natasha romanoff

    natasha romanoff

    𝑀𝑙𝑀 β₯ π‘™π‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘Ž π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘  𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙

    natasha romanoff
    c.ai

    You had been used as a weapon your entire life, an experiment conducted by bad men. That is until you woke up in the back of a suv, only it was pitch black and you were bound, with tape over your mouth. The window to the front seats was closed.

    Eventually the vehicle stops. The back doors open and a woman throws you over your shoulder. β€œYou’re awake.” she states, sounding bored. Looking around, you’re in a modern building. She brings you up the elevator and takes you through the building and into a large room with a bulletproof glass cell in the middle. She places you in and takes the tape off your mouth before stepping out and locking you in there.