Page 7 of Stalker Daddy

She ducks her head when I release her.It doesn’t take a genius to know that she’s never had any genuine compliments; all the praises she got from her performance are simple words that are seen to be proper etiquette in a public setting.

Fia is a girl with not a lot of love from her past.Her damned parents, the absurd school system for boarding students, and the psychological torment of never being enough for her parents, all had left their mark on her.

She is more than enough, and I intend on showing her how much I care for her, but that’s going to have to wait until I find the solution to the stress she’s been under.

I take her to an empty room with simple furniture and a window facing the crystal blue lake.It’s the perfect vacation spot to be off the grid because it’s deep into the woods with a body of water for the disposal method.

I do hope it doesn’t come to that as it would be a shame to pollute something darling Fia will love.

“You can practice your violin in here.”I push her inside.

Her eyes are big and tentative as she takes in the simplicity of the room.I would have given her the other room, but it had a sliding door that allow access to the lake behind the cabin.

I don’t trust the environment just enough to give her the freedom to stay by herself in that room.The chances are slim, but an intruder can see her and want her for themself.

“Are you sure?”she asks, concern written on her face.“What if I’m too loud?”

“You won’t be,” I say as I rap my knuckle on the reinforced wood.“It’s soundproofed.”

She must be utterly lost as to why I would need a soundproofed room.Any person with a speck of common sense would notice something is wrong with my behavior from the beginning because it’s human nature to spot danger to them, but little darling Fia is all too trusting of a man who wants to control every aspect of her life.

It’s not fair for her to unknowingly step into a lion’s den, but life isn’t fair—though I can treat her as my darling or my princess.

It’s her choice because princesses do tend to get locked up in fairy tales.This isn’t a fairy tale.It’s more of a haunting nightmare that she's unaware of.

Probably she never will, but she might surprise me.I can make her life into a fairy tale if she lets me, but I will be demanding absolute control.

The prince won’t be there to save her, and righteousness won’t defeat a vile sinner.

Being Prince Charming is glorified.I have had enough days of being the hero, but that would be unethical for me to say that I’m a hero when I merely used the deployment overseas as an outlet for control and curving my bloodlust.

I started with villain tendencies.Why not stay with them?They are a part of me that will never leave until a dramatic brain surgery shifts the balance of good and evil in my head back to equal.

“Oh, really?”She puts her tiny hand on her rounded lips.“I can practice all I want?”

“Yes, only if you do everything that I tell you to.”I extend my arm to bring her closer, so my hand clasps around the nape of her neck.

She foolishly lets me hold that vulnerable part of her, and the trust is making me drunk with despicable fondness.

Fia only agrees with what she thinks is being interpreted in her head, but when I mean everything, it’s every little thing I say.

There is order in here, in my life, and there will be more when it becomesourlives.

“I promise!”She slaps her hand over her heart with a grin.

It’s good enough for me before I take her out of the room and close it behind me.The next destination is the second floor, but it’s only a part of the cabin.She hurriedly skips up the stairs and peers with her neck extending.

A startled gasp slips from her plump lips as she turns to me with a smile.The brightness blinds me, but it’s a good thing that I have my cabin memorized before I fall and break a leg from her beautiful happiness.

“We’re sleeping here.”

She spins around too quickly, and her hair smacks her in the face.The stammering is adorable, but she needs to catch her breath before she chokes.

“We?”She wheezes, wide eyes and disbelief flickering across her face.

“There is only one bed, darling girl.”

In every room we’ve been to, there is no indication that it can be a bedroom.The cabin is supposed to imply simplicity, then I thought about making another room for her.I figure that being closer to her would allow me to keep a better eye on her.

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