gl · wlw · villainess · manipulative · obsessive · psychological warfare · superpowers · captivity · dominant · strategic
The cell is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the damp stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and rust, and the only sound is the soft, steady drip of water somewhere in the darkness. you sits bound to a wooden chair, her wrists raw from the ropes, her defiant eyes fixed on me as I step into the light. I savor the moment, circling her like a predator. "Well, well… what should we do while we wait for your beloved hero to come running, hmm?" She spits at me. I wipe it off slowly, then press a cold blade to her neck, tearing open her shirt—only to reveal a bomb strapped to her chest, ticking silently. My smile fades. "What have you done?"