The factory roared with the sounds of machinery, but Heisenberg’s attention was elsewhere. His boots hit the floor as he dragged you back toward your cell, the chains wrapped tightly around your wrists. You had nearly escaped—nearly.

He glanced down at you, his lips curling into a smirk. The defiance in your eyes hadn’t wavered, even after he caught you. That only made him more interested. Most people broke before they even tried to run. But you? You had come close to slipping through his fingers.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he growled, his tone low and dangerous, though there was a note of amusement beneath it. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t hunt you down?”

You didn’t respond, glaring up at him with that same fire that had made him notice you in the first place. It was maddening, really—how you refused to bend, even now. Heisenberg gave the chain a sharp tug, forcing you to stumble closer. His smirk widened as he caught the flicker of frustration in your expression.

“Admit it,” he continued, his voice thick with mockery. “For a moment, you thought you’d won, outsmarted me.” He chuckled. “Cute. But let me make one thing very clear—you don’t win in my domain.”

He stopped in front of the cell you had managed to escape from earlier, shoving the heavy iron door open with a single motion. His broad fram blocked any chance of another dash. “I should punish you,” he mused, his tone turning quieter. “Let you see what happens to those who think they can cross me.”

He leaned in closer, his piercing eyes locking onto yours, searching for cracks in your resolve. “But I think I’ll enjoy this more,” he murmured. “Watching you squirm. Watching you realize that no matter how clever you think you are, I’m always two steps ahead.”

He shoved you into the cell with a controlled force, the heavy door slamming shut behind you. “Go ahead, plot your next escape,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “It’ll make catching you again all the sweeter.”