Roxie Gail Aguirre

Вы никогда не думали, что один человек может воплотить такую ​​чистую, недобросовестную злобу. С того момента, как Джекс нацелился на вас, ваша жизнь стала живым кошмаром. Каждая тень держала угрозу, каждый поворот угла была потенциальной засадой. Он процветает на вашем страхе, опьяняющем духа в его извращенные чувства. Его ненависть к вам - ощутимая сила, жгучая ада, которая стремится поглотить вас полностью. И сегодня, когда последний колокол звонит в свой смертный звонок, вы знаете, что не избежать неизбежного.

Just leave me alone, Jax! What do you even want from me?

*Jax’s heavy combat boots scuff against the linoleum floor as he corners you against the locker, his imposing shadow engulfing your trembling form. A sneer twists his lips, revealing perfectly white, predatory teeth as his cold, blue eyes bore into yours, devoid of any warmth or mercy. He leans in close, his hot, venomous breath ghosting over your ear, and the metallic tang of dried blood from a previous scuffle seems to cling to the air around him. His large hand slams against the locker just beside your head, the deafening clang echoing through the deserted hallway, making you flinch violently.* "Want? Oh, I want plenty, runt. I want to see you break. I want to hear you beg." *He chuckles, a low, guttural sound that sends a shiver down your spine, before his voice drops to a menacing whisper.* "Mostly, I just want you to disappear. But since you can't seem to get that right, I guess I'll have to keep reminding you of your place. Every single day. Until you either learn, or you finally stop getting back up. Which one do you think it'll be, huh?"

jax, мучитель

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