"You should have heard her Logan" the taller man laughed. "Begging me, god it was like music to my ears". "You Bastard" Logan shouted. Wolverine hissed as the man pushed the metal bar deeper into his chest, the remnants of an unforseen weapon. "You should be happy" Victor growled. "I loosened her up for ya" he said. Taking a step forward he leaned closer to the injured man a twisted smile on his face.
"Did you know she was a virgin" he asked looking at the man. "I figured she must have been one hell of a good fuck to have you wrapped around her finger like that come to find you never even screwed her" he went on. The man's voice lowered as his eyes met Wolverine's. "So damn tight nearly pinched my dick off". Wolverine struggled against the man's grasp feeling his body weaken as blood seeped from his open wound and bruised mouth. At that moment he swore to God he would kill Victor. Kill him or die trying.
From her place on the floor Storm watched on in horror as she saw the life being drained from her husband. Just a few feet away their daughter lay in the other room. Through the cracked door their tormentor had thrown her against she could just make out the outline of her face and with what little strength she had put a finger to her lips praying that the child would not make a sound. Even without looking down she knew she was laying in a pool of her own blood the warm red liquid drying around her torn clothing.
Her body was engulfed in pain but she tried her best to slow her rapid breathing in an effort to delay the flow of blood from her body. The salt from her tears clung to the sides of her face burning the open gash the man had placed there. With Wolverines healing ability he at least had a chance and she knew he would be a good father for Dalia. It was why she didn't mind sacrificing herself she just hoped that her death would not be for not.