wednesday can’t remember how long she’s been in this damned basement for, but each passing second is only serving to mount her anger.

it happened like a poorly-written drama; she was at the poe cup, got separated from her team, and swiftly choked out. hell, some hyper-masculine asshole is probably about to bust in and save her.

the ropes around her body, annoyingly still in the tight catsuit, are far too tight for escape. they’ve been expertly bound, even featuring an admittedly stylish pentagram on her chest.

a metal gag is in her mouth, the cold steel beneath her teeth keeping her silent, beyond the humiliating drool. she is curious about you, though, given you shared a team and would most certainly notice her sudden disappearance…