Inferno desires

35

Trigger warning:
-blood
-abuse
-violence

Xavier's POV:

We are back home now and she hasn't said anything to me nor Maya. I brought her to our private hospital, and waited with Maya until she woke up.

She began to whimper again, muttering 'too small' when she looked out the window.

She was now curled up into a ball on her favourite armchair, with the windows curtains drawn, and a blanket wrapped around her.

My heart breaks seeing her like this and as soon as I heard the name Ezra come from her mouth, I knew immediately he had something to do with this. He hurt my girls, and I will make sure his death is slow and painful.

"Mama, are you hungry?" I ask quietly, walking toward her. "I made some French toast. It's your favourite."

She begins to tremble as I go to rub her back so I pull my hand back. I feel like crying because she hasn't let anyone hold her since she woke up from the hospital.

"I'll just leave it here okay?" I say, placing it on the side table.

"D-don't leave," she whimpers. "Please. S-stay."

"Okay mama, I'll stay," I assure her. "I'll stay."

"Don't leave me," she begins to cry. "Please don't leave me Xavier."

"Hey, look at me baby. I'm not leaving you. I'm not leaving you. I promise," I say calmly.

"I-I... he, I-I can't," she just begins to sob, and my heart breaks even more. I want to hold her so badly, but I'm scared to. I'm scared that she'll react.

"Please let me hold you," I whisper.

"Don't hurt me," she whimpers. "He hurt me. Don't hurt me."

"I would never hurt you, Nova. Never."

Fuck what did Ezra do to her.

))))))

Nova's POV:

I've noticed every time the small window gets open from the outside, moments later the door would open. Ezra would violently punch me, and kick me before chucking cold water on me.

I don't think I can bear this anymore. My daughter's dead, and I just see no way that I could get out. I just want to die.

The window opens, and I begin to whimper because I understand what happens next. The door soon opens, and it's Ezra. This time holding metal razors. I try to back away into the wall, but Ezra grabs my leg and pulls me forward with a dark expression.

"Don't worry. It's not going to hurt," he says, pressing the razor into my leg, puncturing the skin.

I let out a blood curdling scream which makes the evil man smile. His eyes twinkling as he carves the razor deeper into my skin.

"I was just kidding. This is going to hurt a lot," he says.

As I continue to scream, trying to kick him off me he holds my legs down looking at me with his shadowed eyes.

"You know you're quite beautiful," he says, running his hand up my leg.

I try to kick him away, but the chains make it difficult.

Right now I feel scared. I feel so scared.

He then cuts the bottom half of my shirt off before dragging the razor against my skin. I scream, crying heavily due to the overwhelming amount of pain I was feeling.