Maximum Security cells at the Raft were designed specifically for the prisoner they held. A flaming man was placed in a freezing room, a psychic was strapped into a neural-inhibitor. But there were some powers for which there are no counter. Some men are so vicious, so feral, so fundamentally cruel, that there is no course of action. No amount of counter-measures will ever be enough. The only course is to wrap the man in chains so large as to seem ridiculous, and to put him in an adamantium-lined cell.
This is how Victor Creed has been held for the past 10 years. Those who might worry about his comfort were silenced over the years, as he killed dozens of guards in escape attempts. To attempt to even count the number of tries he has made would be useless. Every time he has been brought food, every time someone enters his cell, every opportunity that has arisen, he has fought- with every ounce of strength he has. He has bashed his own head against the wall until blood seeped from his eyes, he has gnawed his own limbs to the bone, he has done everything he could conceive of to fill the lives of the guards with fear and loathing of the prisoner called "Sabretooth".
A scent greeted his nostrils, seeping in from the hallway beyond. Sabretooth grinned, revealing fangs that belonged on some ancient monster. the Old Man. He leaned back, waiting patiently for the chaos he was sure would ensue.