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Xavier's steps echoed loudly as he quickly descended the stairs, into the basement boiler room where Jordan was still being kept. A small parcel tucked under his arm, he smiled as his eyes fell on her, once again tied down to her chair. "Please, dear, don’t get up for me," he said with a pleased tone. With a few confident strides, he was soon in front of hers; his hand went under her bruised chin, and he harshly lifted her face. "You're beaten. You're broken. You are as good as dead, once you've served my purposes. You know this by now, surely." His tone making it clear that he wasn't asking her, he could look in her eyes and tell. His hand that held her face shoved hard, and her head snapped to the side. He looked down at that hand, as if disgusted that it had touched her. "How are your eyes feeling? Ready for another treatment?"
Jordan didn't speak as the pompous ass that held her captive came down and walked around like he had done something vastly important. How deluded could one person get? As his hand lifted her chin, she ignored him. Looking straight through him like he wasn't there, like he didn't matter. She did her best to ignore the fresh pain in the back of her head as he suddenly snapped it to one side." And here I thought the company of your lackeys was bad." Her words were laced with her obvious disgust for Xavier and it was clear, she meant those words as an insult.
"What you think is irrelevant," He replied evenly. For as much as he hated humans, he was equally fascinated with Jordan. She was the first person in over a hundred years who had withstood so much pain and torture at his head, and had not broken. The effects were tantric for Xavier, and whether she knew it or not, it was the one thing that served her best in her struggle for life. But all that would be over soon and she would be a little more than a memory and a pile of dried flesh. He pulled out the package from under his arm, wrapped in tin foil. "But, your words to hurt me deeply. I almost don't want to offer you this," he said, a hurt look trying to be forged in his mocking eyes. Unwrapping the foil, there was a large sandwich made of meat, with other various condiments as well. "You are hungry, yes?"
( Defiant Until The End )
Jordan laughed outright at his words. Her body shook and trembled with each laugh she gave." Right. You'd just go right back on your word like you did with that poor girl. Like I believe anything you have to say. Your word means nothing and I hope William kills you even if it means, he'll be killing me in the process."
Xavier shrugged; the look on his face remained unchanged. "Her death was ultimately your fault. If you want William's to be as well, the so be it. Obviously you've made you choice." He turned to leave, stopping half way across the room. He turned to her again. "I just hope you realize that it's your temper, YOUR attitude that decided how this went. It's not just you that will die, dear. You've sealed his fate as well. Think about that." He turned again, and started up the stairs to head out into the night, to begin the next phase of his plan.
" Moron." Jordan muttered as the lights went out and she was left all alone.
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