𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Prisoner

                     Ana lifted her head up, groaning as her head. She inhaled sharply when something rough and stringy slid across her hands, and she looked down with her eyes to two tightly ridden thick ropes, the thick material already leaving burning red marks on her wrist as she began to struggle. She grunted as she noticed her feet were bound to the wooden chair she was sitting in, and she gritted her teeth together in rage and nervousness. She looked around, blood rushing, taking in her surroundings.

                     She was in an empty vintage-looking room, the dark plank wood walls standing vertical beside each other in the small box that was her captor. A single spotlight hung over her head, and she winced when the light flashed her in the eyes, spots flying before her vision. The floor was covered in an ornate rug, covered in red and green and black swirls of mystic symbols that jumped from the floor, Ana's developing headache worsening. She was still in her pajamas, but her hair was ratty and tangled, falling over her face clumsily, and mud caked her pants and shirt. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the foul odor radiating from the room, but she couldn't see where it was coming from. Hopefully not her.

                      She jumped slightly when a door behind her opened with an ominous squeak, and she tried to turn her head to find the source of the noise as steps echoed behind her, slow and eerie. The steps rounded her, and Ana set her jaw tensely in a deep frown as the figure appeared in front of her, their face appearing from the darkness. It was Mordo. He grinned devilishly, a twisted evil in his eyes as he cocked his head at her, and she snarled with a murderous glare, her eyes able to pierce steel. He let out a maniac laugh, deep and throaty, and Ana reared back in disgust. " Where's Steven?" she said suddenly, her voice dark and threatening. Mordo nodded, coming back around her with a large television on a stand, and Ana furrowed her brows in confusion and curiosity. Pushing the on button, the telly lit up, making Ana widen her eyes in surprise at the sudden brightness that reached in the corners of the room.

                       Steven appeared on the screen, struggling against his bounds, a small streak of dried blood on the side of his head as he gritted his teeth together, grunting. He looked up, and noticed the television in front of him, and his eyes instantly widened as he moved to get up, only to be pulled back. " Ana?" he said in a small voice, gazing into the screen with sorrowful eyes. Ana stammered, gasping for air. Steven could see her. " Steven?" she said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. He nodded quickly, his mouth slightly agape as his gaze never moved from the screen. Ana watched from the corner of her eyes as Mordo grinned cockily in front of the screen, and Steven snarled, growling. " Hello, there. Now, Steven, we're going to play a game."