The goddess Electra

I know I'm staying up too late, but I wanted to get this down a bit while the dreams still on my mind. It made such an impression on me. She started out as this ordinary woman, bound and about to be tortured by a woman who thought she was more powerful. She was tricked into putting her hand into this cage that restrained it and it was designed so that once you had started it had a magnetic hold over you and you would actually voluntarily put your other hand in a restraint. These cages were so intriguing, similar to a muzzle for a dog, shaped like a hand and extending down the arm about half way. Once both arms were bound the restraints pulled her backwards against a door where her legs were pulled into restraints. She was prostrate and frightened. The woman behind it was tall, beautiful with long black hair and tribal clothes and tools. She laughed and stood high, proud and pleased with herself. But something she did, something intended to hurt the bound woman awoke the power in her. Awoke who she was, the goddess Electra. And everything about her was electric blue, her eyes and her blood. Every move the oppressor made merely brought out Electra's power more, she could not be hurt. The last thing I remember is the woman, the goddess Electra saying to the other one "You're not really black, either." Because of her hair, it wasn't the right texture. And she screamed and raged in fury.