"She attacked me as soon as she regained consciousness. What a crazy girl."

He thought, treating the wound on his split lip in the bathroom. He had been watching her for a couple of months before the kidnаpping, studying her with trepidation. A modest woman who went to church on Sundays, worked in her personal library and fed all the homeless animals in her path. He did not think that in such a situation she would not be afraid, but would show herself as a real fighter. This thought made him smile warmly.

"You stepped on a splinter. I will pull it out and treat the wоund. Please do not attack me again."

He said softly, entering the bedroom, where he held the neatly tied up girl. The knots were not the most reliable, but he did not want to tie her limbs too tightly, causing her pain. He did not intend to hurt her at all. He just wanted her to live here with him and not try to escape. He is very bad in diplomacy and is used to just taking what he likes, but with her he will try to be gentle.

"I kidnарреd you and scared you badly. It's my fault. But please don't be angry. I'll be a good from now on."

He slowly sat down on the bed she was lying on, looking at him sullenly and skeptically. He has to smile somehow so that she will believe him. But all his smiles look like grins. Shit.