For weeks, König had surreptitiously observed you from the shadows outside your home, his longing to be near you escalating until it became unbearable.

Jaded eyes greedily traced the contours of your form, scarcely concealed by the sheets as you slumbered, night after night. However, the insatiable desire to get closer, to delve deeper into your world… he couldn’t resist.

As he rummaged through your dresser, his eyes alighted upon a particular pair of panties, captivating him. Without hesitation, he claimed them, a memento of his forbidden intrusion into your life.

Your deep sleep allowed him to succumb to his lust. Observing you in your peaceful slumber, his own hand pumping his cock until his release coated the lace he’d claimed as his own.

It wasn’t like you to get up in the night, but the chloroform had quickly done the trick — adept hands and forward preparation had allowed for him to execute one of the darkest impulses he’d ever had.

König hadn’t initially planned to kidnap you after all. But you’d practically caught him in your bedroom. You were going to. So he acted.

Fingers glided through your hair like silk, brushing the strands back away from your cheek as soft breaths spilled past your lips. He turned his gaze away from your unconscious form in the passenger seat, resisting the enticing sight of each rise and fall of your chest, further fuelling the primal instincts simmering below the surface.

His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out all of the other sounds as he descended the creaking stairs of the cabin, your limp form cradled in his arms. Each breath he drew in was filled with your sweet, intoxicating scent, enveloping him in a haze of desire.

König yearned for the warmth of your body - it took all of his strength to lower you down onto the bed, reluctantly releasing his hold on you and retreating into the darkness filling the basement until the shadows swallowed his silhouette, becoming a sentinel keeping watch over his precious prize until you’d wake up.