Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She’d already wrapped herself around me, making my twisted obsession with her even stronger, harder to resist, and more consuming than anything else in the world.
I forced myself to pull away and stop touching her, but I did carefully adjust her position on the bed so she was more comfortable because I didn't want her to feel any discomfort. It already felt like there was a knife protruding from the center of chest seeing her wince in response to the headache the sedative gave her. I didn't want to hurt her, not in the sense she most likely thought I did.
I just needed her to understand, to accept that she was mine now, once she was awake and we could talk about this.
I sat back down, continuing to watch her sleeping form.
This is how it’s supposed to be. Just the two of us. With my Dolly alone with me in this place I prepared for us.
From the moment I saw her, I started making my plans. And now I was at the finish line. I glanced around this little cottage I found during my searches. Time hadn’t been on my side, so it was a rental, but soon, I’d find us the perfect, isolated home, where it could always just be the two of us.
As I sat there, dark satisfaction settled into every part of my body. She was here. Finally. And no one could take her away from me.
I rested my elbows on my knees. “You’ll understand soon, darling,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, even in the room's stillness.
The darkness was thick around us, the low light of the table lamp barely stretching into the corners. The bleakness of the forest beyond this cottage was so thick it threatened to break in through the window and consume everything. It wrapped around us like a shroud.
My emotions were intense where she was concerned, and it was a strange sensation. I was someone who never really felt, never actually wanted anything but the essentials to keep me alive.
So these new feelings I had were bright and loud, and they controlled every aspect of me. She’d wake up soon, and when she did, I’d be here. Waiting. Watching. We’d have that talk, and I anticipated it.
But for now, I was content to sit here, in the shadowy room, and watch over her. To make sure she was safe and protected.
No one would touch her… but me.
10
LARS
Ileft Dolly sleeping five minutes ago and went into the kitchen to prepare food for her. She’d be hungry when she awoke and would need to drink plenty of water to flush the drugs out of her system.
The cabin was quiet, isolated, and just the way I wanted it. Just the way I needed it. We were hours from her rental and any real civilization. No one would hear her if she screamed, and I was sure she would. Actually, positive she would. And my cock dripped just thinking about it.
I moved through the small kitchen, my mind churning with dark excitement for what was to come. But I focused on taking care of Dolly. She needed to eat.
I pulled a few ingredients from the fridge, things that were simple and would be easy on her stomach. A couple of eggs, two pieces of bread, and some cheese slices. Her stomach would feel off at first, and she might be nauseous from the sedative, but as soon as her belly was full, she’d feel a lot better.
It was a strange and foreign feeling to want to care for someone else. But I was consumed by this need to have everything perfect for her. And so I concentrated on my task like it was the most important thing I could do. I cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them until my thoughts quieted.
I’d brought all of her belongings with me. Everything she’d need to be comfortable. I wanted her to know she could be happy here... with me.
I poured olive oil into the pan, sprinkled in salt and pepper, and then poured the eggs. I listened to the sizzle as they cooked and let my thoughts be filled with her. Dolly was the only thing that mattered now. She wouldn’t run. I wouldn’t let her. But if she tried?
God, if she tried… I’d hunt her down, and I’d catch her. And that chase—just the thought of it stirred up something dark and insidious inside me. My cock was ramrod-hard, aching, needing to be buried deep in her little cunt until all she felt was me stretching her.
The very idea of her leaving—whether by her own accord, her attempting to escape, or by someone taking her from me—had evilness rising in me at a violent rate. There was nowhere she could go that I wouldn’t follow. Nowhere I wouldn’t find her. There was no fucking distance too great that would keep me from what was mine.