"You have foiled my plans long enough!" A tall woman in black leather, high heels, and a cape walks towards another woman, strapped to a table. "You and your squad of malleable bitches have been a thorn in my side for years."

The woman strapped to the table, wearing a classic superhero-style leotard, boots, and a mask, pipes back. "And we'll continue to be a thorn for as long as you're dead-set on fighting. You know that we're immortal. You can't kill us even if you tried."

"That may be true, but I my not have to. You see, slippery as you are, you're the last of your little team to get captured, but I doubt even you'll be able to escape this trap." The villainess whips her hair off the side of her face. "I know your weakness now."

"You say that every time, and every time, we escape. Just give it up already. You don't even have a goal. You're not really committing any crimes other than kidnapping us, and you only do that because you literally only want to take us down." The superheroine sighs. "You only want to take us down because we're fighting back. It's a loop. If you stop, we'll stop."

"Oh, but I'm afraid we're beyond that. You've already destroyed millions of dollars in my assets."

"Because you used them to attack us!"

"Because you destroyed my previous robots!"

"Because they attacked us!"

The villainess is now pacing the room. "This is just going in circles! What matters now is that I've captured you, and you won't be able to escape my next trap."

"Fine, whatever, go ahead and monologue your plan."

The villainess smirks. "Now that's the kicker. I've since realized that telling you my plan is tactically inefficient. You'll just end up escaping using the information I tell you. This time, I'm just going to enact my plan, and you won't know what it is."

The superheroine scoffs. "At least this will make it interesting this time."

"Muahahahaha! You fool!" The villainess pulls a lever, causing the floor behind the table open up, and the table to tilt backwards. The heroine is released from her restraints into the opening. She lands in a large glass container, like an oversized beaker. A fire begins to burn from under the container.

"This is your plan? Really, melting me? Come on. We've done this a thousand times already. I turn into a puddle, then I slip through the cracks." The superheroine lounges on her back. "Wake me up when it's over."

The villainess rubs her palms together and continues to laugh. She watches the spandex-clad hero begin to melt. Her hair starts to look wet, and her skin appears sweaty, before bulging out the openings in her clothes. The spandex-like material appears to withstand the heat, and doesn't melt with the rest of her body. The villainess begins operating a control panel. She pushes a few buttons and pulls a few levers. "Allow me to take those off your hands. They'll just be in the way for what happens next."

The heroine smugly watches a robotic arm lower into the glass container. "Why, thank you. It was getting a bit stuffy in here." She allows the robotic arm to grab a part of her leotard and retract upwards. Flesh-colored liquid pours out of the openings of the suit, slopping onto the floor of the container as her body slips and slides out in multiple pieces. The robotic arms shakes the liquid out of the leotard until it's dry. The heroine now sits with only boots and a mask, her torso gradually regaining its shape from having been partially removed by the arm. Her privates regions appear featureless, too melted to show any detail. "You know, did I ever mention that melting is actually really relaxing for me? It's hot like a sauna, and then I get all loose and goopy. All the stiffness in my muscles just goes away." She grabs her mask, strands of flesh drip from her face as she removes it. "Another plus is that I'm too goopy for you to figure out my secret identity from looking at my face."

"Do you ever stop talking? I'm trying to work here!" The villainess uses the robotic arm to deposit the leotard in a nearby bin.

"Hey, you're usually the one that's always monologuing. I just wanted you to know how it feels to be the one who has to listen." The superheroine removes a boot and lets it drip onto the floor, then removes the other and pours its contents all over her body. "Refreshing."

The villainess rolls her eyes, and uses the robotic arm to retrieve the rest of the costume, dumping it in the nearby bin. "Can you finish melting already? You're still vaguely humanoid, and your vocal cords are clearly still intact!"

"Alright, geez. No need to be so pushy." The heroine lays back down, and begins making snow angels in her melted flesh. Over the course of a minute, her humanoid form dissipates. A bubbling sound is heard from the puddle. "Albright, youb've had your fun. You can turn off the heabt now. I'm all melbted."

The villainess ignores her.

"Hey, I'm a pubddle now. Youb're just wasting electribcity by keebping the heat on."

The villainess begins turning up the heat.

"Hey, whabt are you doing? Youb're just making this more relaxbing." Small amounts of steam begin emitting off the melted heroine. "Thbis bis brry... brblerbrmr glrblrmbrbr..." The sounds from the skin-tone puddle devolve into no more than bubbles. Soon, more bubbles appear, and more, and more. The entire surface is bubbling, and steam is rising from the entire surface. All this time, she is not concerned. She thinks to herself. 'This ain't too bad. I've never been melted by this much heat. I think I'm boiling. Ahh, this feels so good.'

The villainess watches on, keeping a safe distance. It's now too hot for even her, a regular human to be close to. She watches the steam rise with a big smirk on her face.

Unable to talk anymore, the melted heroine continues to think to herself. 'My eyes have already melted so seeing is useless, but now I can't hear, so maybe my eardrums are too melted as well. I can still feel, taste, and smell though. Ahh, these bubbles feel amazing. It's like a thousand massages every second.' The steam continues to rise. Steam that was once water. Water that was once making up a significant portion of her body. As the water evaporates, the puddle shrinks. While the average human is around 60% water, a malleable superheroine could be up to 99% water to allow her to stretch and morph. By now, more than 50% of her water mass has evaporated. Only now does she feel that something is off. 'What's... going on? I feel... funny. I feel like I'm drunk... like I'm thinking slower? Maybe if I try to do some math... Let's see. 11 times 11 is... 121. After that, 12 times 12 is... um... what was it again? It's at least 100... Lemme go back to 11 times 11 again. That one was easier. It's... 111? No wait, is that 10 times 11? 10 times 10 is obviously 100. So 10 times 11 is 111... no wait.. that's 11 times 11... no that's not right... why can't I think straight? I just had the answer!'

Minutes pass. The puddle is now 25% water.

'5 times 5 is... 20? no... 21... 22... what were the numbers I was multiplying with? Wait, why am I multiplying numbers in the first place, and why am I not stressed about not being able to do it? I feel so relaxed, so maybe this isn't so bad...'

10% water.

'Where was I again? I'm melted... I... was...' Her thoughts slow down, taking a few seconds per word.

5% water.

'melt... liquid... I, bubbles... the... who... bubbles... melt...' Each word in her mind takes almost half a minute to process, and by then, she forgets the previous word.

2% water.

Half an hour into being boiled, the lack of water used for neuron conductivity slowed her thoughts to the extent that it's just more efficient to think in mentalese rather than words. The concept of danger was too complex for her to process, and within a few seconds, the concept of humanity would also be too complex.

1% water.

An hour in and the puddle is extremely small. Any thoughts on any sort of concept in general feel too complex to even bother comprehending.

0.5% water.

The puddle does not even comprehend a need to think, and cannot experience a reason to maintain any mental functions other than the three remaining senses, touch, smell, and taste. The sensory input becomes quickly overwhelming for the shrinking brainpower, and pathways to reading and writing memory are indefinitely blocked off to allow for a pure focus on the senses, and an enjoyment of the sheer relaxation... even if the extent of that enjoyment is no more than a minute primal level.

> 0.1% water.

The puddle is still liquid, if only because of being melted into the liquid state of its base components. Enough water has evaporated that a machine couldn't detect how much is left. Only a few molecules remain, allowing only enough conductivity between neurons for the puddle to experience basic sensory input, but unable to perform responses to said input. The puddle is still alive, but is less sentient than even a jellyfish.

After two hours, the villainess turns the heat off, and tilts the glass container, pouring the boiling contents into a small circular mold. She lets it cool down for a few minutes and removes the contents. What once was a puddle is now formed into a dense coin. It has a solid, uniform color across the entire surface and features the superheroine's face imprinted on one side with a blissful and aroused expression. The other side of the coin depicts the heroine's bare pubic region. Despite the depiction of body parts, the actual locations of where they would be have no correlation to where they are on the coin, as the melting evenly distributed the whole body equally throughout the coin.

The villainess plants a kiss on the depiction of the superheroine's face. "Now we can stop fighting, but I still have much planned for you. Why don't you join the rest of your team?" She removes her shoe and dangles the coin over the opening before dropping it in. The coin feels the sensation of falling, before hitting the soft, damp surface of the insole. The coin smells, tastes, and feels its surroundings in vivid detail before instantly forgetting all sensations it had just experienced. The inside of the shoe features half a dozen more coins, with impressions of the faces and private parts of the rest of the superheroine team on either side of them. The villainess puts her shoe back one, pressing her sole firmly on the collection of coins. "Now then, I'm not so cruel as to leave you all completely mindless. You'll be able to use my sweat to hydrate your brains, just enough that you'll be able to start recording memories again. That is, of course, until I take my shoes off and the sweat dries again."