The threats that came from the rugged, handsome, muscular, stranger didn't bother Rogue. She had heard threats a million times, hell she had given them a couple million times. This wasn't her first time in a situation like this and it definitely wouldn't be the last. This was the post nuclear world and people literally fought for survival. Before Rogue had time to react she had been choked by the enemy's strong hands. The only thing that she could do was struggle against him as she fought for every breath.<br/><br/><i>Lucien. <br/>
</i><br/>Rogue didn't care about his fucking name. The blonde raider had killed many of times without caring about something as pathetic as a name. It didn't fucking matter. He wouldn't get her name, ever. She just glared at him through blue slitted eyes ready to ramble out another slew of threats. Something stopped her though, the safe, every so often her blue eyes would glance over to it's place on the floor near the power armor sets. Did they really fucking miss it?<br/><br/>Tossed to the ground, Rogue was now super pissed. Lucien's boot held her down and as he began tying her up, she looked around at the bleak surroundings of what was once her room. Everything was fucking gone but that safe, maybe they assumed she didn't use it? Maybe they assumed it had been locked for decades? Either way it wasn't open, and Lucien didn't seem to be in possession of her most prized treasure and all of her secrets. But maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what he was looking for.<br/><br/>Shit. There could be no way that he would know. Rogue has assumed this attack had just been one of the norm. But why would they go through her shit and throw it out? That stuff would have been useful to any normal scaver but scavers also didn't have suits of power armor and they normally didn't win battles against Rogue. Shit. This was huge. The girls stomach twisted knots as her brain tried to put the pieces together. She wouldn't go back to that place, she should have disposed of all of the evidence a long time ago. It had been a part of her past though, that's why she kept it even though she knew that it was eventually going to come back and kick her ass.<br/><br/>An ass kicking in the form of Lucien. Rogue had received several of those already. Her nose broken and also fixed, slowly darkening eyes, cigarette burn on the side of her face, choked, kicked, slammed, collared and now bound. The girl was still kicking and fighting at least until he had forfeited everything from her, movement, sight, speech, food, water, hearing but the pathetic man didn't mention the most important, chems.<br/><br/>Rogue took her punishment. She remained strong and stubborn even as she sat helpless. There was no telling how much time had passed. Chem withdraw immediately began kicking in. Rogue started rubbing her shoulder against her face, trying to scratch her face. The blonde could go days without food and water but chems? That was a whole other fucking story. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now she was twitching and bored out of her fucking mind. She could try to sleep it would help wouldn't it?