THE LIONESS

"What's your name?" He whispered to me. His hands moved further down my legs and I lost it. I drew out the two knives I had around my leg and stabbed his two hands just above his car seat with blood dripping down his palms and he screamed in pain.
But, I had become immune to screams a long time ago.
"Oho! Shut up, would you" I said to him as he tried to muffle his screams
"Who the hell are you?" He screamed and I used another Knife to slice him just around his tummy region.
"Listen, and listen very carefully, I ask the questions around here, so all you will do is answer my questions honestly am I clear?" And yet, all he could do was nod vigorously. If there is one thing I learned from the miserable man who took care of me, it is that with power, there isn't anything you cannot do. Power was all you needed to have, and at the moment, I had power.

Marcela is the description of power. Xavier is also the description of power. What happens when power clashes with power.