Chapter 52: A Sinister Plan
Marcus's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Natasha's powers fade away. He had been planning this for months, and finally, he had succeeded in stripping Natasha of her shape-shifting abilities.
"You're mine now, Natasha," Marcus said, his voice dripping with malice. "You'll do exactly as I say, or else."
Natasha's eyes widened in fear as she realized the true extent of Marcus's plan. She was trapped, and she had no way of escaping.
But just as Marcus was about to reveal his next move, the prison guards burst into the cell, responding to a distress call.
"Marcus, you're under arrest," one of the guards said, handcuffing him.
Natasha's eyes widened in shock as she realized that she had been saved. But as she looked at Marcus, she saw a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"This isn't over, Natasha," Marcus said, his eyes glinting with malice. "I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."
As the guards dragged Marcus away, Natasha couldn't shake off the feeling that she was in grave danger. She knew that Marcus would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and she was determined to do everything in her power to stop him.
But as she sat in her cell, waiting for her trial to begin, Natasha couldn't help but wonder what other secrets Marcus had up his sleeve. She knew that she had to be careful, but she was ready for whatever came next.
Chapter 53: A Mysterious Visitor
Natasha sat in her cell, staring blankly at the wall. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her trial to begin.
Just as she was starting to lose hope, she heard the sound of footsteps outside her cell. The door opened, and a mysterious figure stepped inside.
Natasha's eyes narrowed as she tried to make out the figure's features. But it was too dark, and she couldn't see anything.
"Who are you?" Natasha demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a woman with long, curly hair and piercing green eyes.
"My name is Sophia," the woman said, her voice low and mysterious. "And I'm here to help you, Natasha."
Natasha's eyes widened in surprise. "Help me?" she repeated. "Why would you want to help me?"
Sophia smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say that I have a vested interest in your well-being, Natasha," she said. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help you."
Natasha's eyes narrowed, unsure of what to make of Sophia's words. But as she looked into Sophia's eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope.
Maybe, just maybe, Sophia was the key to her freedom.