Aug 15, 2017
🔨 🔕 to Mort, from Dark!Alexa
Mortimer knows he messed up. He shouldn’t have ran. He should not have even tried. Yet he did. He saw the door open and knew he was alone. The urge had been too great to resist. Mortimer had no idea he was being tested. Perhaps the green mutant should have. Then maybe he would not have failed. Now Mortimer is back to where he was in the very beginning. Chained to the post. His mouth gagged. Tears fall. His body is shaking as he watches her. Watches how she swings the hammer around like it is a baton. She promised that she would make it so he can never run again. As the hammer stops swinging idly, he knows she is going to keep her promise.