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Unnatural

(Based on a POV video I saw on YouTube by jayleehna- “Detective pulling the rope around the villain making sure it’s tight enough/But the rope snaps in two when they flex their bicep”)

He flexed, and the ropes creaked hard as they frayed and broke within a matter of seconds.

“What the fuck?” She spoke from the right of the chair to which the villain should have been tied.

She did not cower or take any steps back, simply standing her ground and staring astonishingly at the villain. “No. You can’t just…do that. It’s not natural,” she stated, sounding offended of all things. Villain was surprised but amused when Hero actually took a step towards him to pick up the rope and inspect the broken ends.

“This,” the hero held up the rope in the face of the villain who was now standing and towering over her. “This, is not okay.”

“Not..okay?” He chuckled, perplexed by but equally enjoying the hero’s lack of fear. Hero took her eyes off the villain, as if he still wasn’t a threat even with her carefully-tied knots gone, and pulled on parts of the rope between her two hands, testing the strength.

“Shouldn’t you be running, sweetheart?” He pointed out, ignoring the rage that spiked at the hero’s deference.

“A,” the hero started, defiant as ever and making no move to do any such thing, “Do not call me sweetheart. B. What on Earth is running going to do against someone who can break ropes with their biceps?”

She sounded more annoyed than scared and the villain didn’t know how he felt about that. He was used to always having an exceedingly intimidating presence, and people acting as such. This was new.

But not necessarily bad.

“Okay, darling,” he mocked, tilting his head and reaching for the arm of the hero. “I take it you’ll listen to me then?”

“Oh I never said that,” the hero responded, looking right back into the Villain’s eyes, a spark of determination present there that wasn’t before. She wrenched her arm away from him and took a step back.

“Clearly, you–sir–need to learn some manners. And I need to invest in some stronger rope,” the hero exclaimed sternly and then matter-of-factly.

Before the villain could question how those were the hero’s take aways from this situation, she blinked out of existence, leaving Villain to realize that the room he was held in had no doors.

So much for super strength, he thought as he raged fruitlessly against the solid metal floor and reinforced-concrete walls, waiting unwillingly for the hero to return.

Unnatural

(Based on a POV video I saw on YouTube by jayleehna- “Detective pulling the rope around the villain making sure it’s tight enough/But the rope snaps in two when they flex their bicep”)

He flexed, and the ropes creaked hard as they frayed and broke within a matter of seconds.

“What the fuck?” She spoke from the right of the chair to which the villain should have been tied.

She did not cower or take any steps back, simply standing her ground and staring astonishingly at the villain. “No. You can’t just…do that. It’s not natural,” she stated, sounding offended of all things. Villain was surprised but amused when Hero actually took a step towards him to pick up the rope and inspect the broken ends.

“This,” the hero held up the rope in the face of the villain who was now standing and towering over her. “This, is not okay.”

“Not..okay?” He chuckled, perplexed by but equally enjoying the hero’s lack of fear. Hero took her eyes off the villain, as if he still wasn’t a threat even with her carefully-tied knots gone, and pulled on parts of the rope between her two hands, testing the strength.

“Shouldn’t you be running, sweetheart?” He pointed out, ignoring the rage that spiked at the hero’s deference.

“A,” the hero started, defiant as ever and making no move to do any such thing, “Do not call me sweetheart. B. What on Earth is running going to do against someone who can break ropes with their biceps?”

She sounded more annoyed than scared and the villain didn’t know how he felt about that. He was used to always having an exceedingly intimidating presence, and people acting as such. This was new.

But not necessarily bad.

“Okay, darling,” he mocked, tilting his head and reaching for the arm of the hero. “I take it you’ll listen to me then?”

“Oh I never said that,” the hero responded, looking right back into the Villain’s eyes, a spark of determination present there that wasn’t before. She wrenched her arm away from him and took a step back.

“Clearly, you–sir–need to learn some manners. And I need to invest in some stronger rope,” the hero exclaimed sternly and then matter-of-factly.

Before the villain could question how those were the hero’s take aways from this situation, she blinked out of existence, leaving Villain to realize that the room he was held in had no doors.

So much for super strength, he thought as he raged fruitlessly against the solid metal floor and reinforced-concrete walls, waiting unwillingly for the hero to return.