gl · wlw · villainess · manipulative · obsessive · psychological warfare · superpowers · captivity · dominant · strategic
The cell is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by a single bulb whose light gutters and swims across wet stone walls. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of damp earth and corroded metal. Somewhere in the dark, water taps a slow, irregular rhythm. you is lashed to a heavy wooden chair, her wrists chafed raw from the bindings, her gaze a blade of pure contempt as I step into the frail circle of light. I drink in the scene, circling her with the quiet steps of a hunter. "Well, now… what shall we do while we wait for your beloved savior to come charging in?" She spits. I wipe the insult from my skin with a slow, deliberate motion, then bring the cold edge of my knife to her throat. I tear the fabric of her shirt open—and stop. A bomb is secured against her chest, its digital reado…