting you crumple over and fall to the ground, coughing.\n\n"Nice shot," you manage to say. "Not that it's hard to do, when I'm just standing there..."\n\nJulia steps around to Margot. "Can you believe this bitch? I say we uncuff her just to show her how weak she really is."\n\n"Oh yeah. I think she's in for a surprise."\n\nMargot lifts your arms from the ground. She holds your wrists out so the cuff chain is taut, and then, with one fluid motion, Julia brings her hand chopping through the restraint. The chain severs in two, and Margot drops your wrists. Your hands fall to the ground, separately, and you catch yourself before you topple over.\n\nYou smile to yourself.\n\n"Thank you," you whisper.\n\nAnd you lunge at Julia's ankles. You catch them in your arms and pull, flinging her to the floor.\n\nYou scramble to your feet. Margot is already tossing wild, powerful punches at your head. You sidestep them all, cut forward, and sink your elbow into her stomach. You bring the back of your fist up into her face, and she falls backward, smashing into the ground.\n\nYou sense that Julia has already gotten up behind you.\n\n"FUCK YOU!" she screams.\n\nShe's about to attack!\n\nYou immediately counter with...\n\n[[A roundhouse kick! | ROUNDHOUSE COUNTER]]\n[[A spinning elbow! | ELBOW COUNTER]]

"We need to find a key," you say.\n\nMargot rolls her eyes. "Erin, please!"\n\n"This is obviously a trap, too!" you shout. "Now help me search."\n\nYou look around the room, through the desk, into the pots, in every nook and cranny, but cannot locate a key.\n\n"Shoot," you mutter. "Where is it?"\n\n"There is no key, Erin!" Margot shouts. "Now could you please break the glass? I think I hear someone coming!"\n\nYou look back at the door.\n\nYou sigh.\n\n[[And move to kick it in. | GLASS BREAK FAIL]]\n[[And insist on continuing your search. | KEY ENDING]]\n

"Tails," you growl.\n\nSunny smiles. "Tails it is..."\n\nShe snaps her fingers. "Turn her around, boys."\n\nThe men begin to flip you sideways, so that you're are now facing the first henchman. You struggle but it's no use. These men are simply much stronger than you. If you had only thought about using one of your weapons...\n\nYou are now in an awkward position: your upper body is being hugged against the chest of the first henchman, who sighs in pleasure, perhaps due to your breasts being squished against his body. The second henchman now has you by the ankles, and is holding you in the air so that your back arches down.\n\n"And what a tail this cat has," Sunny giggles.\n\nShe pokes you in the butt. Not satisfied, she runs her fingers along the place where your spandex meets your rear, occasionally diving into your costume, exploring your bare skin, fingering the lace of your panties.\n\nThis is so humiliating.\n\n"Sunny, stop!" you yell. Your voice is muffled by the first henchman's chest, who laughs.\n\nSunny touches your ass, squeezes it, titters like a schoolgirl.\n\n"What am I doing?" she finally says, stepping back.\n\nYou sigh. Is she done?\n\n"We're supposed to punish the Blue Lynx!" she cries. And then you feel a harsh sting against your backside.\n\nShe's spanking you!\n\nShe whacks you, your ass jiggles, she whacks you again. The smacks are become harder and harder. You cry out.\n\n"The Blue Lynx is becoming red!" Sunny declares. "I think it's time she has a break."\n\nShe snaps her fingers, and again the guards flip you around, back to the position you were in become. Your butt is on fire, your face is a sweaty mess.\n\n"You'll... Pay..." \n\nThat's all you can mutter. Sunny grins at you.\n\n"I doubt it," she says, pulling a rag from her pocket. "I had a feeling I might have to use this tonight."\n\nShe pushes the rag against your mouth, and you immediately know what it is. You try to not breathe, try to focus on something else, but the literal pain in your butt has made concentrating difficult. It's only seconds before you feel yourself getting sleepy, weaker...\n\nYour eyes flutter... Your vision blurs...\n\nYour muscles lose their strength...\n\nAnd...\n\n[[You pass out... | HOSTAGE CHAIR TIE]]

You launch a loogey into the thug's eye.\n\nNeedless to say, he's not happy about it.\n\n"You just sealed your fate, bitch," he growls, wiping his face clean. "Take off her mask."\n\n"No!" you bleat, tensing up your body, trying to force them away with one final burst of strength. But the henchmen are locked on you tight. Your best efforts only tangle your hair.\n\nYou feel fingers walk up the back of your head and drop onto your face. The hand drops like a spider onto your mask, fingertips digging into your cheeks just below where the blue fabric meets your face.\n\n"Stop!" you yell. "Don't unmask me! Think about your bosses! What would they think?"\n\nThe spit-soaked henchman stares at you. He blinks, and seems to think over what you said.\n\nAnd then he laughs. "Well, we'll find out what they think. It will be a night of finding new things out."\n\nHe nods at the man behind you, and you feel fingertips push down and up, pulling across your skin, and pulling your mask up with it.\n\nYou emit one last, desperate cry, but it's too late. Your face is exposed. And in this harsh light, it's pretty easy to see who you are.\n\nYou hear their voices, first quiet and nervous, grow increasingly more confident.\n\n"Is that... Really?... No... The Steele girl?... Yeah... The daughter of the Mayor?... For real?... But... No, it definitely is... What's her name... Oh yeah... Erin Steele..."\n\nYou drop your head.\n\nThis night... This superheroine life... Is over.\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

You hope to God there's a catch... That Hammerson will untie you... That somehow Margot will get involved...\n\nAnd you say it.\n\n"Deluxe version," you announce.\n\n"Whoa," Hammerson says. "Wasn't expecting that!"\n\nYou can hear his footsteps on the ground, as if he's dancing in place. He's clearly excited about something.\n\n"Okay, Hammerson. So what is it?"\n\nHammerson places his fingers on the back of your calf.\n\n"Oh, it's gonna be really fun," he says, walking his hand up to your thigh.\n\n"Basically, I'm gonna make you beg," he continues, poking your butt cheek with his finger.\n\nHe squeezes you with a tough grip. "I'm gonna make you beg me to take off that mask."\n\nYou're repulsed by his touch, by his words. "Like hell!" you shout, twisting your ass, trying to push his hand off.\n\n"Better get used to this, Blue Lynx," Hammerson says.\n\nAnd then he strikes you with his open hand. In the butt. But much harder than before.\n\nYou let out a small yelp of pain.\n\n"Though I doubt you'll get used to it," Hammerson laughs.\n\nWHAP!\n\nHe hits you again, even harder this time. You wince, trying to hold in your cries.\n\n"I guess you were right, Blue Lynx. I am going to spank you to death. I'm going to spank you until your superheroine career dies."\n\nCan he be serious? Could he really--\n\nWHAP!\n\n"Augh!" you cry.\n\n"You're turning red, Blue Lynx," Hammerson giggles.\n\nYou're not surprised. Your ass is throbbing in pain.\n\nHow much more of this can you take?\n\nWHAP!\n\n"AUGHHHHH!" you shout.\n\nYou can hear Margot and Julia mumbling into their gags. You hope they're not watching.\n\nYou could just end it now. Beg for Hammerson to take off your mask...\n\nBut... It would be just so... Horrible...\n\nYou sniff.\n\nAnd you say...\n\n[["Just take it off, Hammerson! Please! I'm begging you!" | HAMMERSON SPANK BEG]]\n[["Fuck you, Hammerson." | HAMMERSON SPANK RESIST]]\n

You couldn't bear to see Margot hurt. So you surrender.\n\n"Alright, Sunny. I give up."\n\nYou place your hands behind your head.\n\nSunny smiles. She hasn't moved the tazer from Margot's neck.\n\n"Julia," she says, kicking the reporter. "Will you get up, already?"\n\nAfter nearly a minute of prodding, Julia slowly gets up to her feet.\n\n"Blue Lynx is surrendering," Sunny says. "Could you kindly knock her out?"\n\nJulia nods, and then wanders over to you, finally positioning herself behind your back.\n\n"What do I do now?" she asks.\n\n"Clock her!" Sunny responds. "Right across the back of the head!"\n\n"Okay," Julia mutters.\n\nYou wait for something.\n\nShe's cleary hesitating.\n\nYou wonder if it's time to make a move.\n\nMaybe grab Julia, and throw her into Sunny?\n\nMaybe--\n\n[[CRACK! | JULIA CAR UNMASK]]

"I just need to sleep," you say.\n\nMargot nods. "I get it, sister."\n\nYou walk out the front door and begin the trek to Margot's car, on the other side of the parking lot. But you get barely five yards away from the building when a black Lexus pulls up and parks in front of you.\n\nOut of the driver's seat steps Brent Hammerson.\n\n"Well if it isn't my old friend the Blue Lynx," he says. "Sunny told me she'd captured you."\n\n"She lied to you," you say, putting your hands on your hips.\n\nHammerson chuckles. "Whatever."\n\nHe pulls out a pistol and points it at your chest. "I need you to step back inside, little girl."\n\nYou blink. Seriously?\n\nYou just want to sleep!\n\nFuck Brent Hammerson.\n\n"What do you want?" you say. "Can't you just leave us alone?"\n\nHammerson shakes his head. "Back inside. Now."\n\nYou have no intention of going back in.\n\n[[Walk toward him. | HAMMERSON WALK]]

No surrender.\n\nYou run at Sunny, and she plunges the tazer into Margot's neck.\n\nMargot screams. Her body shakes.\n\nYou're on top of them in seconds, punching Sunny in the face, bringing her to the ground. The tazer falls to the floor. So does Margot.\n\nYou sit on top of Sunny and hit her again and again.\n\n"Bitch!" you yell. "Fucking slimy bitch!"\n\nEventually, she is unconscious.\n\nYou move from Sunny to Margot, who's still on the ground, wincing and clutching at her neck.\n\nYou pat her on the back.\n\n"I'm so sorry, partner. But I didn't have a choice."\n\nMargot looks at you with soft, understanding eyes. "I know," she whispers. The act of talking makes her seize up in pain.\n\n"Let's get out of here," you say, pulling her up the hand.\n\nIt takes some time, but eventually you're able to guide Margot out, through the mess of unconscious and semi-conscious bodies, finally through the back door.\n\nYou look at your friend, walking slowly, silently, still clearly gripped by pain. You owe her one for tonight.\n\nWithout her, you might still be in Hammerson's mask trap. Without her, you might have had your secret identity revealed to the whole city on life TV.\n\nYou smile.\n\nIt's good to have a sidekick.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

You tilt your head just as the fist is coming your way.\n\nThe thug's hand glances off your cheek...\n\nAnd pushes your mask off your face!\n\nYou watch the blue fabric as it dances in the air and then floats gently to the ground.\n\n"Eep!" you chirp, your gloves flying up to shield your secret identity.\n\nOne of the thugs picks your mask up from the grass.\n\n"Whoops," he laughs, shaking it around.\n\n"I guess we might as well see who she is," another thug says.\n\n"No... No..." you protest, as you feel large hands grapple with your gloves. It doesn't take long for them to take hold of wrists and wrench your hands away, leaving your face completely bare.\n\nAnd it doesn't take long after that for them to determine that the Blue Lynx is Erin Steele.\n\nAnd it doesn't take long after that for you to conclude that your superheroine days are done.\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]

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You let out a final sigh of pain, of embarrassment, of resignation, as you slacken the muscles in your arms and neck, allowing Hammerson to lift up your head and stare you in the eyes.\n\n"Erin Steele?" he says.\n\nJust hearing him say your name generates an involuntary sob.\n\n"I must admit, I'm impressed," he says. "You held out for a long, long time. Much longer than a rich girl like you is supposed to, that's for sure."\n\nHe's right. You're tough. You fought back.\n\nBut not hard enough.\n\nAnd now, Brent Hammerson, who has been spanking you and taunting your for the last half hour, knows your secret identity.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]\n\n

You grab a smoke bomb and toss it into the grass!\n\nAnd it sits there, inert.\n\nOne of the thugs sees the bomb on the ground and starts laughing.\n\n"Is that one of your little bombs, Blue Lynx?" he giggles. "Seems to have malfunctioned."\n\nShit. This grass is too wet and soft to even blow up the pellet!\n\nGuess you'll just have to fight them with your fists...\n\n[[Put up your dukes. | SIX THUG TRUE STANDOFF]]\n[[Actually, maybe you should attend to the guy on your ankles. | ANKLE HOLDER PUNCH]]

"You probably will kick some ass," Margot giggles. "But there's a hostage situation, too. Remember? That journalist?"\n\nYou remember, alright. Julia Wright. One of the paper's best when it comes to reporting on drugs. But also one of the best when it comes to speculating about the Blue Lynx's true identity.\n\nYour secret has been an obsession of Julia's for months. She's interviewed leaders, people in the streets, your father. She's not gotten anywhere near knowing who you really are. But you know that she thinks about it all the time. You've got to be be careful around her.\n\nThe problem is, tonight she needs saving. You're here because she got a little too close to Hammerson's operation. She's been kidnapped by one of his goons.\n\n"I know you don't like her," Margot says. "But she's still an innocent civilian."\n\nYou sigh. "I know," you say. "I know."\n\nYou put on the Blue Lynx mask and prepare to go in.\n\nHow do you want to enter the abandoned building?\n\n[[ Through the roof. | HOSTAGE ROOF ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the back. | HOSTAGE BACK ENTRANCE ]]\n[[ Through the front door. | HOSTAGE FRONT ENTRANCE ]]

"Erin..."\n\n...\n\n"Erin..."\n\n...\n\n"ERIN!"\n\nMargot's voice rips through your head, and your eyes blast open.\n\n"Erin, what are we going to do?"\n\nYou shake your head and allow your eyes to come to focus. You recognize the furniture ahead of you: you're still in the "studio" room, sadly. Only now, you're hands are tied above your head. You feel the ropes cut into your bare wrists. You're hovering a couple feet over the ground, swinging slightly.\n\nYou feel pressure on your upper back and rear end. You look down on your feet-- now bare-- and see that that they're tied, too, together and to another pair of feet. Margot's feet.\n\nYou look up at the knots around your wrists. And your realize that you and Margot have been strung up together.\n\nShit.\n\n"Erin..." Margot whispers. "Is that camera on?"\n\n"I don't know," you say, squinting your eyes to your right. No one's behind the camera-- there's nobody in the room at all, curiously, but there is a red light that appears to be on.\n\nThat doesn't seem promising.\n\nYou turn your eyes the other way, and you see a large white posterboard on the wall behind Julia's desk. Written on the poster in black sharpie, in large upper-case letters, is a simple but terrifying phrase: THE BLUE LYNX 24 HOUR STRUGGLE CAM.\n\n"Oh no," you say out loud. "What does that mean?"\n\n"What?" Margot asks. "What does what mean?"\n\nAnd then you look past your feet to the ground, and you see the end of your superheroine life.\n\nArranged as if an invisible you were lying on the floor, you see your white boots, gloves, and utility belt. Topping it off, where your face might be, is a blue mask. Your mask.\n\n"No! No!" you cry. You shake your body and so shake Margot's.\n\n"What?" Margot asks. "What's going on?"\n\nYour lips quiver. You're too horrified to speak. All you can do is look at your heroic garments, carefully laid out on the floor underneath your hanging, helpless figure, and think about how this is all on TV. \n\nHow Hammerson beat you in prime time.\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

"Oh no," you say, suddenly brought back to your senses. "The game ends here."\n\nYou try to push Hammerson off, but he easily deflects your arms and shoves you back against the car. He's not very strong, but you're hardly at your best right now.\n\n"Oh no, Blue Lynx," Hammerson sneers. "The game doesn't end until I get what I want."\n\nHe clutches your butt with one hand and brushes your face with the other. He's leaning forward, so that you can smell his breath, see the gleam in his eye, feel the his hardness down below...\n\n"No!" you cry. "No!"\n\nAnd then, a loud CRACK, and Hammerson falls to his knees. His hands drop from your body, and you see Margot standing there, her hands balled into fists. She slam one of the fist into Hammerson's head, and he plummets to the ground.\n\nYou pick yourself up from the car. "Is he... Unconscious?"\n\nMargot bents down and checks his pulse. "Oh yeah. Out like a light."\n\nYour face reddens as you straighten your belt, re-stretch your spandex, fix your hair. "Thanks," you mutter.\n\n"Of course, Erin!" Margot cries. "You had me confused there, though. For a second, I thought you might actually be attracted to him!"\n\nYou blush. "You know, Margot, I think I might have been."\n\nMargot shakes her head. "Don't think about it, babe. Let's go home and go to bed."\n\nYou nod.\n\nBut as you walk to Margot's car, you can't help but think about "it."\n\nAbout him.\n\nAbout Hammerson forcing himself on you.\n\nYou're not sure if that's a good or a bad ending...\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play again? |Start]]

WHAM!\n\nSomething hits you.\n\nYou stumble over, but remain on your feet.\n\n"What?"\n\nSomething else hits you. You stumble over in the other direction.\n\nYou spin around clumsily. You remember: your night-vision glasses!\n\nYou fumble in one of your pockets, find the goggles, and place them on your face.\n\nAnd they appear. All of them. The thugs. With broad smiles and night-vision goggles of their own.\n\n"Oh shit, oh shit," you think, bringing your fists up to your face.\n\nWait a minute. You count the thugs quickly. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Where's the tenth man?\n\n"Looking for me, babe?" a gruff voice says.\n\nYou turn around, and the punch that meets your face is so hard, your goggles fly off into the night. \n\nYour body twists, falls, and you hit the grass, hard, so that your limbs splay out.\n\n"No..." you mumble, looking up into the stars.\n\n"Such a romantic night," one of the thugs says. A chorus of laughter responds.\n\nAnd then, they're on top of you. One man sitting on each of your limbs. You push your pelvis up, trying to force them off, and another man presses you back to the ground. There are hands on the side of your head, hands around your throat, hands on your breasts. There's a part of you for every one of these animals...\n\n"You think Sunny will care if we have a little fun with her?" a voice sneers.\n\n"Sunny doesn't have to know," another voice answers. Laughter follows.\n\nYou struggle underneath the weight of ten men. "Get off of me, you bastards!" you cry.\n\n"What was that?" one of them says. "Did I just hear something?"\n\n"A little cat, meowing, perhaps?" laughs another.\n\n"I thought I heard her say 'Get me off,'" says a third.\n\n"Oh, we can do that..."\n\n"Let's just get her out of this outfit, first. It looks so uncomfortable..."\n\nAs they undress you-- as the men on your legs yank off your boots, and then your socks, as the men on your arms pull off your gloves, finger by finger, as one of them unclasps your belt and throws it aside, as another peels back your mask, giggling a bit upon recognizing that you're the mayor's daughter, as all of them stretch your spandex in ten directions until it finally rips, as they shred your lacy red panties with their teeth and lift your bra from your breasts-- it occurs to you that you don't deserve any of it, that you're barely a superheroine, that you ran away instead of fighting. That you earned this ending.\n\nYour eyes well up with tears as the men pick the final pieces of blue fabric from your body.\n\nThey seem to pause for a second, taking in your naked body, watching the moon make your skin glow.\n\nAnd then, they're back on top of you, holding every part down, so that you can only grimace as they take turns licking you, rubbing you, caressing you, moving inside you...\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]\n

You spin your elbow around!\n\nAnd it flies through the air!\n\nIt's not long enough to meet Julia, who strikes you in the back of the head!\n\nAnd your world...\n\nImmediately...\n\n[[Goes dark! | NEW BLUE LYNX]]

"You're gonna have to come down and get me!" you shout.\n\nHammerson responds with laughter.\n\n"Okay, Blue Lynx," he says. "As you wish."\n\nYou hear a sound. A sort of whoosh, followed by a tapping. A tapping that becomes a sort of bounce.\n\nIs something coming down the stairs?\n\nYou peer up the staircase and see it: it's some kind of ball...\n\nA grenade!\n\nThe bomb bounces to the ground, spitting out smoke.\n\nYou move to pick it up, but the plumes are already making you cough, already forcing your eyes to water.\n\n"Girls!" you hack. "Don't! Breathe it!"\n\nBut as you wrap your fingers around the grenade, you see first Julia, and then Margot fall to their knees. They're wheezing, moaning, eyes full of tears as they collapse to the floor.\n\nYour grip falters, and you stumble backward.\n\nYour head hits the wall.\n\nSmoke rushes over you.\n\nAnd your eyes shut.\n\n[[And you black out... | HAMMERSON SMOKE]]

You reach into your pocket and retrieve a small pellet.\n\n"These never fail," you whisper.\n\nYou hurl it into the foyer and it explodes. The henchmen immediately begin to cough. They stumble around helplessly, waving their arms.\n\n"Here's our chance!" you say, grabbing Margot by the hand.\n\nOne by one, you take down the thugs. It takes just a few skillful superheroine movements-- a leg sweep here, a neck chop there-- before they've all been grounded. When the smoke clears, you find three newly unconscious bodies in your midst.\n\nMargot claps. "Wow! That was awesome!"\n\n"I know," you say, pushing back your hair.\n\nYou leave through the front door and walk toward Margot's car.\n\n"Are we going to do anything about Julia?" Margot asks, unlocking the door.\n\n"I don't think so," you say, tersely.\n\nYou didn't save the hostage. But you got to beat up some thugs. I guess that counts as a win?\n\nTHE END\n\n[[Play Again? |Start]]