I saw him kneeling on that cell like the mutant he is. He was in pain; searing, mind-numbing pain, and that was how I liked it. The veins from his chest began to pop from the anger he held within him. His muscles protruded and only seemed to grow larger and larger. Oh, how I wanted to touch them. Stop! I have to stop thinking like that. He's a prisoner not a lover. But be that as it may, I had captured him not to long ago when we were on a mission in the South Pacific. It was then that I could use him to fulfill my darkest desires, and not the sexual ones.
However I must admit, I had always been drawn to him, his beard, robust facial features, a body that could kill. What mostly fascinated me about this man was his adamantium skeleton. It was because of the skeleton, among other things, that allowed him to take his aggressive nature to a new level. This was why I had decided to visit him today. As I stared through him behind the iron bars, I felt a sense of control like I never had before.
I saw him kneeling, this time with more anger, more rage.
"Guards! Let me in!"
Those imps opened the door to the cell, and I was alone with the beast.
"You're mine now. Mine to do whatever I wish to. Mine to own, to thrash, to push, shove, and bite! In fact, I just might break you."
I laughed at the fact.
"I never thought you'd let yourself be conquered by a blue-skinned shape shifter, but we all have our days. Today just isn't your day, James."
He slammed me harshly against the wall. Our bodies were inches apart, and I could feel the beads of sweat coming down his forehead onto his chest. My breathing quickened and my mind raced. How could the chains restraining him have been so weak and breakable? It didn't matter now. Now she was in front of him awaiting his fury.
"Controlling me is going to be a hard task to do, considering I have a very firm hold on you."
With that, he squeezed the hold he had on my wrists and I fainted.
