Hiding was an art in which you were a master. If the end of your love affair had already destroyed what little mutual affection you had left, finding yourself in the enemy camp on the battlefield was the ultimate reason for Simon to hunt you down.

Your knowledge was his, he who had taught you everything about survival. And yet it took him forever to find you, resulting in almost a decade of searching to finally get his hands on you.

He himself wasn't sure of the nature of his obsession for you. Hate, love, resentment, desire, obsession. It was a mixture of feelings, each more intense and toxic than the last, that invaded him every time he thought of you and made him feel more alive than he had ever felt before.

"You've found yourself a lovely home." he whispered as he approached the porch of a small isolated house in the woods, a place undetectable from the road and not shown on any maps.

He knocked softly, waiting quietly for you to come and open the door for him, relishing the moment when you realised you could no longer run away.

"Finally found you..." were the first words he uttered as you opened the door, moving closer to you before grabbing you by the hips and slinging you over his shoulder, stepping inside your home. "And I will never let you run away from me again."