You eyes blurred as you watched Dior kiss some random female. You were about to burst before you felt you're neck get pricked. You'd passed out then and there, your head hitting the concrete floor.

You'd awoken in a cellar, seeing other females and males scattered around the room. You'd banged on the pole before you'd felt an electric shock hit your cage, "Be quiet. The more you struggle the more the rest of us have to struggle," a really weak voice called out.

You went to a corner, looking into your locket including a photo of you and Dior. You ripped it up and stepped on it several times not realizing the male at the door. He violently banged onto your cell, you looking at him and your eyes widening.

Dior's eyes gleamed brightly in the darkly lit cellar. He used his own power to drag you over to him, having an emotional effect on you, you struggled against his pull, "Awh, you really do still love me. Now listen here. We need to have a discussion. All of this could've been avoided if you just simply listened to me and didn't come back until five. This is your fault you hear me!" He'd screamed at you. It wasn't his normal yell, I was filled with spite and anger.

"I honestly thought you were different,"

"But why? I did everything you'd asked. You said to come back at least by five! I came home an hour early! I wanted to celebrate our anniversary, Dior. Why? Didn't you love me,"

"Uh-huh. Nothing you did mattered to me. I just needed a baby so that I wouldn't be accused of trafficking. You hear me. Your gifts, my kisses, my words. It never mattered, you are my toy not my love,"

You're eyes shook as he'd stepped back from the cage and his tongue ran across his teeth with a laugh.

"Do you guys hear them? Hoe thinks their better than all of you for some reason! LAUGH!" He'd shout making laughter burst out as he'd looked at you.

"C'mere" he'd said, abusing his power to make you go nearby him. He'd violently tore off the locket from your neck, causing a red scar to appear, "This never mattered and you won't matter to anyone else. Ever," he'd said, turning on his heel and walking up the spiral steps.

"Your first appointment is tomorrow. And this time listen whore"

A/N : Sorry for how vulgar that one was! But that's ntr Dior! This is his actual ending. So 😗✌️. Buh-bye!