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.
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