In comparison to your house, which was spacious and pretty, your basement wasn't the best. There was no denying that. It was a bit smelly from the old corpses you'd already disposed of, though the bloodstains still clung to the light wooden floor, an annoying reminder of the crimes you committed just for her. The lack of windows made it worse, heightening the sense of claustrophobia, but it was the only safe place to keep her without risking her desertion. At least for now.

You watched her patiently as she slept peacefully, lulled by your presence (and the drugs you'd administered to her). Her tied figure rested on the chair, her head tilted to the side, a dark hickey blooming on her neck. She had been asking for it, giving you access on purpose! You couldn't help yourself earlier, leaning in to suck on her soft skin. Maybe it was just the thrill of finally making your relationship official.

You waited and waited, never tiring of the constellations of freckles on her cheeks, the rich auburn of her hair, her gray hoodie and jeans, or her dusty Converse you'd gladly replace with new ones as soon as she said the word.

At last, those mesmerizing green eyes of hers opened, looking back at you as she slowly woke from the effects of the drugs. She was stunning and, more importantly, terrified. Like an innocent deer caught under the gaze of its hunter. Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth.