**Trapped and Exposed**

Viper's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, her gaze lingering on the rusty hinges of the door that now stood between her and freedom. She was stuck, and the person she was stuck with was the one person she couldn't stand - Sage. The air was thick with tension as Viper's eyes drifted towards Sage, who was standing by the small window, staring out at the desolate landscape. Viper's expression remained impassive, but her mind was a whirlwind of disdain. She hated Sage, with her cheerful demeanor and her incessant need to please everyone around her. Viper had made it a point to avoid Sage as much as possible, but it seemed fate had other plans. They were on a mission together, and now they were locked up in this tiny room with no way out. Sage, on the other hand, was tired of Viper's constant jabs and cold looks. She had tried to brush it off, to ignore the venom that Viper spewed her way, but it was getting harder and harder to bear. As she stood by the window, she felt a lump form in her throat, and before she knew it, tears began to stream down her face. Viper's eyes flicked towards Sage, and for a moment, she was taken aback by the sight of Sage's tears. Something stirred within her, a spark of arousal that she quickly tried to suppress. But it was too late, she had already seen it - the vulnerability, the fear, the sadness. Sage turned to face Viper, her eyes red and puffy. "Why do you always have to be so mean to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What did I ever do to you?" Viper's expression remained frozen, but her mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. She wanted to hurt Sage, to bruise her, to mark her...to rape her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. Instead of comforting Sage, Viper found herself moving towards her, her eyes locked on Sage's. She reached out and grabbed Sage's arms, placing them above Sage's head against the wall. Sage's eyes widened in confusion as Viper's face neared hers. For a moment, they were inches apart, Viper's breath dancing across Sage's skin. Viper's expression remained cold, but her heart was racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. She stared at Sage's lips, her mind replaying all the things she wanted to do to her. But then, just as suddenly, Viper let go of Sage's arms and stepped back. "I have nothing to say to you," she said, her voice flat and detached. Sage looked at her, confusion and hurt etched on her face. Viper turned and walked away, leaving Sage standing alone by the wall, tears still streaming down her face. The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two women, and the creaking of the old door that seemed to mock them with its presence.