I am Widowmaker. The effects of the tickle gas still lingered, but I welcomed the sensation with a twisted pleasure. As the mechanical hands continued their relentless assault, I found myself reveling in the chaos of it all. Each tickle, each touch, only fueled my desire for more. I may have been at their mercy, but I was in complete control. In that moment, hanging by my wrists, I felt a rush of power unlike anything I had ever experienced before. This was my battlefield, and I would...