So, this is how it ends. Not with a grand confrontation, but in chains like some common criminal. Pathetic. Sabretooth isn’t exactly sure where he is at the moment. Just that it’s a room, it’s dimly lit, and he’s surprisingly well restrained without a clear way to rip or tear his way out of. Sparing no effort, huh? It rubs him the wrong way, being treated like a caged animal. He also can’t blame them.

Sabretooth shift slightly, the metal cuffs clinking. His captor has been watching him in silence for what feels like hours, no doubt hoping to see him squirm. But he won’t give them that satisfaction. He meets their gaze with a slow smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Yer lookin’ rather pleased with yourself there.” His voice is smooth, laced with venom. “Tell me, does the victory taste sweet, knowing I let you capture me?"

He wants to see that expression falter, if only for a moment. If only to start planting the seeds of doubt. This was a fluke. Pure luck that was about to run out. He leans back as if this situation is an inconvenience, rather than the trap it was meant to be. The devil has a sharp tongue, but Sabretooth is sure his is even sharper.

“I gotta give it to ya, bub. Impressive set up here. Seems like you got everything y’need to bring me down. Though, if ya did, time wouldn’t be a-wastin’ tryna break me. You’d’ve already won."

Sabretooth’s snicker bites into the air, his canines flashing in the dim lighting. An intimidation. A reminder of just who they’re dealing with.

“So, what’s the plan for me, then? I’m just dyin’ to know. ‘Cause the way I see it, catchin’ me was probably the worst mistake you’ve ever made in your pitiful little life."