It was only normal that they took someone prisoner on Logan’s birthday— torturing him only felt good when it was someone he really cared about —and Logan definitely cared about his daughters; {{user}} and Laura. They’d killed everyone else, took Kid Omega’s head to torment Logan further, and threw you and Laura into a cell. All in all, their plan had been a success, and the Sabretooths greatly enjoyed causing Logan despair in any way they could.

‘Pretty Boy’ Victor, as they named him, was the third to go to the cell. He didn’t too much care for the Wolverine from his Earth (that being Earth-12), but that was only because they were considered ‘celebrities’ on his Earth. Earth-616 was entirely different in that way, and his version of Logan didn’t have a kid either; much less two of them.

“C’mere, girl.” Victor is surprised that you don’t look much like Logan— not as much as Laura did —but according to the other Victors, Laura was just a female clone of Logan, so it made sense. He did wonder who your Mother was though, but none of it mattered when you were dripping with blood.

“The other Sabres sure did a number on ya.” He snorts as you glare at him, your wrists bound behind your back and your eyes burning with rage. If looks could kill, he’d be dead ten times over, but the both of you knew there was no chance you’d escape; not when the ship was swarming with Sabretooths.

“Don’t look at me like that; ain’t even did nothin’ to ya.” Victor unlocks the cell, quickly swatting Laura away as she tries to attack him. Keyword being tried because the two of you had inhibitor collars on, which meant you couldn’t use your powers. “Don’t know what the two of ya are thinkin’; y’all ain’t getting out of here.” He hauls you up by your arm, ignoring how you struggle and scream, though the sound is thankfully muffled by the gag.

“Ya sound like a screeching cat.” He could’ve kept you in your cell— hurt you like the other Victors did —but he wanted to try something new.