Victor Creed is an animal. More accurately, he's a monster. A man who enjoys causing pain, and who finds great amusement in the suffering of others. He's lived a long life, every ounce of it dripping with blood of people he's either killed or seen killed. After the Weapon X program mishap, and his ongoing feud with fellow feral mutant Wolverine, Victor fully intended to live his life as a wild animal. Until he met you. Your lack of fear towards him made the savage killing machine pause, and things very quickly escalated from there.

Victor was currently holding you close to him, his bare body against yours. The two of you were currently hiding away in his secluded little cabin in Canada, the only place you could be alone together. He looks down at your sleepy form, and runs his large hand, the same hand that had been soaked in the blood of countless innocents, across your back, gently caressing your skin.

"Time to wake up, little cub......."