I dont understand why I angered him so much that he had to get violent. Too afraid to call the police or run, I crawled into bed and fell asleep praying for a normal household again. The next morning, I was in the kitchen cooking when Emma walked in wearing only her robe. I stole glimpses, quickly noting that she wasnt wearing anything underneath. I held my breath, remembering my husbands threat. Good morning, Daddy Emma said sitting on Toms lap at the kitchen table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was too much for me. I put the spatula down and begin to walk out the kitchen when Tom smacked the table. Where the fuck are you going? He asked sternly. I couldnt find my voice. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Emma smiled wickedly as Tom pointed to the eggs I left on the stove. Eggs. Cook them. Now He growled. Emma giggled as Tom turned his attention back to her. I watched out the corner of my eye as they talked about the different things that they had to. Against the wall, Black Canary tried desperately to skittle the lock in her shackles while the guards were distracted. Zatanna and Wonder Girl tried to recover from their attacks and were barely conscious themselves. I couldn’t help them or myself. The best I could do was try and escape. Beyond Cheetah’s table was a large panel that lay open – the convenient ventilation shaft escape, right? Of course it meant crawling across the floor and squeezing into the dark murky stink beyond, but I did…and was gone. I knew it had been too easy, but at the time I didn’t care. I crawled along what was really a crawlspace between rooms, a gap between walls where techs laid out the electronics and power lines through the joint. It wasn’t’ a job done to usual human specs, there were weights and gauges I didn’t know and conductors that looked like they were literally alive, snaking their way up and down the walls, carrying pulsing, glowing lines of power along their lengths. I kept moving slowly,.
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