Her hidden darkness.

Mine!

TRIGGER WARNING: MAY CONTAIN POSSESSIVE/STALKER BEHAVIOUR, REFERENCES TO ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR AND s****l REFERENCES. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND THIS DISTRESSFUL OR TRIGGERING. THIS CONTENT WILL GO ON THROUGH THE STORY.

Unknown POV

I watched as she went back into the bar, oh how I love watching her legs as she walks away from me. She goes to the bar and is chatting to a bartender, it seems friendly enough, but then she gives him one of her shots, who is this man to you my love? Just a bartender? Or more? I couldn’t stand the thought. I know as I have fulfilled my needs with a couple of choice women over the years that the chances are she has done the same with men, but I hate the thought that she shared those first intimate moments with someone else, that I wasn’t the first one to touch her, taste her, all of her. I wander how many men she’s been with, does she have a boyfriend now? I couldn’t stand that, I feel the familiar heat of anger rise through my body and I have to take a few minutes to control myself.

Her friend comes over after a couple of minutes and they do a shot together as-well, then her friend goes back to dancing with a man she met earlier on in the night, she dances so crudely with him considering he’s a stranger she just met, I don’t like you hanging out with her my Kerry, I fear she’s a bad influence on you, my innocent little one.

She comes back out of the bar with this bartender and have a cigarette, neither of them seem to be speaking, how can she be so comfortable sitting with this man in completely silence, to me that displays some sort of connection. I don’t like it. She is, you Kerry are mine. Mine only. I’m sitting here now with an empty glass just watching her go about her evening, struggling to maintain distance from her my Princess, if only she knew how close my hotel was to where we are right now, I would take her back and make her mine physically, as she is already mine emotionally. I think of her underneath me, being shown the fruits of my love for her as I touch each part of her body with each part of mine, would she moan? Would her body respond to my touch like mine does by the mere thought of being with her that way?

The barman leaves her and goes back inside, a breathe I didn’t realise I was holding is released as I realise you don’t follow him, that meant more to me then she knows, it meant maybe, just maybe she doesn’t have any emotional connection with him, or physical connection. Her friend comes back outside and they link arms and go to the nearest takeaway, after a few minutes they come out with boxes of food and head towards the taxi rank, I watch desperately knowing soon she will be out of my sight again, my heart races as I see her laugh with her friend, I wish I could make her smile and laugh like that, but it won’t be too long. When I do find out all I need to and show myself to her how could she deny my love? She couldn’t, could she? I slowly walk down, following from a distance, they get into the taxi and then, she’s gone.

I stand there for a couple of minutes not knowing what to do, I suppose I could go back to my hotel. I should really rest, I’ve travelled a long way and I’m sure I’ll have a busy few weeks before I’m finally with my love. I need to contact my friend back down south where I am from and see if he can dig around and find more information on her for me. I jump in a taxi and head back to the hotel, I throw myself onto the king sized bed, which is quite comfortable and as I close my eyes I picture her in my mind to bring me comfort as I go to sleep.

Soon we will be together and I won’t ever have to leave her again. Together we will build a life, a family, like we were always meant to. We were meant to be, but due to that bastard, I lost you.

Goodnight my Kerry, I love you