To Sigmund there wasn't any need for him to be here, there were plenty of other places that he could be right now that would be equally satisfying. A city in China, some backwoods town in Virginia, a mountain in Europe. It didn't quite matter, as long as he was destroying something he was content. But here we are, some bitch with too many arms had connived him into joining her for a short period of time. No reward was offered to him, aside from the satisfaction of blowing something incredibly powerful up. Unfortunately, it was a long con, and Sigmund fell right into her wily trap. 

Without any warning she had gassed him, knocking him unconscious with a potent sleeping agent. When he awoke from the gas she had used, he was totally and wildly blind. Furious and blind, Sigmund thought that she had popped his other eye, for about three or so hours he was just howling in fury. Tugging at the bindings that were apparently holding him in place, it wasn't until the third hour that he noticed that he was beginning to see vague shapes. He realized that his eye wasn't popped, he had just been placed in a pitch black room. 

So that was nice.

Now he was pissed off that he had been trapped in some dark enclosure and tied to the wall. [color=ed145b]"What? Torture? Try me you mutant bitch." [/color]Maybe it was psychological torture, because the silence that followed was even worse than any kind of torture that he could be feeling right about now. Another hour or so until even a hint of a noise, and it was some putz with a southern drawl. Muffled by a few feet of material, obviously not particularly strong or quality material. It didn't muffle "General Freedom" enough for Sigmund. Though it did let him know that Kali was still around, which was nice to know. 

[color=ed145b]"I'm going to gut that bitch when I see her again."[/color] Sigmund grumbled under his breath just before the room began to rumble violently. The floor in front of General Freedom began to part like the Red Sea, light flooded Sigmund's cage as the portal opened. It was about this time that Sigmund noticed that his clothes had been changed. From a dingy torn outfit to a freshly washed outfit of a solid brown T-Shirt and Blue Jeans, no shoes or socks. 

Kali had stripped him, why? Appearances? Is she recording this?

The pupil of the mangled warrior tightened to a pinprick as the light seared his eye, a hulking form of a man stood above him. Smaller than the swordsman sent after him once, but only just. No stink of godly power, it wasn't an agent of that Golden Cunt. 

But just the look of this prick had already made Sigmund angry. [color=ed145b]"What kind of outfit is this? Captain America combined with Stargirl?" [/color]

These insults were spat as the chained warrior was raised from the ground below, the floor leveled out. Putting Freedom and Sigmund on the same plane, but leaving Sigmund chained to some manner of cross. [color=ed145b]"Well? What now? Did she tie me up just so I could die with my hand tied up? Is this it?"[/color] He snorted and hocked a snotwad on the ground before him. [color=ed145b]"This how you do? Get some cunt to catch me and then kill me?"[/color] 

To Freedom it might not be wholly evident, but the chains are only superficially holding him in place. This likely wasn't part of Kali's plan, but the chains that bind him weren't enough to keep him down. It would take little effort to tear himself free, but for some reason, Sigmund wanted to see what this Star Spangled Asshole had to say.