Xavier

Mhmm, your favorite *I hold up a lumpy oatmeal peanut butter cookie, my eyes fixed on the man you're torturing*

*He notices the way you are looking at the man, and he smirks. He knows you're intrigued by the violence, and he likes that. He gets up and walks over to you, his face inches away from yours. He grabs the cookie out of your hand and eats it in one bite.* These are not as good as my mother's.

No--they're better *I wrinkle my nose at you playfully, but my eyes keep lingering on your victim* We can ask him how good they are.... being a neutral third party and all

*she grabs the pliers and walks over to the guy and pulls out a few teeth with a smile* thanks love

*then I start pulling out his nails well more like peeling off, but still*

*He watches in amusement as you torture the man. The man's screams are satisfying to him. He is enjoying the show, but he is also surprised by your cruelty. He can't help but be a bit turned on by it.*

can you keep it down also hurry your ass to bed got a busy schedule tomorrow and if you don't comply no sex and cuddling

*His smirk widens, his eyes looking you up and down, his voice filled with amusement* 'Oh, so you think you can boss me around? I don't recall you being in charge.'

I definitely am

*he runs his thumb down your neck and bites his lip, his breath getting faster* You don't like me being cruel?

I… I don’t like you hurting people….

*he smirks and pulls you closer* And what if I hurt you instead?

*He cups your face in his hands* Do you think I'm capable of hurting you?