She'd spent nearly ten minutes laying on her side against the hard kitchen floor, hacking blindly away at her binds with a knife she'd knocked from a table before they finally snapped loose. "Oh!" Zarya gasped, unable to stop herself when she felt her wrists finally come apart behind her back. She was still tied around the waist and chest, but with the wrist binds broken, she was able to muscle her arms back in front of her and start squirming out of her restraints. It felt great. No, it felt better than great. After being locked up in bondage for what seemed like an eternity, she was finally breaking loose.

Zarya eagerly rolled onto her butt and began pulling at the knots tying her legs and feet. When they came loose, she graciously kicked them aside and stretched herself out. With the aid of the counter beside her, she clambered to a stand entirely of her own free will.

"Ha!" Zarya cheered, lifting her feet out of the pool of frayed and broken ropes around them. She stretched every which way she could, leaning into a twist of her waist, a dip of her back, a bend of her thighs. There were little rope marks around her wrists and ankles, but they were already starting to fade. Zarya watched them, a triumphant smile spreading slowly across her face. They could not hold me very long, she thought, rubbing at her forearm. And now they will pay for kidnapping me in the first place.

She took a deep breath and scanned the kitchen. It was dark all around her, as it had been when she first came hopping in from the hallways beyond. It must've been very late. She'd managed to spend twenty minutes hopping about and cutting herself loose and not a single person had arrived to stop her. Only dim emergency lights remained on, dotting a trail of white reflection against the tiled floor in a straight line from one end of the room to the next. Zarya looked to the way she'd come and debated grabbing that pesky brat, DVa, to help her find a way out of the labyrinth of a building. But after all the torture she'd endured at the tips of the girl's cruel little fingers, she'd prefer not to even have to look at her again. Instinctively, she laid a hand on her bare belly, wishing she could cover it up somehow. The mere thought of being tickled again made her tense up all over.

At the room's other end, glass doors awaited. It looked like they opened into a much broader hall than the one's Zarya had hopped down when she was still all bound up. Tentatively, she stepped in that direction, the tile floor cold against the soles of her bare feet as she made her way quietly forth. She closed her hands to fists and moved beside the glass. When she peaked out into the hall, nothing met her gaze but emptiness and shadows. Above her head, the quiet whine of the emergency lights produced the only sound, seemingly, in the entire building.

She stepped forward and the doors slid apart to welcome her inside. Zarya moved cautiously into the new hall, keeping herself crouched and as 'small' as she could. Of course, it wasn't easy when you were over 6 feet tall and built up like she was, but it would have to do. She moved on like that, her eyes wide and alert beneath her tuft of pink hair that swayed with every careful step. The hall curved and she curved with it. When it rose up a slope, she rose too. A few doors flanked the hall's sides, but each one she peaked into was nothing but empty.

It wasn't until the hall tapered off into another section of the building that she finally heard a noise she could follow. It was vague at first, but as she plodded in its direction, a subtle hiss grew to become the distinct sound of running water. Zarya kept herself crouched low as she traced its origin down to a beige corridor cornering into what must have been the locker and changing rooms for the building's fitness center. She passed a few weights, barbells, dumbbells, a lengthy mirror. It took a great deal of restraint not to get a quick pump in. Focus, Aleksandra, she told herself, pressing into the shower room. There'll be plenty of time for that after you escape this place.

Inside, the air grew thick and damp. The sound of water she'd been following was, in fact, running, and that was because someone was inside using it. Zarya held her breath as she stepped cautiously into the steamy mists of the shower room. At the far end, partially hidden behind a waist-high trim of linoleum siding, the curves of a naked woman greeted her.

Zarya's heart quickened as she froze in place and narrowed her eyes into the steam. Beneath the hot torrents of a shower head, a woman with bronze skin stood washing herself. The water glistened off every inch of her nakedness, and when the woman turned a bit to her side, Zarya glimpsed one brown nipple with a drip of water beading at its tip. Long black hair fell flat against the shapely contours of her shoulder blades. When she ran her hands through it, her movements were graceful and fluid, like some exotic beast. She stepped in a semi-circle, and the curves of her butt peaked around the shower's siding. Zarya imagined herself taking a handful of it.

No! Zarya internally scolded. Focus. She pried her eyes from the sliver of naked butt and moved silently forward. She laid her feet carefully, one after the other, until she was in range of the woman. Then, without further delay, she slipped into the shower herself and grabbed her. Her hands were large, and it was easy enough to cover up the woman's mouth beneath one of her palms to keep her silent. Her free arm took one of the woman's wrists and wrenched it back behind her.

"Don't make a sound," Zarya whispered into her ear. "You're going to help me find my way out of here. Understand?"

When the woman turned her head slightly back to look at her, Zarya found the unmistakable markings beneath the woman's right eye that identified her as Overwatch security chief, Fareeha Amari.

Zarya had to smile. "Well, look who it is. Pharah. I believe you were the one pointing a rocket launcher at me a few hours ago, just before you had me bound and kidnapped from my apartment. I'm… so happy we've been reunited. Now, you and I are going to-"

Before she could say anything else, Pharah leaned into Zarya's chest and threw her legs up in the air. She planted her feet on the tiled wall of the shower and kicked off of it. Zarya, taken unaware, was helpless but to watch the slippery little woman go flipping backwards over her shoulder. By the time she'd gotten herself turned around, Pharah was crouched in an action-ready position.

"Run and I'll tackle you," Zarya warned.

"Oh, I'm not running," Pharah assured her with a smirk. "I'm not in any danger."

Zarya's pride took a blow. Her brow wrinkled as she grit her teeth. "You are a cocky thing, aren't you? Do you know who I am? I'm the world's strongest woman. I will crush you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware we were arm-wrestling," Pharah countered, and as Zarya fumbled to find a retort of her own, added, "Listen to me. I don't know how you escaped your restraints, but I'm putting you back in them. We can do this the easy way… or the other way. It's your choice."

Zarya raised her fists. "I will not be put back in restraints! Now, you're going to show me the way out of this maze of a headquarters of yours. I'm not asking. We can do this the easy way, or-"

Pharah had slowly been repositioning herself closer to the shower head, and in that moment: she sprung her plan. Her hand darted for the thing and slid it out from the wall. She turned its stream immediately on Zarya, full blast, hitting her directly in the face. Zarya was blind and gasping for air as she backpedaled, throwing her hands up to shield herself from the water. She regained her composure and was ready to fight back against the stream when something snapped into place around one of her flailing wrists. Her arm was wrenched back, and—still half-blinded from the water—she was unable to stop Pharah from attaching her somehow to the wall.

When the water stream finally lowered, Zarya shook wet hair out of her face and swiped at her eyes to clear her vision. When it was cleared, she found one of her wrists handcuffed to a hand railing that trimmed one of the shower's walls.

"No!" Zarya wailed, jerking hard at the handcuff immediately. It didn't budge. "Arrrgh!" She growled, spinning back on Pharah and pointing across the gap between them with her free hand. "You cheat!"

Pharah ignored her, opting instead to fish around in a black duffel bag. Explains where the handcuffs came from, Zarya thought bitterly as she watched. Pharah pulled out an ear piece and held one end to her lips. "Angela, could you… meet me in the shower rooms. I've got a big question for you. Over and out."

"Let me go!" Zarya shouted, the handcuff jingling against the railing as she tugged at it. "I spent too much time getting loose to be locked up again now!"

"Should've thought of that before you attacked me," Pharah said with a shrug. "Now I'm filing you as dangerous and violent."

"Violent!? I was trying to get you to help me escape!"

"Yes… violently."

"Ey! What is going on in here! Are you trying to wake up the-" Tracer stepped around the corner of the entrance, clad in flannel pajama pants with a matching top. Her goggles were off and her hair was a mess. Her mouth fell agape the second she saw the two of them. "Wha… you… huh?" She stuttered, glancing between Zarya and Pharah with a finger extended. "Oh!" She covered her eyes.

"The situations under control," Pharah said, grabbing for a towel and wrapping it around her body. "And calm yourself, Lena. You've seen me in the shower before."

"Not you! Bloody her!" Tracer yelped, still covering her eyes.

Zarya frowned, unsure of what that meant until she looked down at her chest. Her tank top had been soaked by the shower head, and her nipples stood out in two pointed damp spots. She gasped and draped her free arm across them.

Mercy came rushing into the room next. Her eyes found Zarya immediately and her eyes went wide. "Oh, no! What happened?"

Pharah marched up to her and plants her hands on her hips. "Why don't you tell me, Doctor. She was supposed to be strapped down and secured. Instead, she just snuck in here and got the drop on me."

"She was strapped down and secured!" Mercy countered. "She was tied up, too, like you wanted. I… I don't know how she escaped!"

Tracer rolled her eyes. "Could be it's 'cause she's, like, the world's strongest woman and all that. Traditional restraints? Not gonna cut it, loves."

"On that much, we agree," Pharah said with a nod. "I'm going to have her locked up in a straitjacket."

"No!" Zarya protested, drawing all three of their attention her way. "I will not be put in anymore restraints! One of your 'heroes'… she tortured me tonight!"

"Tortured?" Mercy echoed, clasping her hands at her chest and stepping forth. "Zarya, who tortured you?"

"DVa!"

"Hana?" Pharah raised an eyebrow. "She's a nineteen year old video game player. You expect me to believe you were tortured by her?"

"She…" Zarya felt her face flush with embarrassment. She averted her eyes and made herself confess anyway. "She… tickled me."

"Tickled?" Tracer asked with a smile. She wiggled her fingers. "Like goochi-goochi-goo sort of tickling?"

"Don't be so melodramatic. That isn't torture," Pharah added.

"I have ticklish feet!" Zarya shouted. "And my belly and… argh! It doesn't matter! It was torturous, and I refuse to be put back in restraints!"

"Do we really have to restrain her anyway, Fareeha?" Mercy asked Pharah. "Can't we just lock her in a cell until-"

"No. I'm chief of security, and I make the decision on how to handle prisoners," Pharah explained. "And I want this one restrained. End of discussion."

Zarya squinted at the woman, shaking her head with disgust. "She enjoys it," she said, prompting Pharah's head to snap around to her. "Yes. That's it, isn't it? You get off on all this. Get off on some power trip by having me controlled and kept in bondage. The Overwatch chief of security…" she made herself grin, putting the might of her anger behind the gesture, "…is nothing more than a pervert. She lusts after me. She probably-"

"You just shut your mouth," Pharah warned, extending a finger her way. She reached for one of the shower heads and slid it from the wall. "Talk again and I'll blast you with this."

Zarya began to say something in return, but when Pharah reached for the handle of the stream, it gave her second thought. She shut up, choosing instead to glare spitefully across the gap at her captor.

"Now go and get me the biggest straitjacket we have in the infirmary ward," Pharah instructed Mercy.

"Pharah, do we-"

"Now, Angela," Pharah cut her off.

Mercy sighed, nodded, and disappeared.

"You too, Lena. Get back to sleep. The show's over."

Tracer stretched and yawned. "Yeah, right. Do need my beauty rest and all. Well g'night loves," she said with a wave to Zarya, and vanished herself.

When the shower rooms had cleared out and they were alone again, the tension was palpable. Zarya glared. Pharah fixed her with an icy look, the shower head clutched in one hand menacingly, daring her to talk. Zarya wasn't particularly looking forward to being blast with water again, and so said nothing.

They remained like that until Mercy returned with a big, white, straitjacket. There were straps and buckles dangling from every inch of it, jingling against one another as she carried it forth.

"I should be able to fit her in this," she said with a shrug. "I suppose we'll find out."

She began moving forward till Pharah put her hand out to halt her. "No. I'll lock her up. Here," she reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a black pistol. "Just keep that trained on her while I secure her."

"A gun?" Mercy yelped, putting a hand to her chest.

"It's a tranquilizer gun, Angela, calm yourself."

"Oh…" Mercy took the gun as Pharah got hold of the straitjacket.

"Now, I'm going to wrap you up tight in this thing," Pharah explained as she moved closer to Zarya. "And you're not going to fight me, or you'll be tranquilized and put in it anyway. So don't try anything."

"You think that puny little coat is going to hold me?" Zarya taunted with a laugh. "I've escaped you once. I'll escape you again."

"Keep your mouth shut. And we'll see about that."

The straitjacket was big, but Zarya was bigger. That meant it was going to be a tight fit until she freed herself. Pharah forced her loose arm into one of the coat sleeves and had it all strapped down and locked up before she ventured to uncuff Zarya's wrist from the shower railing. When she had, she quickly forced her hand into the other sleeve and pulled it around her chest. The result left Zarya 'hugging' herself very tightly as the sleeveless tapered ends were guided behind her back, fastened and buckled. There was a loose strap dangling between her legs that Zarya was wondering about until Pharah promptly grabbed it and drove it down, between, and up and under Zarya's legs to the other side. When it was pulled tight, the strap pressed firm against Zarya's crotch.

"Ah," Zarya yelped as her posture stiffened. "That's too tight!"

"Quiet. You've shown what you'll do if I'm lenient with you," Pharah said, buckling the crotch strap into place.

"Oh, you'd better hope you're not there when I get out of this," Zarya warned her through grit teeth. She shifted herself around trying to relieve some of the tension pressing against her crotch but couldn't find a successful stance.

Pharah stood looking up at her with ice in her eyes. Without facing the Doctor, she said, "You're dismissed, Mercy."

"Fareeha?"

"You heard me. The giant has been subdued. I have her under control. You're dismissed. Get some sleep."

Zarya glanced over to find Mercy lingering uncertainly in the hall fidgeting with the hem of her shirt before sighing and quietly making her way back outside.

"You're not wrong you know," Pharah spoke into the quiet of the shower room shortly after Mercy had departed.

Zarya frowned down at her.

"I do enjoy this," the woman went on with a nod of her head.

Zarya sneered. "I'm sure you do. And I'll bet you're the one who ordered my kidnapping in the first place as well, aren't you?"

Pharah grinned. She nodded.

"I don't know what you think you're going to accomplish," Zarya growled, leaning down a bit so the two were on eye level, "but I assure you it won't be what you want."

Pharah stepped aside and gestured to the hall at the end of the shower room. "Move your feet. Or I'll spray you again right in that big mouth of yours."

Zarya jerked her arms against the straitjacket with an agitated groan. You wouldn't dare talk to me like that if I wasn't in bondage, she thought bitterly, flashing a last look of contempt at the woman as she obeyed her command and marched out of the shower rooms. Immediately, she felt the pressure of the strap between her legs rubbing at her crotch.

"Turn," Pharah commanded once they'd breached into the fitness center, laying a hand on the small of Zarya's back to guide her.

Zarya did so, but threw a glare back at the woman as she was led. "It is uncomfortable to walk with this damned strap between my legs pulled so tight! Loosen it!"

"Mouth - shut," Pharah commanded, jabbing her in the lower back to keep her walking. "If you don't obey me, I'll pull that strap tighter."

It took a great deal of effort for Zarya to contain her anger as she begrudgingly trudged on, squirming all the while in the straitjacket to try and find some slack or weakness to exploit. She found none, and by the time they'd walked back to the medical bay, Zarya was resigned to no more fidgeting till she was certain she could break free. All she'd done, it seemed, was restrain herself further by squirming.

"Stop," Pharah commanded of her in a hall that trimmed the med bay's outer wall. The woman pressed her thumb to a print scanner beside a door and it slid open. "Get in there."

Zarya peaked inside the room. It was small and furnished with only a medical table, a chair, and a desk with a computer terminal and some machinery beside it. They were turned on; their blue electronic glow the only light in the otherwise dark room.

"What is this?"

"Your new holding cell. Now get in and lie down on that table," Pharah answered, "unless you want your straps tightened up."

Zarya angrily shouldered past her and went into the room. She took a last look around before seating herself on the edge of the table. It was heavily padded and comfortable at least. Plus the tension between her legs wasn't so great when she was seated. Pharah followed her in, the door closing and locking behind her. It wasn't until then, in the private and dark setting of the medical room, Zarya noted her captor was still clad in only her towel.

"Put your feet here," Pharah instructed, tapping the edge of the table.

"What are you doing with me?" Zarya questioned.

"Do as I say," came the answer.

"Po'shyol 'na hui," Zarya muttered under her breath, laying back on the table to kick her feet up and stretch herself out. Pharah wasted no time wrapping both of her ankles up in leather cuffs that were tethered to either side of the table's end. Then she made her way up the table, pulling strap after strap out from one side, draping it over Zarya's legs and body, and buckling it in place on the other. The result of which left Zarya strapped down and completely immobilized.

"You must truly fear me to bind me like this," Zarya taunted, squirming a bit to test her new restraints. "It won't hold me. Nothing in this weak place will. Especially not the weak women that inhabit it."

Pharah slid the desk chair beside the table and perched herself on its edge. She sat like that for a while, staring down at Zarya with a measured look about her. Zarya tried avoiding her awkward gaze, focusing instead on the woman's tattoo or marking or whatever it was beneath her right eye.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked. "Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"You like being tied down," Pharah told her with a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of her thin lips.

"Of course not."

"I wasn't asking. I was stating a plain and simple truth."

"You disgust me," Zarya told her with a scoff. "And when I escape you, I promise you'll pay for this."

Instead of a retort, Pharah only reached for the handle of a nearby drawer. She pulled it open and plucked a roll of white medical tape from inside. Slowly, she peeled a strip away and pulled it taught between her fists.

"Now what do you think you're doing? Trying to intimidate me? You aren't nearly as imposing as you think you are, little woman. In fact, I-mmmf!" Pharah shoved the tape squarely across Zarya's lips, sealing her mouth closed. "Hnnnnf!"

Pharah leaned back and watched her again with that same unreadable expression on her dark face.

"Hnfff," Zarya grunted into the tape, not thrilled with the fact that she was gagged again. "Mmnf! Hnf!"

"You won't be doing anymore talking, I'm afraid," Pharah explained calmly. "Now, you can lie there tonight and think about what I've done to you. I want you to." She stood from the chair. "I want you thinking about helpless I've rendered you. I want you to be angry. Can you do that for me? Can you give me your anger?"

Zarya glared at her.

"Good girl." She headed for the door. "Sleep tight."

"Mmmmph!' Zarya roared, but by then, the door was already sliding shut behind Pharah, and she was left all alone.