10. Lars

10

LARS

I left 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.

And she was mine. There was no escaping that. Not now. Not ever.

I scrambled the eggs and added a few pieces of cheese to the pan so they'd melt. I wanted her to have more protein, so I grabbed slices of ham and, after scooping the eggs onto a plate, cooked the meat until it was caramelized. Even keeping myself busy with mundane things didn't stop my mind from wandering about the moment she'd wake up, and how much I anticipated it.

But fuck. How would I convince her? How would I make her understand? She'd fight of course. She'd be terrified of what was going to happen to her, and no amount of me trying to convince her otherwise would ease her worries.

But that sinister part of me hoped she'd try to run. I wanted to see how far she'd get before I found her and dragged her back to my predatory lair. I knew my desires were sick. But I wasn't ashamed of them. I embraced every single need I had.

When the ham was cooked, I toasted the bread in the oven, buttered it when it was done, and let a few slices of cheese melt on top. A simple meal for a very complicated situation.

I glanced back toward the bedroom where my Dolly lay asleep, still completely unaware of the world she'd just been thrust into.

"No going back, sweet little darling."

Before I took the food to her, I went to the cupboard and grabbed the little black case stored there. I ran my fingers over it, a smile tugging at my lips because I knew what I was doing would be another affirmation of what she was to me… and what I was to her.

There was no going back. Not for her. Not for me.

I'd always be one step behind her. Her silent protector.

And with that in mind, I took the food and the black case into her room.

Dolly's stalker was ready to keep her close.