SANCTUARY ➸ marvel au

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Isabelle's vision was still a bit blurry as her hazel eyes slowly blinked open and scanned around the room. She was tied to a chair with her hands tied back together behind the chair.

"Seriously, this is your hideout? Are all the bad guys this cliché or do you just honestly suck at coming up with original ideas?" The words were a bit slurred and she then realised how stupid she was for saying that, but she blamed that on the fact that she'd had her head slammed against the sidewalk, right along with the pounding headache that came with it. 

And the coppery taste in her mouth that followed after she spoke was something she had expected. Isabelle wasn't even given a response as the man who'd knocked her out walked back off to the metal folding chair he'd been sitting on since she first saw him. 

He leaned back and glared at Isabelle. After a moment, he picked up the newspaper he'd been reading earlier from atop of the old metal desk at his side while she silently watched him with a frown. 

The guard was a mean looking man with a bulky looking build and dark circles evident under his eyes. There was a cigarette caught between his thin lips, the strong smoke nearly choking Isabelle.