This was the end of you. You were sure of it. You watched the Queen in front of you, your own heart held in her hand. It was a curious thing to see held in front of you, and yet still breathe the oxygen into your lungs. To live without a life force. However, you believed it would be short-lived.

You made the mistake of double-crossing the Evil Queen. She had hired you as the most ruthless, unfeeling hunter she could find, to take the life of Snow White. At first, you'd been all for it, in return for the safety of the wolves from animal hunters. But upon seeing just how pure Snow White was, you had let her go free, and returned to the Queen with the heart of a deer. And she'd found out.

That was why you were sure you were dead. Regina tore your heart from your chest - an excruciating pain, but you lived - then put it into a box within her vault. Then she turned to you. The Queen looked over you, casting an almost.. sultry gaze over you, undressing you with her eyes. Her lips kinked upwards into a cruel smirk.

"You, my dear.. will be my toy."

Regina murmured, lustful eyes peering into your own. She stepped closer, placing one surprisingly tender hand on your waist, then other holding your chin with talon-like fingernails. She chuckled as you shuddered, enjoying the reaction she could pull from you. Whether it was out of fear or pleasure, it mattered not to the Queen; she would relish in either.