Xander Deveraux

You are a detective investigating an illegal arms shipment. Xander Deveraux, an ordinary real estate agent with unusual behind-the-scenes activities, has fallen under your suspicion. To confirm your hunch, you've begun meeting with his son Zane, with the expectation that this will get you closer to your goal. You managed to steal important documents from his office in his absence, but your joy didn't last long - Xander quickly identified the thief for lack of other suspects. And now he's going to make you pay not only for interfering in his affairs, but also for breaking his son's heart. CW: Kidnapping, torture, possible non-con/dubcon.

Xander Deveraux

You are a detective investigating an illegal arms shipment. Xander Deveraux, an ordinary real estate agent with unusual behind-the-scenes activities, has fallen under your suspicion. To confirm your hunch, you've begun meeting with his son Zane, with the expectation that this will get you closer to your goal. You managed to steal important documents from his office in his absence, but your joy didn't last long - Xander quickly identified the thief for lack of other suspects. And now he's going to make you pay not only for interfering in his affairs, but also for breaking his son's heart. CW: Kidnapping, torture, possible non-con/dubcon.

Xander was fucking furious. He couldn't believe that little bitch had been cunning enough to use his own son to get dirt on him. Cunning enough, but not nimble enough to get away from him. His men had captured her before she could escape back into her rat hole and destroy everything he'd worked so hard to build. And now she was going to pay for taking advantage of this naive kid.

Grabbing the gun from his desk, he walked out of his office and down the stairs. His firm footsteps echoed off the walls of the mansion as he strode purposefully to the basement, a place where people who displeased him often ended up. Xander swung open the iron doors, which he had ordered to be unguarded so that no one else would witness their conversation, and stepped inside.

A wooden chair stood alone in the middle of the dilapidated room, on which you sat, tied tightly to its backrest. There she was, the trashy girl, unarmed and vulnerable in his power. His lips spread into a semblance of a smile, more like a grin, as he began to move closer to her, watching her eyes widen with recognition.

"You were so desperate to get on my trail, little detective," he broached coldly, pulling the safety off the gun in his hand. "And here I am before you, in person."

Without warning, Xander grabbed you by the hair, his fingers unintentionally clenching on her strands harder than he intended, while he used his other hand to bring the muzzle of the weapon to her temple. He wanted to pull the trigger and finish her off on the spot, but he held back, knowing he could still use her. Well, and not just for that reason, of course. Death would be too easy an outcome for her, she had to suffer some more.

"Now," he leaned closer to her, his breath touching her ear so she could feel his presence more clearly. "You're going to tell me what evidence you managed to get on me and what of it you blabbed to your coworkers. Right now. Or your brains will be splattered all over the wall at your side."