The Prisoner of Asgard
Grunting and squirming in obvious resistance as these soldiers held her against her will and boxed her in so she couldn't escape, the lovely Megara struggled to get away from this army who had invaded Greece and captured her. Unfortunately, Megara's captors were insistent on not letting her get away as she was insistent on refusing to accept her helplessness. The shackles that bound her hands behind her back exacerbated the situation even further, because the harder she squirmed and struggled, the deeper their cold metal grip bit into her wrists. She didn't know which grip was worse: the grip on her arms from the soldiers restraining her, or the cold metal grip of the shackles binding her. Either way, she was trapped with no way out. The soldiers stopped in front of a throne where, it seemed, no one was seated. Megara grunted and squirmed harder as she ordered, "Release me, you no-good pompous losers! I am NOT someone's prize! DO YOU HEAR ME?! ...