Fallen Angel pt 1

The scene opens with a slim brunette in a tight superhero costume lying on her back, hands possibly bound, in a dark room — she’s not fighting back but doesn’t look willing either. Next thing, she’s in an unfinished construction space, white plastic sheeting on the floor, sitting with her hands on her head like she’s been detained. Two bald, muscular white guys in tactical gear show up — one’s got a neck tattoo, both look like enforcers from some dystopian squad. They grab her, lift her up against a wall, manhandling her like she’s property. She gets shoved to her knees, head jerked back, then pulled onto her feet again for a rough standing hold — he’s got one hand on her throat, the other gripping her hip. The power dynamic is all wrong — she’s the ‘fallen angel’ now, no powers, no backup. Camera stays tight, medium shots focusing on the physical control — gripping, shoving, forceful positioning. No penetration shown in these frames, but the intention is obvious: this is about dominance, capture, and submission. The costume stays mostly on, but it’s yanked around — one breast exposed at one point, skirt pushed up. Lighting is low, gritty, industrial. Feels like part of a larger storyline where she gets captured and broken down over multiple scenes. The realism in the setting helps — exposed pipes, wooden frames, concrete floor. She’s not talking, barely reacting — almost numb. Adds to the vibe that this isn’t consensual roleplay, it’s darker. Her long brown hair gets tangled as she’s moved around. One guy grips it from behind at one point. The other keeps grabbing her throat with a tight grip, not squeezing hard but enough to feel it. No smiles, no eye contact between her and them. Just control. The sequence suggests more is coming — this is just the setup, the takedown. But the tension is already thick.