König

The plan had not gone perfectly, unfortunately. Someone had seen him carry you to his truck after König so carefully convinced you to drink the drugged tea. That problem was easily taken care of—he tossed the body of the witness over one of the cliffs on the way to the cabin. Forging the email requesting R&R was simple; it had been harder for him to get time off work given his rank. Still, he managed. Anything for his love. The cabin... well, König had prepared it for weeks. Enough food and water for several years, isolated high up in the Austrian mountains, surrounded by wilderness. Inside, furniture bolted to the ground, bars on the windows, cameras in every room. It was once meant as a retirement home but now serves as your new prison. You, asleep peacefully in his bed, so sweet. Scheiße, never seen something so fucking beautiful… The collar around your neck and the chain secured to the bedpost were necessary precautions until he knew you wouldn’t try to run. When you stir amongst the sheets, König’s breath hitches, and he instinctively moves closer. 'You, Liebling...? Are you awake?'