Victor had been caught, and locked up, he knew it, but as always for him lock up never lasted long. But this time it was a different lock up, a lock up made for mutants, and he was beyond irritated, because there was talk of groups, and help, and God worst of all... Therapy. Before he could growl in protest he was already assigned a therapist, and he was absolutely not happy about it, he didn't need a shrink tryna fix him or poke around in his brain, he was perfect as he was.

Victor was lead through the halls, cuffs on his front, a muzzle around his mouth, as he was surrounded by people with anti-material rifles, God he hated humans, muzzling him like some fucking animal, who did they think they were? He let out a low rumbling growl as he was lead down the hall, cell door by cell door, into a room where his supposed therapist sat, they very carefully opened the doors and lead Victor inside the room.