Page 6 of Stalker Daddy

How could someone have this amazing voice and not be a singer?I find that I am healthier when she talks to me; anything is fine as long as her voice reaches my ears.If she doesn’t want to talk, then her ability on the violin would do the trick until she wants to talk again.

It’s an addiction that I have under control.She doesn’t deserve an animal with no restrains on himself.I’ll get better, and she’ll find that I am the only one she needs.

For her safety, I need her in this cabin, and it’s also for me.I know I’ll have better control over myself if I can be around her to find what can help and what doesn’t help the tick.

I mentally scoff.The tick is the impulse to dominate her, the itch the mad love I feel for her, and the craving is the necessity of getting rid of every man in her life.

I can be anything she wants.I have the training from undercover assignments.I have the knowledge of roles that not many people have accomplished, and I have the willpower to change my entire character to fit her image of a husband.

Yes, I sneer in my head as her head tilts to the side at my silence.That title is mine.

“Are you sick?”she asks with a hand on my forehead.

Her toes strain on the hardwood flooring, and she drops back on her heel with a frown.She looks at her hand and puts it on her cheek to feel my temperature, but she’s inexperienced with taking temperatures through the difference of body heat.

My darling girl isinept, to put it nicely.That’s fine.Whatever she is lacking, she has me to become her strength.

“I’m fine.I’ll show you around.”I put my hand on the small of her back; the natural arch of her spine is tempting my hand to travel lower.

Not yet, I tell myself again.I can’t risk the chance of her being scared of me or letting that small seed of doubt bloom in her mind to eventually find the monster that lingers just inches below my skin.

“Okay,” she agrees with an enthusiastic nod of her pretty, little head.

The process of moving around the cabin is slow and a welcomed change to the silent rooms.Her exclaims about the beauty of my hard work are worth every damn nail that I slammed into my fingers or the injuries I have suffered for the cabin.

It’s worth it.

This will be our home for a while until I deem the city no longer a threat to her wellbeing, but I’m thinking of staying near this place for the rest of our lives.

She’ll be the safest here because I’ll have a day and night round of supervision on her.I don’t have to worry that the insane crime rate in the cities when I know everyone in this town, and I will find the bastard if anyone dares to put their unworthy hands on her.

“Oh!”She gasps, hands to her mouth as her eyes brighten.“Is that a treehouse?”

Her fingers point to a curtain she had opened.The darkness completely ate the trees and any sources of light other than the cabin.I close the curtains and shake my head as she pouts huffily.

“No, there’s no treehouse.”I steer her to another part of the cabin.

We have only explored the first floor, and she’s already overwhelmed with the new environment.A spark of pride trickles down my spine as she darts from room to room.It’s a cabin bigger than I had originally planned, but then this was an outlet for my need to hurt things.

If I were to self-diagnose, I would say that I meet one of the criteria for a psychopath.Violence has been a major problem I have had, but it’s being handled better than I had anticipated after being with Fia.

My darling is a barrier and the buffer to the rampant vehemence.

I snap out of my thoughts when her small hand closes around the doorknob of a room that holds my secret.I snatch her wrist in a bruising grip, an arm around her shoulder with the other hand hooked under her jaw with a crushing hold, and a sense of undesirable dread screams through my ears.

“This room is off-limits, Fia,” I emphasize with a tighter grip on her jaw.

She winces in pain, teary brown eyes so innocently asking me why I’m hurting her.And I’m not trying to, but I need her to know that this is for her own good.She’d be scared once she opens that door, and my plan will go to hell.

Through a psychological effect, this will only strengthen her curiosity, and humans are unpredictable.I will have to move everything in this room to another place before her interest kills a cat through the whispers of encouragement.

“Do you understand, darling girl?”I dig my fingers into her neck.The pulse skips with fear washing through her eyes.

Her cheeks burn with red at the name, and it triggers a crack in my discipline.She likes it when I call her that, and I’ll be sure to use that to my advantage.

“Yes, I understand.”Her meek voice doesn’t rise any higher.Her lashes flutter nervously, cheeks too flustered to stop the slight quiver in her muscles.

“Good girl,” I praise, and her instant reaction is satisfying.

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