It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon as Matthew Fisher returned home from the cemetery. His grandma’s funeral had ended earlier today and he spend the last 3 hours strolling the streets of his New England hometown. He had been thinking. For years he had hatched plans of what he would do once he was alone and had no one to answer to. With no living family members and without any close friends, Matt was determined to make his dreams come true.

He entered the large house at the cities border that now belonged to him. While it was relatively large, it still disappeared between the tall trees that surrounded it. As a kid he used to play in those woods for hours. Now they would grant him the privacy he needed. In addition to the house, he now had enough money he could ever need. The inheritance left to him by his grandmother and the money that remained from his parent’s life insurance payments meant that he didn’t have to work a single day in his life.

Matt had been lonely as long as he remembered. His grandma was kind and loving, but she could not compensate the loss of his parents and the lack of friends. Bullying in school had only added to this feeling and slowly turned him into a typical loner. His main escape during his childhood were comic books. What started as a love for heroic stories had quickly become an obsession with the gorgeous superheroines during his teenage years. To this day he regularly jerked off to their images and videos on the internet. As they were the passion of his life, he felt that these beautiful powerful females should belong to him alone. And that is how he decided to make them his. He would capture them, break them and turn them into his loyal slaves.