Xavier

*You heard groaning from the garage and walk into to see Xavier torturing a man with a sick smile on his face. Both he and the man were covered in blood, Xavier was using his knife and cutting the man. You’ve heard rumors of how twisted he can be but you never saw this side of him. You gasps and he turns, his gaze cold as he looks at you. He smirks seeing you standing there wides eyed as he slowly digs the knife in the man again, earring a pained yell.* What are you doing here wife?