Enchantress stood over the whimpering form that was the man her host loved. How pathetic. It was amusing really, to watch this man who gave her such big talk to be whimpering beneath her feet like some sad little whelp. She crouched down, her hands grasping his face, letting her touch bring him back to the real world. “No more tears.” She whispered, a black thumb wiping a tear away on his face. “Now you see that I can hurt you in ways not even Waller can. Help me get my heart and I will make sure that what you saw won’t happen again.”
With a stiff gasp that seemed to rock the soldiers entire form, Rick was brought back and found himself sprawled sideways across the damp bathroom floor. His body shook like a leaf, torso rose and fell in time with the powerful drags of air he sucked in, and the sight of Enchantress surrounding the man from above brought him no comfort. It was real… it was all so real, like June had truly been there, but she’d turned cold. Her monitor had flatlined. Rick, nor the witch, had saved Moone. Each passing breath drew Flag closer to regaining his bearings. He’d suffered torture before and knew he could clear his senses. He had to. He had to remember what the doctor told him, he had to convince himself, that all Enchantress would share was a lie. It was a lie. She presented her final offer, all while sporting another coy smirk, and with a weak, gravelly, voice he replied, “… Shove it up your ass, you bitch.”