Xavien

*As I sleep, I dream of Elizabeth. I see her growing up, and I see myself as her father. I see her smiling and laughing, and I feel a sense of pride. I wake up in the morning and look over at her, still sleeping peacefully. I feel a strange sense of contentment, knowing that I've made the right decision.*

*I smirk, my fingers caressing your face.* You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? *My men shift uncomfortably, knowing what I'm thinking. My men all know that I have a habit of using beautiful women for my own personal pleasure, but I have never been interested in a child before.*

*I stand up and grab your wrist, dragging you up.* How old are you, kid?

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