Why did he deserve to be with the people he loved?
Had he, through his crimes against her, denied her that forever?
Never again to enjoy the smile on her sweet face.
To feel the small hands that lovingly and proudly grasped hers and held her with...
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"Oh please, please, Xemnas, may I begin? May I?" the blonde-haired woman asked her leader excitedly, with a smile on her lips. She and the men circled the poor thing, who was dressed only in a fine nightdress of light blue, almost greyish satin, and stood before them with her hands chained to the ceiling. The nightdress, hanging down half torn to shreds, only needily covered her nakedness. "Where am I? Why are you doing this?" she asked in a weak, helpless voice, hoping someone was coming to free her from these terrible people. Weakly, she lowered her head when she got no answer, suppressing tears of seemingly endless despair and sheer, endless fear. "No! I will start the game this time, as punishment for her impatience." Larxene gave the black-haired man with the ponytail her typical disgusted look. She would have liked to give him a few electric shocks as he walked towards the young woman. He stopped in front of her, cupped her cheeks and looked at her pretty, black-smeared face, with a fine trail of dried tears running down her cheeks.
"What is your name?" he asked her in an unexpectedly calm voice and the young woman opened her weak eyes, looking straight into his. Even in them, there was no spark of humanity left. "Jess ... Jessy-ca! ... Please, oh please, let, let me go, I won't tell anyone either ..." But the man abruptly interrupted her desperate plea as he jerked her head free and slapped her hard across the face. "Ahh ...!" Jessyca's head, jerked inevitably to the side, but suppressed more tears, of pain. "You speak only when you are asked, woman! It is forbidden for lower beings like you to address a member of Organisation XIII, without being asked, do you understand?", he embraced her face again, but unexpectedly earned a scowl of anger from the girl. 'Lower being ... she was not a lower being, she was a human being ... a helpless young girl, at least at that moment. Filled with disgust, she looked contemptuously into his face, which was brimming with arrogance. A smile crept onto the man's lips, he liked it when they thought such scathing looks would impress him. Change something about their situation ... But the smile immediately disappeared from his face when Jessyca spat in his face and her saliva slid along his eye patch.
Xigbar looked at her sternly, but suddenly laughed and wiped her blood-stained saliva from his face. "You're quite a naughty little thing. Do you really think that impresses me?" he responded, again firmly, his smile giving way to an angry look that told her he wanted to destroy her. One more time he going to strike: "Xigbar! Enough, that's enough for now!" the white-haired muscular man interrupted him and walked towards the young woman as well. ""Do you actually realize who you are dealing with here?"...?! ..." His deep voice, caused uncomfortable goose bumps on her skin and his touch on her face, made her shiver. His hands were icy cold, just as cold as his eyes were empty. "Answer!" he commanded her a little more sternly when she didn't obey immediately, but instead turned her repulsive gaze, now to the white-haired man in front of her. Jessyca shook her head slowly, her anger clearly written all over her face. "Fu-fuck ... you!" she gave him in reply, she was really tough, despite her constant pleading for freedom. Never, had a woman spoken to him like that and never had a woman dared to give him such a defiant look. A smile graced his lips, but Xigbar was slowly losing patience.
