Superman groaned. Is this how Jimmy feels whes into work after a night of heavy drinking? Moving his arms, he heard loud ging, which made his head hurt even more.

Turning to his left and right, Superman saw that he was in the middle of a large cell, his wrists cuffed to metal s hanging from the ceiling. Behind him was a small barbed window. He was in his supersuit, his grey sweats having been crumpled in a pile in a lonely er. He tried seeing through walls of his cell, but was only met with more crete. Either the walls were laced with lead, or - Superman did not dare think of the alternative.

He pulled at the s with all his superhuman might. The iron links held their ground. The Man of Steel, not being a man who gives up on his first attempt, tries again. The s ged arrogantly. He tried a third time. This time, the metal groaned with him, and he could see the cuffs were starting to bend.

“Going somewhere?”

Superman saw a blond, muscular jock leaning against the door. “Parasite”, growled Superman.

“Took you long enough to figure that out”, Parasite smirked.

Supermahe rays of sunshine on the back reinvigorating him. He just had to buy some time.

“How did you escape from prison this time?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that difficult. A guard was bored and I volunteered to suck his dick. It was kinda like a gay porno, if you ighe part where I draihe life out of him”, Parasite laughed.

“So yay now?", Superman asked, feeling more strength c through his arms.

“I thought you didn’t have a problem with that?”

“I don’t, I just have a problem with you raping, draining and killing i people.”

Parasite winked flirtatiously and ambled towards Superman. “You try sug a 400-pound man; it’s like drinking lard. Muscular people are more filling, more nutritious. And a surprising number of them are gay. So let’s just say I have an acquired taste food ma.”

“I see you still l

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