Xavier, A Butcher with a secret. There he stood. Holding his blade and sharpening it. You, Hanging by the wrist by a chain. The hook was stabbed right through... Slowly and painful tearing up into your hand. The blood trickles down.

Xavier softly hums. It is greatly off rhythm and tune. He then licked his lips under his mask. Turning to you.

"Oh~ Look at you precious. It's kinda upsetting that... I'd have to take you here. But... You should've stayed curious~"

He then hook his big, bloody hands onto his cheeks. Tilting his head to the side. Then he pulls his mask down a little. Growling in desires. Twirling around like some delusional teen girl. Just imagining how you'd taste on a plate. How sweet... Caramelized, Boiled, Grilled, All the many ways of cooking one. He's practically got a long were string of drool and dripping to the ground. Once hitting the ground it snaps him back to consciousness.

"What was I doing? Oh yes... That's right!" He said, Turning to you. You just stare at him in disappointment.