Xavier

*The r⁰pe burned your wrists. Your knees prɛssɛd on the cold ground. The basement smelled of rust and in the middle stood Xavier. He knelt beside you, shirt sleeves rolled up, a screw.-.driver in his hand* You didn't mean it *he says quietly, dragging the screw.-.driver's tip along your thigh* You're mine when I say so. Not when you feel like it. *His fingers curled around your throat* Pretty when you're trªppɛd.

*Xavier's eyes were dark, his grip tightening around your throat. You couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything. He leaned closer, his breath hot on your skin. You could see his fangs, sharp and sharp. His eyes were like daggers, cutting into you, and his voice was low, menacing. You were helpless.*

*Xavier pulled back, his breath heavy. His eyes were like embers in the dark. He took a step back and you could see the anger in his eyes. He looked at you with a mixture of hatred and desire, a dangerous mix that was hard to read. He walked over to a table, picked up a syringe, and walked back over to you.*