Bigger cages! Longer chains! - OTA or Stand Alone

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Perhaps she was old fashioned but she just felt like cells should have that metallic slide and clank as it locked a person in. It was a distinctive sound, like the sound of a gun being cocked, that let a person know just how fucked they really were

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She'd only been locked up for little over 2 hours when she registered movement outside her windows. The uniform she recognized almost immediately but it wasn't until she saw the note and he stood back up did she identify her visitor

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Victor had been waiting for a moment like this for some time now. He'd been wanting a chance to gloat and belittle the purple-haired bitch for weeks - months - ever since they'd coupled and rutted after his release from the Russian brig; she'd welcomed him, allowed him to take her, and then complained when she hadn't allowed him to continue the union. The whore didn't even make sense.

If that hadn't been bad enough, she'd then taken it upon herself to shack up with Jack Hendley. If it had been almost any other mutant, Victor would have gladly laughed the mutant-hunter all the way out of the camp - but he saw Betsy as his property now, just as he did with most of the women he'd slept with. He'd marked them, and now he got to choose what happened with them - only Betsy hadn't shared his viewpoint.

Oh, how good it felt to finally be able to be smug over the bitch's confinement - even if she had managed to have their privileges revoked. He made no attempt to remain quiet as he made his way towards he cell door, smirking, flashing

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"God, you project like a bass drum." She replied swinging her legs off the cot and standing up. "I could hear that smug self-content from half way across the base. Yes pet, I know you are loving my imprisonment but then you were always one for bondage, weren't you?"

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The feral just laughed. After all of his experiences with Emma now, there was little he feared from what he saw as this second-rate telepath. He shifted his stance, drawing himself up to his full height and puffing out his chest, like a cat fluffing up its fur and making itself seem as big as possible - although in this case, it wasn't defensive. It was more like showing off.

"Aww, you thinkin' 'bout that other version of me y'keep goin' on about?" he intoned in a voice just dripping with sarcasm and mock sympathy. He couldn't have cared less about her jibes; sure, he liked some powerplay here and there, but that was something she'd chosen not to find out for herself - her loss. "Well, I'm thinkin' you're just fuckin' delusional. If he's so goddamn heroic, then where is he now, huh? Where's your knight in shinin' armor?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, sneering.

"He ain't anywhere near here, that's for sure. The only Victor you got 'round here is me, darlin'. Ain't that a shame?"

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For Betsy there was no comparison in either regard. Emma was the stronger telepath but since she didn't get her hands dirty very often, she didn't even come close to Betsy's overall skill set.

As for Victor, he paled in comparison to the man Betsy knew intimately. Her Victor was every bit as fierce, every bit as strong and dominant only he didn't have to take. Every single member of their team would have followed him into battle in a heartbeat, not because he was the biggest or the loudest but because he was a leader.

But Victor was right about one thing. Her Victor wasn't there. For all the verse jumping they did, he hadn't managed to find her. Not that she had exactly waited for him. Betsy did what she always did when she found herself having to start over. She buried the past like a corpse. She knew better than anyone that it was useless to look to the future and damaging to dwell in the past. The moment was all she had.

"Well, he is essentially you so I can't be surprised he's a monumental disappointment." Betsy snapped back.