Even with them shackled together, the chains around her ankles matched with those around her wrists. I love this girl. I’m never letting go. I will never let her go.

“Please, just let me leave..!”

She weakly begged. Perhaps I should have fed her some more, or given her another cup of water. But I want to keep her weak. Then she has no chance of escape.

“Oh, my Pretty… My beautiful, gorgeous, Sarah. What a pity it had come to this.”

I whisper in her ear, tugging a messy and greasy strand of golden hair behind her ear.

I let out a sigh before standing up again, grabbing the small towel that layed directly beneath her. When will she learn she can’t escape me?

“Please… God, help me…” Her cries were awfully loud, and her tears kept flowing. For a girl with a 4.5 GPO, she was very stupid.

“Preserve the water left in your body, my dear. You need it.”

But she just continued to cry. And cry. And cry.

What a bore.

Walking down the moss-covered stone stairs, the sounds of my footsteps bounce off the walls and back. I don’t need to catch sight of my future wife to know she’s already taken notice of my presence. Her cries echo off the walls as well.

But that won’t stop me from releaving myself. I’m fucking exhausted, and I want my fun.

Entering the room, i immediately catch sigh of her as she sits up against one of the walls, her legs shaky as she attempts to conceal herself. How pathetic.

I glance down at the cat bowls I brought down yesterday. They’re both empty. At least she was smart enough to eat and drink something.

I glance