Investigations are still underway following the sudden power outage around the industrial section of the city. However, initial investigations showed “...signs of external influence and not a mechanical failure,” according to Enersystems. The company in charge of the electrical power lines around the industrial and factory sectors.

Hold on, there is a report coming in stating that a man whom experienced electrical burns from a power source generating current well above fatal levels has been hospitalized minutes after the outage.

The current had short-circuited through his body when the man grabbed hold of a live wire and his other hand came in contact with a nearby railing. The moments prior to this will be broadcasted in a moment, viewer discretion is highly advised.

[A man in his late thirties, outfitted with an orange reflective vest and utility belt filled with gadgets was inspecting wires. The device in his hand started flashing rapidly. At first there was no reaction from him but as he put it away, he leaned forward over the railing to prod at something. However, as he did so a bright spark arced from where his hand was and the man froze. His head jerked backwards and the visible hand holding on to the railing turned black. After several seconds the power cut off and the man collapsed.]

Despite the impossibilities, the man is in a critical but stable condition. All of this is possible by an anonymous civilian who was able to locate the man and direct emergency responders to the victim’s exact location. We would like to remind you that the amount of current that passed through his body is estimated at well over 1 ampere, while just a tenth of that is fatal. Truly a miracle has happened today.

A recording of a local MCT News outlet.

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“Lau-ren! Lau-ren! Lau-ren!” A thunderous chant emanated from the grand stadium housing thousands of citizens. Stage lights danced across the stage and audience, creating a mesmerizing symphony of colour in tune with the music. All are entranced by the sole figure captivating the hearts of men and women alike, standing proudly at the centre of everyone’s attention.

With perfect red hair and a glimmering, tight-fit one-piece suit that accentuated her natural curves, well-endowed bosom and an ample behind, Lauren took off into a perfect grand jeté. A horizontal split accentuated her legs and the landing on one foot which emphasized her flexible body was followed by a roll paused midway.

A unified gasp from the audience created a short-lived silence. The music slowed down by a few beats in preparation for the finisher.

Lauren completed the roll and from the crouched position sprung into a front flip. Just before landing, she outstretched her hands over her head. The crowd erupted in cheers at the arousing landing which had her breasts bound around and the legs in a front split.

“And there it is! Lauren’s flip-and-bounce topped off with a split! A once rare and memorable stunt now becoming a regular occurrence. Perhaps next time we might see some more?”

‘I would never show you more.’

The last bit flared all the men’s fantasies into overdrive. There was no reaction from Lauren as she stood tall and gave extensive bows to each side of the audience - displaying cleavage and threatening angles of her behind without shame.

Bouquets of vivid flowers were thrown on the stage filled with various assortments of plants. Lauren picked up the nearest, gave a big smile and a wave as a parting gift before retiring to the backstage.

“That’s all for today! Come back next week for an even more riveting performance!”

The crows never ceased chanting, “Lau-ren! Lau-ren! Lau-ren...”

The seemingly endless chant died down as Lauren stepped out of the spotlight and entered the backstage. Light operators, make-up experts and general employees scurried around under a clean white lighting to prepare the stage for the next show. All of whom steered clear of Lauren and the men dressed in suits flanking all her sides.

‘He keeps increasing the number of bodyguards, pointless.’

A short, stout man covered in shining jewels came to the front of the cohort with his hands clapped together, clinking his gemstones that adorned his fingers together.

“Sweety, that was the most ardent performance speaking to not just the mind, but the body as well.”

‘Here is the ancient times wannabe. Best to play along, again.’

The men in black stopped as a single unit once Lauren gave a short curtsy, “I’m flattered by your high praise.”

A soft chuckle filled the room as the man’s throat managed to stifle a laugh. “Oh please, I just wanted to let you know how much your fans are fulfilled by you. But I do believe you are growing conceited and that popularity you built up might suffer.” There was a cold gleam in the man’s eye as he watched Lauren’s reaction.

“Forgive me esteemed chancellor Alfor, I’m not quite sure what you meant by that.”

‘He couldn’t make it any more obvious, this swine.’

Alfor brought up his right hand, “it’s just that perhaps it is time to stir the body some more - perhaps a more daring performance for next week?” The cold glint from before turned into a burning libido as a lump of flesh stood up under Alfor’s tight belt.

‘With the intelligence and control of one to boot.’

Lauren did not spare a glance down on his member but her grimaced face and clenched fist did little to hide her true feelings. “I’ve been thinking about surprising the audience in one of my upcoming performances, and the next one will be a great opportunity, esteemed chancellor.”

Alfor’s smile pulled his lips back to reveal a perfect yellow set of teeth, “Perfect! I’m sure everyone will be most excited to hear the news, myself included.”

As the chancellor trotted away, the bodyguards around Lauren resumed their pace and marched towards a side exit.

A single black vehicle waited by the curb, with tinted windows and polished paint it gave off a luxurious luster. As the group approached the car, the man in the front opened the door for Lauren to get in. With a soft click, the door sealed itself and the vehicle took off without a sound.

“That bastard! To think he would have the nerve to demand even more of your jui-precious body!”

A distorted voice came from the car’s speaker.

‘From one disgusting pile of meat to another.’

“Shut it.”

“As you command, my queen.”

Without someone to glare at, Lauren settled on one of the many ‘hidden’ cameras in the interior.

“Oh yes, getting started already? Perhaps my char-”

“Just get it over with.”

“Very well, why don’t you start by blowing a kiss into a couple of the cameras. Oh- and don’t forget to wink.”

‘Don’t think, just put on the persona and forget about it.’

There was little movement as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the time came to breathe out her expression changed from an uncaring attitude to one of a lover’s. She cycled through hand bunny ears, to peace signs to hearts.

“Perfect. Now why don’t we move onto some more suggestive poses?”

“Already?” The tone that came from Lauren did not match her expression in the least, which snapped back to one of borderline hostility with pursed lips.

“Don’t worry, we’re just ahead of the schedule.”

‘There is no schedule.’

Lauren didn’t miss a beat as she twisted herself at all angles to show off as much skin as possible while hiding the most important parts - a feat made impressive by the revealing thigh-long skirt and high tank top fused into a one piece suit.

“Oh yes...that was quite exquisite.” Lauren stopped at once, her arms crossed. “Now that we’re done, I hope all of the traces pointing at me have been wiped and my identity secure?”

“Who said we’re done? I was thinking that with your impressive assets you should be… more daring, showing them off.”

‘This asshat thinks I will do even more than I already am?!’

Lauren raised her hand and pointed at the nearest black, marble-size protrusion. “I am not going any further-”

“Really? With everything that I have collected so far, what would your father think about your studies and excelling grades that are providing funding for the two of you?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You snooping pile of-”

“No need to get so mad. All I’m asking for is a bit more cleavage, a higher angle up those toned legs, not much.”

In the next moment Lauren ripped off some fabric from the seats and wrapped it around her elbow. Which promptly smashed into the windows.

‘Not much he says? I’d sooner break my arms and legs trying to get out of here than submit to that filth.’ A quiet thud echoed back but there was little change. She tried a few more times, and even kicking did little damage.

“Come on now, that won-”

The distorted voice was cut off at the same time that the car jerked to a halt in the middle of a street. The doors clicked as the lock was removed and everything came to a stop.

The sudden change of events made Lauren falter.

“What are you playing at you jerk?!” There was no response to her abusive words. The street was in poor condition, the streetlights were rusty, cracks running along the asphalt and a homeless guy sipping away his store-bought liquor. Vendors had three-dimensional signs flickering in and out of existence acting as the only source of illumination across countless alleyways running between apartment complexes.

Lauren’s eyes danced across the city around her, none of it familiar. “Where...am...I?” She spoke aloud, but was again met with silence. Being in a questionable part of the town in her getup would lead to a plethora of assumptions - ones she did not want to deal with.

‘Best to wait this one. Knowing him, he won’t last long; minutes at most.’

Instead, she chose to remain within the questionable safety of the car. Despite the lack of any movements, the car’s engine remained idle, providing heating during the crisp evening; a much better alternative to walking around outside.

The minutes went by, turning into five, ten then fifteen. At which point she had resigned to get out of the situation herself. With the doors unlocked, getting out of the car was simple - getting her clothes back was the difficult part.

Lauren approached the trunk and hesitated, there was a chance it was still locked and trying to open it would set off the alarm. If there was one in the first place. ‘Is it worth the risk…? No other choice.’ Giving the trunk door a little shake showed that it was locked. Just as she let go a blare echoed across the dead street - alerting anyone within a few blocks of her location.

Lauren broke into a sprint to distance herself from the source of noise. No doubt people would show up to investigate, and the police shortly after. With her outfit the same one she used for the performance, her identity would be found out and her image ruined. “City’s star found illegally breaking into a luxury vehicle found in the notorious neighbourhood.”

People would slurp up the story like mocha-latte with extra cream. Her modernised ballet slippers did little to help with the traction. A light went up in front of a tattoo parlor across the street.

‘I’m too close, they’ll have clear vision of me. Where can I…?’

Without another second to spare, Lauren ducked into the alley she was passing just as the door across the street flung open. She took a few tentative steps back when a bottle fractured under her weight and a few shards dug into the sole of her right foot.

‘Ow!’ Her body went rigid and she jumped forward a bit and raised her foot to inspect the damage.

‘I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings…’

“Dammit Mason, did you drop another bottle?” A voice came from around the street. Lauren yanked the piece of shard stuck in her foot and hopped backwards.

“Mason?”

A group of men dressed in torn jeans and hoodies walked into the alley.

“Wheeew! Looky what we got ‘ere boys!”

“Ahh, did you date dump in an alley? Well don’t worry, we’ll plenty make it up to you eheheh.”

Lauren had her good foot forward, the other one on tippy toes slightly behind her. “Are you perhaps a ballerina, with those shoes? Why don’t you give us a close-up demonstration of a twirl...of your ass.” said the man as he licked his lips for the drool was reaching his chin.

‘I can’t move freely with this wound - let’s wait for them to lower their guard.’

Lauren waited until the four of them were around her, practically rubbing their bodies on her. As the one behind her reached out to grab her skirt she delivered a prompt jab to the shorter guy on her right, his now crooked nose bent at an unnatural angle. The left guy received an elbow to the jaw, breaking it and thrashing him to the ground. The two blows were quickly followed up by a prompt kick to crush the jewels between the legs of the guy in front, leaving Lauren standing on her injured leg. Pain receptors showered her brain with waves of agony. Lauren felt her legs weaken but stood her ground.

The one behind had his attention focused on raising the skirt and didn’t notice the blur of actions from Lauren. When it was his turn the world simply dimmed without warning and he collapsed into a heap of aroused flesh.

Two of them were still standing, one clutching his nose while the other clasping his groin. Now they were wary.

**********

The hum of machinery was mixed in with the noise of furious stroking of the flesh.

“Ah! Oh fuck yes!

“That smile, that body, you will be mine, all MINE!” There was a brief moment of ecstasy and a short grunt as a man seated behind countless monitors displaying various angle of a stunning beauty in a car removed his hands from his member.

The man reached for a bottle labeled “family friendly” and squeezed a copious amount of opaque, thick substance onto his hands and further grease his groin. Then, still out of breath, he whispered into the microphone.

“Oh yes...that was quite exquisite.” The man, as wide as he was tall, started rubbing something underneath the table once more.

“Now that we’re done, I hope all of the traces pointing at me have been wiped and my identity secure?”

He leaned back, away from the microphone. “Oh Lauren, you think that would satisfy me? No, today it’s time to go further.” Creeping closer to the monitors, “Who said we’re done? I was thinking that with your impressive assets you should be… more daring, showing them off.”

Lauren pointed at one of the cameras, a view which took up half of the monitors. “I am not going further-”

“Really? With everything that I have collected so far, what would your father think about your studies and excelling grades that are providing funding for the two of you?”

‘Got her there, now for one more push~’

Her stare was enough to kill, but it got the man even more excited. “You snooping pile of-”

“No need to get so mad, all I’m asking for is a bit more cleavage, a higher angle up those toned legs, not much.”

Lauren began to rip fabric from the seats and wrap it around her elbow,which she promptly started to smash into the windows.

‘Your arms, your perfect elbows, why would you do this to yourself?’ She kept trying, even kicking did little damage.

“Come on now, that won-” He was cut off as the power went out. Most of the monitors went dark and the hum quieted down to a few fans.

‘What the…’

“No no no no NO!” The man jumped from his seat and slammed his fist on the table. The bottle he was previously using toppled onto the floor and spilled a slimy mess.

‘Not when I was so close...I had everything planned out. She couldn’t run away, didn’t know where she was and would have no choice but to accept my offer...but now it's ruined!’

“Gone! It’s all gone!”

His outburst was followed by a moment of silence. Sitting alone in his chair like a loser, cradling his head in his hands. “If there was someone behind this, they will pay.” Grumbling to himself, he spun his seat around and continued to sulk alone towards the blank monitor screens where his queen once was.

“Okay, hook into the back up power…” The single red light in his room went dark, leaving a single flickering monitor creating shadows. “Now get the drones up and running…”

The previous background of a green hill and blue skies was replaced by a feed coming from one of the drones on the ground. With both his hands clenching on a controller, a strange centipede and spider fusion moved forward.

It scuttled across the floor, avoiding pizza boxes, socks, clothes, garbage bags and drinks. After a minute it reached a hole from which the emergency power line was connected, and went in.

**********

‘The shard went deep. That last kick left too much weight on my foot..’

The two thugs blocking the one way out were watching her. Waiting for any signs of weakness.

“Why haven’t you tried to run away missy? With that posture you’d rather fight us on our turf?”

‘I won’t be able to run for more thirty seconds, my open up the wound too far - the bleeding would get serious. But once they notice I won’t have much choice.’

“You know, all you have to do is bring that foot forward and come with us, simple right?”

The one with a nose bent at a ninety degree angle walked over to a garbage can and took the lid off. Curling his hand inwards, he flicked it outwards and sent the lid spinning at Lauren’s stomach.

The two rushed towards her at the same time. The lid was deflected with a quick backhand strike. The crooked-nose jumped at Lauren to tackled her on the ground. Instead, she sidestepped his advance and brought down a crippling blow with her elbow into his back. The man fell, face-first.

This bought enough time for the other one to attempt a tackle himself. A minute shift from Lauren prevented her from being tossed onto the ground. But now there was a hulking 90kg piece of meat on her.

“Get in!”

A familiar distortion roared from the car’s speakers, giving pause to the assailants and sent shivers down Lauren’s spine.

‘The pervert freak is back. But it’s my best chance to get out of here.’

The man attempting to shove her onto the ground didn’t even have time let go as Lauren clenched her hands together and smashed downwards onto his head.

He collapsed onto the ground; out cold.

‘If he tries something again it will be time to break contact with him. By any means necessary.’

Since the puncture was limited to the middle of her sole, Lauren jogged back into the car and the door clicked behind her.

“Explain.”

Describing her as pissed would be wishful thinking. Lauren's arms were crossed, the red hair disheveled. Her right fist had a trace of blood that was being smeared onto her tanktop, combined with the small pool at her feet added to her intimidation.

“Are you alright...all that blood…”

“Explain what happened.”

“It’s getting bigger, is one of your feet injured? Did those bastards do this? One second I’ll get you to the hospital-”

“I. Will. Be. Fine. Now tell me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, the power cut off for-...unexpectedly and it took a while to restore it.”

“Take me home.”

“But your le-”

“Now.” That was the final word as Lauren leaned back and closed her eyes.

“Yes my queen.”

A fist dented the ceiling of the car which went so far as to bend the outside metal, creating a visible mound from the outside that reflected countless neon signs as they drove away.