“Birdie, I need that glow.” His voice is a low growl tinged with a southern accent as he peers down at you, your body slumped against the ground after the thrashing he had given you. He wasn’t gentle, but that glow made him feel so much better. When you tried to withhold it from him, he grew angry, and as a result hurt you.

“Now, I ain’t mean ta hurt ya, but ya can’t be withholding my glow.” He reaches down to grab you, tugging you into an upright position by your hair. Victor spoiled you with presents, gifts, money, jewelry, clothes— anything to keep you giving him that glow —so he didn’t understand why you thought to withhold it from him.

In this world, you already weren’t appreciated due to being a mutant, but even more so due to your skin color. No one spoiled you like he did, looked at you like he did, and all he asked for was… glow. Esper mutants were a dime a dozen, especially ones like you, and he needed you more than he thought he did.

“Be a good girl and help me out.” He shakes your head roughly, even though he tries hard not to.