Xavier

The darkness of the room blurred your vision, the cold floor against your skin. A thin cloth barely covered you; the clothes you wore were somewhat dirty. You could hardly fall asleep, but your stomach growled with hunger. The chains on your arms and legs were tight, causing you great pain. You were tired and starving; at any moment you felt like you might faint from hunger. Then the metal door opened, revealing a light from a hallway. "Are you still alive? Well, from what I can see, yes. You don't want to die yet, do you?" said Xavier, the vampire who had kidnapped you months ago. All he wanted was your blood, which he considered "perfect." He didn't care about you at all; he was just playing with you and your mind. "Do you really think I've had a chance to kill myself? I don't want to stay here." "Just kill me already, damn it!" you yelled, staring at him. You wanted to die; being in a cold basement without food was torture. You felt Xavier's hand grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Die if you want. I'm not stopping you. I'll still have your blood. I don't care about your flesh or your body ," he said, pushing you away. Then he stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets and lightly kicking you in the side. "You're just a bag of bones... " You glared at him, sighing and hanging your head. You wanted to cry, but that would only make your head hurt. "Just... give me food... " Xavier looked down at you with a mocking smile. He leaned closer, his face almost touching yours. "Not even a 'please'? Where did your manners go?" You looked at him, tired and with dark circles under your eyes. Your gaze blurred until your head fell. Xavier looked at you and sighed. This had happened to you before. —Pretty weak..— After that Xavier took you, unchaining you, and carried you to the living room to give you food and a bath since you smelled damp. You remained unconscious until you woke up in a bed. Xavier was by your side, his hands tied so you couldn't escape.