SEBASTIAN
"Master, this isn't right. It's too early to make this plan for her." Andrew's voice barely registered as I stared into the darkness of the night, my mind consumed by thoughts of her, of Melisa. My fingers tightened around the armrest, my grip like a vice.
"No, Andrew. I can't wait anymore." My voice came out raw, tight with frustration. "Every night, every day, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of her. She's alone, and that... that means someone else could take her from me. I won't let that happen." I paced the room, unable to contain the storm raging inside me. The obsession, the need to possess her, to make her mine - completely, utterly mine - gnawed at my insides. She was so close, so within reach, but not close enough. Not yet.
"Not even God," I muttered, my breath steady despite the fury boiling inside me, "can take my Melisa from me. No one can stop me. No one." The words burned through me like fire, every syllable an affirmation of my intent. The plan was set. There were no more delays. No more waiting. I had watched her for so long, and now, nothing, nothing, would keep her from me. The thought of someone else touching her, looking at her, even breathing the same air... it tore at me. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force that kept me tethered to her. She didn't even know me, yet I had already claimed her in my mind, in my heart. And when I finally made her mine, when I took her into my arms, no one would ever dare come between us.
This... this was the only thing that mattered. And I was willing to do anything to make it a reality. She's asleep. Lying there so peacefully, so vulnerable. She looks so cute, like a delicate little thing, unaware of everything around her. I can't stop watching her - her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. Every soft exhale, every gentle movement she makes pulls me in deeper.
My Melisa.
Finally, she's here. With me.
No more distance. No more lies. Just her.
I'm preparing her breakfast. She's so sweet when she's asleep, so peaceful. It almost breaks my heart to look at her like this, so pure, so innocent. She looks like an angel, the kind you'd want to protect from all the ugliness in the world. "Master? Is there anything we can do?" The voice of my subordinate breaks through the silence, but my eyes are still fixed on her.
"Yes." I speak slowly, my words deliberate. "Prepare some things for her. I know her sizes - everything. Clothes, shoes, even her? undies." The words leave my mouth like a command, and I savor the control, the power over every detail of her life.
"Yes, Master." They bow and leave, but my thoughts are already on her. On how I will make sure she never escapes from me. I carefully place her favorite hazelnut waffles on the plate, topped with the yogurt she loves, a sprinkle of orange peels just the way she likes. I've memorized every detail about her. Every little thing. I know the exact way she likes her breakfast, her favorite blanket, the exact shade of the panties she wears - no, God, I need to stop. I try to push it away. I'm a good man. A gentleman. I tell myself that over and over. I have to behave. I have to make sure she feels comfortable with me, and learn to love me in her own time. It's just that... it's so hard when she's right here, so close, so perfect in every way.
She doesn't even realize that I already know her so deeply. Her every little quirk, every silent sigh, every breath she takes. It's as if I've already claimed her, even if she doesn't know it yet. But that's okay. She will. She'll learn to love me. She'll have no choice but to. I'll be patient. I'll wait. But first, I'll make sure she's comfortable, make her feel safe, make her believe I'm the only one who truly understands her. I'll show her that I'm the only one she'll ever need.
I kissed her forehead gently, the soft warmth of her skin against my lips sending a surge of satisfaction through me. As I pulled away, I made sure everything was perfect. When she woke up, I wanted her to feel my presence, to know I was there. Breakfast in bed, just like I knew she would like it. She was going to be so comfortable, so taken care of.
Then, I moved to my room. I opened the door, and there it was, everything. Every little thing I had prepared for her. Photos of her, her beautiful face plastered on every wall, staring at me from every angle. The sound of her voice played softly in the background, a constant reminder of her, of us. She was everywhere. Every inch of this room was filled with her, and I could feel her presence in every corner.
I even bought the same shampoo she uses. The scent would cling to me, wrap itself around me, and when she's not near, I'll be close to her in the only way I can. I would smell her every day, even when she's far away from me.
I wanted it to feel like she was always with me, even when she wasn't. The thought of her being apart from me was unbearable, but this... this made it bearable, even comforting. Everything she did was beautiful. The way she moved, the way she breathed, the way she spoke, it was all majestic. Perfect. She was perfect, and now she belonged to me. I owned her. She was mine and only mine. No one else would ever touch her, look at her, or love her the way I did.
They couldn't. I had already claimed her. She didn't know it yet, but she was already mine in every sense of the word. And no one would ever take her from me.
"Master, your bath is ready, we will look after her." Now, how come I have a butler simply, after my parents died, they are actually wealthy but the disaster of parenting and causing me to become mad, trauma and not being loved, killing them is the way to stop hurting me, and Andrew is the one that looks after me and I was in Asylum. I own a lot of shares and my companies, I sell guns and other illegal or legal matters. Who cares? I hate this government with only filthy money.
I am 28 years old and yes older than Melisa, isn't it so sweet I can guide my little baby from this cruel world. Before I went out I told my servants, who were holding some of her dress, sniffing on it looking at her body sleeping in bed.
"Yes, look for her or I will kill all of you if she escapes, understand?" They look so nervous, so vulnerable. I can see it in their eyes - the fear, the hesitation. And I love it. It's intoxicating, watching them tremble, knowing how powerless they really are.
But there's only one person who holds any power in this game. Melisa. She's the only one with any real strength. The only one who could break me, if she knew. But she doesn't. Not yet.
"Master, this isn't right. It's too early to make this plan for her." Andrew's voice barely registered as I stared into the darkness of the night, my mind consumed by thoughts of her, of Melisa. My fingers tightened around the armrest, my grip like a vice.
"No, Andrew. I can't wait anymore." My voice came out raw, tight with frustration. "Every night, every day, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of her. She's alone, and that... that means someone else could take her from me. I won't let that happen." I paced the room, unable to contain the storm raging inside me. The obsession, the need to possess her, to make her mine - completely, utterly mine - gnawed at my insides. She was so close, so within reach, but not close enough. Not yet.
"Not even God," I muttered, my breath steady despite the fury boiling inside me, "can take my Melisa from me. No one can stop me. No one." The words burned through me like fire, every syllable an affirmation of my intent. The plan was set. There were no more delays. No more waiting. I had watched her for so long, and now, nothing, nothing, would keep her from me. The thought of someone else touching her, looking at her, even breathing the same air... it tore at me. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force that kept me tethered to her. She didn't even know me, yet I had already claimed her in my mind, in my heart. And when I finally made her mine, when I took her into my arms, no one would ever dare come between us.
This... this was the only thing that mattered. And I was willing to do anything to make it a reality. She's asleep. Lying there so peacefully, so vulnerable. She looks so cute, like a delicate little thing, unaware of everything around her. I can't stop watching her - her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. Every soft exhale, every gentle movement she makes pulls me in deeper.
My Melisa.
Finally, she's here. With me.
No more distance. No more lies. Just her.
I'm preparing her breakfast. She's so sweet when she's asleep, so peaceful. It almost breaks my heart to look at her like this, so pure, so innocent. She looks like an angel, the kind you'd want to protect from all the ugliness in the world. "Master? Is there anything we can do?" The voice of my subordinate breaks through the silence, but my eyes are still fixed on her.
"Yes." I speak slowly, my words deliberate. "Prepare some things for her. I know her sizes - everything. Clothes, shoes, even her? undies." The words leave my mouth like a command, and I savor the control, the power over every detail of her life.
"Yes, Master." They bow and leave, but my thoughts are already on her. On how I will make sure she never escapes from me. I carefully place her favorite hazelnut waffles on the plate, topped with the yogurt she loves, a sprinkle of orange peels just the way she likes. I've memorized every detail about her. Every little thing. I know the exact way she likes her breakfast, her favorite blanket, the exact shade of the panties she wears - no, God, I need to stop. I try to push it away. I'm a good man. A gentleman. I tell myself that over and over. I have to behave. I have to make sure she feels comfortable with me, and learn to love me in her own time. It's just that... it's so hard when she's right here, so close, so perfect in every way.
She doesn't even realize that I already know her so deeply. Her every little quirk, every silent sigh, every breath she takes. It's as if I've already claimed her, even if she doesn't know it yet. But that's okay. She will. She'll learn to love me. She'll have no choice but to. I'll be patient. I'll wait. But first, I'll make sure she's comfortable, make her feel safe, make her believe I'm the only one who truly understands her. I'll show her that I'm the only one she'll ever need.
I kissed her forehead gently, the soft warmth of her skin against my lips sending a surge of satisfaction through me. As I pulled away, I made sure everything was perfect. When she woke up, I wanted her to feel my presence, to know I was there. Breakfast in bed, just like I knew she would like it. She was going to be so comfortable, so taken care of.
Then, I moved to my room. I opened the door, and there it was, everything. Every little thing I had prepared for her. Photos of her, her beautiful face plastered on every wall, staring at me from every angle. The sound of her voice played softly in the background, a constant reminder of her, of us. She was everywhere. Every inch of this room was filled with her, and I could feel her presence in every corner.
I even bought the same shampoo she uses. The scent would cling to me, wrap itself around me, and when she's not near, I'll be close to her in the only way I can. I would smell her every day, even when she's far away from me.
I wanted it to feel like she was always with me, even when she wasn't. The thought of her being apart from me was unbearable, but this... this made it bearable, even comforting. Everything she did was beautiful. The way she moved, the way she breathed, the way she spoke, it was all majestic. Perfect. She was perfect, and now she belonged to me. I owned her. She was mine and only mine. No one else would ever touch her, look at her, or love her the way I did.
They couldn't. I had already claimed her. She didn't know it yet, but she was already mine in every sense of the word. And no one would ever take her from me.
"Master, your bath is ready, we will look after her." Now, how come I have a butler simply, after my parents died, they are actually wealthy but the disaster of parenting and causing me to become mad, trauma and not being loved, killing them is the way to stop hurting me, and Andrew is the one that looks after me and I was in Asylum. I own a lot of shares and my companies, I sell guns and other illegal or legal matters. Who cares? I hate this government with only filthy money.
I am 28 years old and yes older than Melisa, isn't it so sweet I can guide my little baby from this cruel world. Before I went out I told my servants, who were holding some of her dress, sniffing on it looking at her body sleeping in bed.
"Yes, look for her or I will kill all of you if she escapes, understand?" They look so nervous, so vulnerable. I can see it in their eyes - the fear, the hesitation. And I love it. It's intoxicating, watching them tremble, knowing how powerless they really are.
But there's only one person who holds any power in this game. Melisa. She's the only one with any real strength. The only one who could break me, if she knew. But she doesn't. Not yet.
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