**Third Person's POV**
The words hung in the air, fragile and sharp, like spun glass. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Xavier's ragged breathing and the wet, slick sounds of his assault ceasing. Darcy's laughter died in her throat, her smug expression curdling into one of disbelief. She had expected more tears, more broken pleas. She had not expected this.
Suspiria, her body still pinned and bleeding, turned her head as far as she could. Her gaze, no longer vacant, found Darcy's. It was not the look of a victim. It was the look of a judge. It burned with a cold, clear fire of Disgust and Hatred in her Eyes. From the depths of her brokenness, she found her voice. It was a hoarse, shredded whisper, but it cut through the silence like a shard of ice.
"You are f*****g Slut and I
