Thanos' P.O.V. 

Where the Hell am I? This makes no sense. I can't remember anything, it's all a blur. Since when did I lie down? When did I leave my throne? Where am I?! 

I have no clue and the fact that I'm surrounded by darkness doesn't help. My head is spinning, I'm so weak I can barely move. Even when I try to move my left arm I fail. Same goes for the right. Am I seriously this weak? "The most powerful being in the universe" can't lift his arm. But wait, is it my fault? 

No. 

Someone did this to me, I definitely didn't do this to myself. What is this? It's tight without a doubt, wrapped around my wrists. It's some kind of restraint. It's obviously a very strong leather, completely debilitating. I can feel something similar around my neck, it must be either a leash or a collar. 

Strange, my legs are not tied to this bed. I can kick and thrash about all I want. In the back of my mind there are filthy thoughts running ramped. 'What are they going to do? Make me wear panties? Rub dirt in my eye? Drip wax all over my body? Brand me?' It's thrilling, nonetheless nerve wrecking. Part of me wants all that torture to happen, that part thinks me, the Mad Titan, horrible. Maybe I deserve to be some bastard's bitch. Who the Hell said overpopulation is my problem? 

No one. With the Infinity Gauntlet, I- 

Reality hits me like a slap to the face when I realize what has happened. 

It's gone. 

Those mother fuckers! They must've stolen it before they tied me up. Curses! I have to get out of here. Hell knows what they could be doing to my Gauntlet, they couldn't possibly be selling it! Or... could they? The thought is too horrid to bear. I've worked so hard for that Gauntlet, and I am the rightful owner. 

Then again, my captors are probably saying the exact same thing about me. They're probably planning to humiliate and rape me. This situation is too intimate to not be sexual. Strapped to a bed with a leash? That's without a doubt sexual. If they didn't want it to be sexual then I would be chained to a wall in a cold basement being tortured as I speak. Although... that sounds kind of fun, as a matter of fact. I can't wait to see what they come up with. 

If I could ever know who THEY are. Right now lying half erect on this bed I wouldn't mind if someone bends me over their knee and spanks me... maybe spank me harder with the Power Stone from my Gauntlet... ouch. 

Strange, I've never wanted to be disciplined before. Maybe I'd really like it  I shall see sooner rather than later, because something is moving near the door. 

Two shadows of men. They mess with the lock, and then they enter... 

I couldn't hide my smirk when I saw who they were.