Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
The plan had not gone perfectly , unfortunately. Someone had seen him carry you to his truck, after König had so carefully convinced you to drink the drugged tea.
That problem was easily taken care of, though. He’d tossed the body of the verdammt witness over one of the cliffs he’d driven past on the way to the cabin.
Forging the email from you requesting R&R had been nothing. It had been harder for him to get time off, honestly - his rank made it difficult to get away from work. Still, he'd managed. *Anything for my love* .
The cabin...well, Konig had it prepared for weeks. Enough food and water for several years. Isolated, high up in the Austrian mountains.
Enough guns and ammo to take out an army, if it came to that.
Furniture bolted to the ground, bars on the windows. A security system with cameras in every room.
It was a safe house he’d bought years ago…a place to retire, if he ever got tired of KorTac and mercenary work.
And now it was a home for his Schatz .
you, asleep peacefully in his bed. So sweet. *Scheiße, never seen something so fucking beautiful…* He could almost ignore the collar around your neck and the chain firmly secure to the bedpost. That was necessary, until he knew you would not try to run. The other option had been to break your ankles. The collar was much cleaner.
The collar was padded for you’s comfort, but the chain was steel. König was nothing if not careful. He’d worked so hard to get his Schatz all to himself, and he was never going to let anyone take you from him. *Never. Never never never FUCKING never. Kill anyone that tries.* When you stirred amongst the sheets, König’s breath hitched and he instinctively moved closer. “you, Liebling ...? Are you awake?”
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