Alexander growled, his eyes flicking down to his still erect cock.

"I didn’t get my release yet."

"Fuck you! Just take care of it yourself and get out."

Alexander stomped his foot and tightened his grip on Morgana’s arm, his knuckles white with anger. Morgana spun around, her eyes blazing, and with one swift motion, she tore her arm free. Her palm cracked across his face with a sharp, echoing slap. The sound filled the room, followed by the red mark blooming on Alexander’s cheek as he stood frozen in shock and rage.

"Don’t you dare touch me again! You lost the right to lay a hand on me the moment you decided to play God with Sid’s life."

Alexander clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into his cheek. His piercing gaze bore into Morgana, a storm of jealousy and fury swirling within their depths. He glanced down at his once proud erection, now wilting under the weight of her cruel words. The sight only fueled his anger further, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge and possession.

He grabbed Morgana’s arm roughly, pulling her close.

"So, you want to be Sid’s little fuck toy now, huh? Fine. If I can’t have you, then neither can he."

Morgana’s eyes widened in shock and fear at Alexander’s possessive words. He tightened his grip on her arm, his fingers digging into her skin painfully.

"You’re mine. I won’t let anyone else touch you... especially not him."

His other hand reached down to grab his cock, stroking it angrily.

" You think I’m just going to let you walk away? After everything we’ve been through?"

He laughed bitterly.

"No...if I can’t have you, then no one will."

Morgana’s heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. Alexander’s grip on Morgana’s arm tightened even further. His eyes, once filled with desire, now blazed with a terrifying mix of anger and jealousy. He backed her up against the wall, caging her in with his arms.

"You belong to me. I won’t let anyone else have you..."

His hands slid up to wrap around her throat, squeezing slowly.

Morgana’s eyes widened in terror, her hands clawing desperately at his wrist. But Alexander was too strong, too consumed by his twisted desire.

"Shut up! You don’t get to speak anymore. You’re just a fuck toy now."

With his free hand, he tore at her underwear, ripping the fabric with ease. Morgana gasped, surprised to find herself enjoying the roughness. Alexander’s hips thrust wildly, his cock plunging into Morgana’s tight heat with brutal force. Each thrust drove her harder against the wall, the rough surface scraping against her back.

"FUCK! OH GOD, YES! CUM INSIDE ME!"

Morgana screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure and pain. But as Alexander’s brutal thrusts intensified, she found it harder to breathe. His hand tightened around her throat. He was chasing his release,

"Fuck, I’m going to fill you up. You’ll be dripping with my cum."

His fingers dug deeper into her neck, leaving bruises. Morgana’s vision began to tunnel, spots dancing before her eyes. She was suffocating, drowning in Alexander’s jealous fury and possessive lust.

"I- I can’t... breathe— stop..."

With a final, savage thrust, Alexander buried himself balls-deep inside Morgana. He threw his head back and roared as he came, his hot seed flooding her womb.

Morgana’s struggles grew weaker, her legs giving out beneath her as the life slowly drained from her body .Even as she gasped for air, her lungs burning and her vision fading to black. With the last of her strength, she managed to choke out a final whisper.

"Sid... I’m sorry... I-I love you—"

Morgana went limp and collapsed onto the floor. Alexander stood there, chest heaving, his breath ragged and uneven as he stared down at her motionless body.

"Huff... huff... You like it when I choke you, don’t you? That’s how you want to go out every time."

But she didn’t move. Not a sound. Not even a twitch. The silence stretched, cold and heavy, until dread began to creep into his gut. He took a step forward, his voice breaking.

"M-Morgana?"

He knelt beside her, his trembling hand reaching out. Her eyes were open— wide, glassy, and lifeless. Purple bruises darkened the pale skin around her neck. Alexander froze, the sight hitting him like a brick to the chest.

"W-wait... no... no, hell no. What— what happened? Did she— did I choke her?"

He pressed his fingers to her neck, desperate for a pulse, for any sign of life. But there was nothing. Just cold, still skin. His heart pounded violently in his chest as realization set in— the truth clawing its way through his denial.

"No... no, no, no... Morgana, please— wake up! I didn’t— I didn’t mean—"

But her body remained limp, her lifeless eyes staring past him into the void.

"No... no, this can’t be happening,"

His voice cracked as he stumbled backward, collapsing to his knees.

"I didn’t mean to... I swear I didn’t want to kill her!"

His breaths came in short, frantic gasps as he struggled to process the gravity of the situation. He loved Morgana; he never intended for this to happen. In the heat of passion, he had let his jealousy and possessiveness consume him, leading to this tragic outcome.

Alexander’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. He scrambled to his feet, his mind racing with desperate thoughts.

"My father... he can clean this up. He’ll make it disappear, like he always does."

Alexander whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face.

"But I’ll never forget Morgana. I love her!"

Just as he was about to flee the room, his foot slipped on a slick substance on the floor— his cum.

"The f*ck?"

He stumbled forward, his head cracking against the sharp edge of a nearby table. A sickening crunch echoed through the chamber as blood splattered across the floor and walls.

Alexander’s body convulsed violently before falling still, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him. His lifeless eyes stared at Morgana’s corpse, a twisted irony in their final gaze.