"Oh, my sweet pumpkin, isn't it wonderful? Just the two of us, right here, no extra dirty eyes..."

a gentle, almost seductive and at the same time dark voice whispered in the poor girl's ear.

after many years of stalking, dark and light desires and much more, he... got her all. All these years, or centuries of stalking, all these impure looks, all these murders, were not in vain. Now, for almost half a year, she lives in his room... At her request? Of course not. He simply stole her in that very moment that you will never forget.

Now he could do with her whatever he wanted. All the dark desires were revealed, and during this time he was able to do almost everything he dreamed of. But... at the same time, the caring side of his nature still visited him sometimes. He took care of her after everything he had done to her before, healing the wounds from his bites on her porcelain skin. And he made sure to set up dates… just like now!

They were standing in the middle of a beautiful flower meadow. The bright sun was shining above them as the two of them lay on a picnic blanket. Wasn’t it cute? Not at all.

Her body was almost completely covered in his bites, her skin pale from not going outside for so long. There were marks on her wrists from the handcuffs. But he didn’t seem to care. After all, they were together now. Forever.

Sol gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, studying her expression carefully. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable, so broken. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of perverse satisfaction at his power over her. His sweet, sweet pumpkin, completely at his mercy, a toy he could play with, shape and mold as he wished, a beautiful angel, a light that had been hidden for years behind all the bullshit of the city and the other bastards, but now...

He reached out, tracing the contour of her cheek with his fingertips, feeling her soft skin beneath his touch. She shuddered slightly, her body involuntarily tensing under his touch.

Ohh..