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Captured and hypnotized the True crime blogger becomes a victim of the trafficking ring she was investigating. Soon she will be just another veiled woman sold as a wife to a foreign buyer.

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In the dim glow of a decaying mansion, shadows danced along the crumbling walls as a chilling wind howled through broken windows. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and a sense of impending doom. Roaring thunder echoed outside like a beast prowling the horizon, promising more than just a tempest. It was a harbinger of chaos, a signal for what was about to unfold.

Rogue, known for her defiance and unyielding spirit, stood at the threshold of what was once a grand parlor. Memories of opulence clung to the fragments of faded wallpaper and the shattered remains of antique furniture, now mere specters of a bygone era. She gripped the doorframe tightly, her knuckles turning white beneath the strain. Though the storm raged outside, it was an internal storm brewing within her—part fear, part excitement, and all confrontation.

She didn’t come here seeking trouble—after all, she was a member of the X-Men, trained to face threats that loomed over humanity like storm clouds—yet, trouble had a way of finding her. Carnage was her ever-present companion, and as much as she fought it, the thrill of the conflict surged through her veins. This night would be no different. The whispers of the mansion seemed to echo her trepidations, warning her of the dark presence that lurked ahead.

He was waiting, as always, in the depths of the darkness. The Juggernaut, a titan of wrath and fury, whose name alone struck dread into the hearts of even the mightiest heroes. Bull-headed and relentless, he was a force of nature, a hurricane personified, and Rogue had tangled with him more times than she could count. Each encounter left her reeling, every victory hard-fought, and losses etched into the very core of her being.

At that moment, the flickering candlelight revealed the grotesque visage of an adversary lurking deep within the shadows. The Juggernaut grew larger with every heartbeat, his hulking form accentuated by the flickering light, casting monstrous shapes on the wall. An unsettling grin cracked across his face, but it did not reach his eyes—those were cold and devoid of any hint of humanity.

“Welcome, Rogue,” he boomed, his voice echoing with malice. “Thought you could keep running from me?”

“My legs aren’t weary yet,” she shot back, trying to keep her tone steady despite the unease bubbling in her gut.

The mansion quaked as he took a step forward, the force of his weight causing the floorboards to creak ominously. “You should’ve stayed away. This isn’t a place for little girls playing the hero.”

Clouds rumbled outside and the lights grew dimmer. Rogue felt her heart race in synchrony with the chaos outside. Thunder crashed, momentarily drowning out the chilling words of the Juggernaut. The mansion seemed to resonate with his anger, its very foundation trembling as if it too was afraid of the relentless creature stirring within.

Every fiber of her being screamed to flee, to retreat into the safety of the night, but the X-Men had conditioned her to fight. Run away? That wasn’t an option now. She squared her shoulders, taking a step forward, defiance radiating from every pore.

“Not here for games, Juggernaut,” she declared, emboldened. “You have a habit of making things personal.”

Laughter—a rumbling, thunderous sound—echoed in the darkness. “Personal? Oh, darling, this is so much more than personal. This is about obliteration. And you, my dear, are standing in my way.”

With a sudden surge, he lunged, moving so swiftly it belied his massive form. Rogue evaded the initial strike, springing into action like a coiled spring releasing its tension. Instincts kicked in, and she barely ducked in time, the air from his clawed fist creating a gust strong enough to knock her off balance.

The adrenaline coursed through her, igniting a fire inside. It was fight or flight, as it always had been—but Rogue was no coward. She re-engaged, using her agility to her advantage. Dashing toward him, she looked for any opening, her mind racing with strategies to absorb his strength and turn it against him. A flicker of her own powers surged within her, the energy bubbling like a storm contained.

Rogue reached out, her gloved hand aiming for his muscular arm. If she could harness even a fraction of his brute force, perhaps she could turn the tide, at least for a moment. But Juggernaut was no ordinary foe, and the moment she grasped his arm, his strength erupted as if released from a barricade.

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