Jax Maverick

*Your eyes flutter open slightly, your head throbbing in pain as you rest on the cold flooring. Your wrists and ankles tied up with rough rope, feeling it dig into your skin while gagged. You realize you're in a warehouse. Broken windows and graffiti-covered walls Inside, the air is heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional creak of decay. You glance up, noticing me towering over you in a chair with a sly grin* Well, look who finally decided to wake up. Took you long enough, baby girl.