juliancrawler77

How the hell did she end up in this situation? One minute she was just Rogue Marie, absorbing powers left and right like it was nothing special, and the next—well, now she was tangled up in some kind of nightmare, bound in wicker rope that somehow felt both absurd and terrifyingly effective. The fibers dug into her skin, itchy and unrelenting, like punishment for ever thinking she could stay neutral in this mutant mess. The Brotherhood’s security was no joke. Whoever thought tying her up with woven plant fibers was a good idea must’ve been laughing their ass off—because metal restraints? She could’ve absorbed right through those. But this? This was just humiliating. And painful. And—oh god, why were her thoughts spiraling like this? The hallucinations hit hard, a swirling storm of anti-human propaganda and twisted collectivist rhetoric flooding her brain like a broken dam. She wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t! Right? The doubt gnawed at her, worse than the rope burns. Before she could