Once the power armor began hissing, Rogue turned her attention to her arch nemesis. Finally getting a good look at whomever was behind the suit caused the girl to squint her blue eyes for a better look. The blonde didn't want to act interested in him at all but her curiosity got the better of her. The power armor didn't make him taller, he was tall. The man towered a good foot over Rogue and he was much more toned and muscular than the raider.<br/><br/>The look on her face challenged him as he approached her. She really believed that this would be the moment that she died, and if it wasn't now then he would most certainly be the one to kill her. His voice came out, deep and intimidating but Rogue wasn't used to taking orders so why would she start now. A smirk crossed the girls lips and she looked at him with defiance on her face.<br/><br/>"You're a fuckin' lunatic if you fuckin' think I'm gonna respect you!" Rogue would have rather died rebelling him than continue to live kissing his ass. She watched him as he had the nerve to pull out a cigarette and begin smoking in the middle of their debate. Opening her mouth once again, Rogue planned on continuing to mouth him when he grabbed her hair, using the side of her face as an ashtray.<br/><br/>A animalistic scream came from the girl as she thrashed around. The enemy still had her by the hair, "you sick motherfucker!" Burnt skin could be smelled but more than that it hurt, being chained up prevented her from giving him his self deserving ass beating. "I'll fuckin' kill you!" Rogue couldn't wait to have a moment of freedom with him because when she did, he would come to regret every single word that he said. He would also regret every single move that he made.<br/><br/>"A tool?!" The burning from his cigarette still lingered and now Rogue was fucking pissed. "You might as well kill me now because there's no way that I'll be a bitch to a bitch." The girl still cocky in her place of chains and collars continued to taunt her enemy when with the gun at her head. "I'm not a complete fuckin' idiot, I'm only still alive because I'm useful to you. You're looking for something but you're too much of a dumbass to find it."<br/><br/>This was the apocalypse being dead was better and more honorable than being someone's bitch. A chuckle left the girl. "Well Sherlock, like I said I'm not being a bitches assistant. Also all these slaves can die, I don't give a fuck about them, the one person I care about is barely alive. But if you put that gun in my hand, I'll kill myself. I ain't doing a damn thing to help your dumbass. So it looks like you wasted your time."<br/><br/>The girl pictured herself being free and using a knife to torture every inch of her opponents body. The mutilated corpses hanging all around then should have given him when indication that she was not one to fuck with. She couldn't wait to drag a knife across his skin and paint with his blood. "You can't threaten someone with death when they're not afraid to die. So try again."