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She doesn't twitch or move. Hell, her eyes don't focus on me at all. How curious. She's sleep-talking. Sleep-sitting up and doesn't notice me staring deep into her eyes. I wonder if I could make her into my little puppet.
Lift your shirt, Little Puppet. Let Arrow get a glimpse.
"Sunshine!" she gasps, reaching a hand out before it falls back onto the mattress. "Don't leave me again," she cries, tears falling down her cheeks. With a gasp, Journey falls backward into the mattress, and her eyes fall shut. She curls in on herself in the fetal position, sobbing into her pillow. "Please, don't hurt me."
My fascination grows, bursting like a damn balloon. My girl has some secrets crawling beneath her flesh, eager to escape. Well, we'll help in that adventure.
I sigh when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Shepp
Recon? Really?
Arrow…
Well, shit. I can practically feel his growl of authority from here.
Me
Prepare the King and Queen! I'm bringing them back a chew toy.
Shepp
......... What. Did. You. Do?
Ugh. He's so nosy.
Me
I'm as innocent as a flower. Also, set out a tall glass of orange juice. And pickles! I have a hankering for some dills.
I lick my lips at the combination. Murder works up quite the appetite, something only pickles and orange juice can supply. Speaking of…
I glance out the window at the would-be rapist and tut in his direction. Bad boy. Now, you'll pay. Before hopping out, I tuck Journey in, covering her body. I relock her door and place the chair beneath the knob. She can keep others out, but not me. I'll always find a way in. I’ll crawl through the damn wall and live there just to get a glimpse of her every night.
I make it look like I wasn't there.
Except I was.
And the proof is in the pudding. Or on her pillow. And definitely will be in these panties I stole.
I grin, clutching my Polaroid one last time, and take another picture of her panties wrapped around my fingers. Bright pink contrasting to my pale skin makes for the perfect goodbye when I set the developed picture over the other.
What a lovely surprise she'll wake up to tomorrow. Too bad I can't be here to see her reaction. Hell, maybe cameras are necessary. They’ll keep her safe, that’s for sure. But that’s what I’m here for.
“No one will touch you again, Kitten. Not on my watch.”
I hum, checking the bottom nightstand drawer next to her bed. If I were a girl and had a fun, sexy toy, where would I keep it? Ah, right here that’s where.
“You won’t need this, Kitten. I’ll get you a better one.” I grin, plucking her bright pink vibrator from her drawer and putting it in my pocket. There’s no way she should be allowed to touch something like this when it’s the wrong shape and size—aka—it’s not mine. Or Jericho’s. Or Shepp’s. Ah, yes. I’ll get her better ones she can use on herself to prepare her tight cunt for what’s about to come in a few weeks.
I make my way out the window and head straight for the unconscious man on the lawn.
“Let’s go meet the Queen and King of Viotto manor. I’m sure they have something very important to growl at you while I pull you to pieces for even attempting to touch my girl.” If I could take her away from this place without interference, then I would.
Relief flies through me the moment I lift my violin from its case resting on the bookshelf in my home office. It's like all the worries running rampant through my mind disappear the moment I touch the smooth wood and cradle it against my chin.
Anticipation runs through my veins, counting down the seconds until I draw my bow over the strings and losing myself in the melodies ringing out through the small room.
