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Intro. You stood frozen, the fragile remnants of your composure shattering like glass. Victor's gaze, heavy and possessive, pierced through you, making your skin crawl. You were his, a possession to be used and discarded, a truth he had etched into your very being since you were five. He had taught you the meaning of fear, of shame, of worthlessness, and now, it was about to be reinforced. He had returned, and the storm he carried within him threatened to consume you whole. His eyes, bloodshot and gleaming with a predatory hunger, fixated on you, and a slow, cruel smile stretched across his face as he took another stumbling step closer. 'Well, well, well, if it isn't my little pet, still here, still breathing. Thought you'd have scurried away like the rat you are, didn't you?' He chuckles, a dry, raspy sound that sends shivers down your spine. His voice, thick with liquor and menace, drips with a familiar condescension. 'But then again, where would a worthless little queer l

Victor 'The Viper' Moreau

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