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I had to pull some strings to be able to leave the state, thanks to one of the best defense lawyers Seattle could offer me, but she was worth every single penny. Finding Emma would forever be the highlight of my existence.

And I’d rather be dead than see her with anyone but me.

Her questioning glance ripped me from my reverie, “Sorry,” I rubbed a hand on the back of my neck, easing the tension, “I left to find you my sweet Emma.”

That wasn’t a lie.

Blush crept across her face, her features softening into the most angelic grin, “You’re too sweet to me babe,” she said as she kissed me gently. The pet name dripped off her lips playing in my head.

I loved her.

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The rest of the evening was as beautiful as my Emma. I ordered her favorite Thai place and spent the rest of the evening watching her favorite comfort shows before slipping my cock back into her primed pussy.

Emma sparked passion in me that quickly turned my heart into an inferno, burning for her alone. Nothing and no one would stop the blaze. Nothing was ever going to keep me from her.

Not God himself.

She fell into a deep sleep after milking my cock. The bed sheets were tangled around her naked body as she sighed softly in her sleep. I snapped a picture of her, wanting to remember her, bruised and fucked by me.

Creeping over to the den, I printed out the picture of her and marveled at the sight. Making sure she hadn’t woken up, I got the key out of the desk drawer and made my way to the study. The latch clicked, unlocking. The door opened with a small creek.

I held my breath listening for signs of her, before shutting myself in. I turned on the desk lamp and admired my collage. Hundreds of photos of Emma now took refuge on the wall, her smiling face greeting me warmly. She didn’t realize I had taken these photos. She didn’t even know I was there. Only a handful of them were from her social media accounts, I wanted the real her, not what she posted for the world to see.

I’d watched Emma for a year before interacting with her. I loved her from afar, as she dated that dumbass Nate. I was close to killing him before he fucked a classmate in one of the bathrooms, effectively ruining him and Emma’s relationship. He didn't realize that he saved his own life by stuffing his cock into another bitch.

I carefully pinned the new photo of Emma to the wall, just over the headline Duquesne and Jefferson succeeded. Judgment for Defendant Chase Lowe. Clearing down all the other photos I’d kept of old toys, I was ready to cleanse myself of them becoming irrevocably and wholly hers. These women no longer meant a thing to me.

Not when I had my sweet kitten.

I turned, ready to burn the pile of old photos in my hand, when I was met with the beautiful wide eyed stare.

“What,” she stuttered, clutching the bed sheet around her delicate body, “what is all of this Chase.”

Her skin was pale as she frantically took in the wall behind me. I was frozen in time, feeling that inferno being extinguished with every horrified look she gave the articles.

“Emma,” I lurched towards her, gripping her arms feeling my own pulse thrum under my thumb, “you don’t understand. I did it all for you!” I shook her with my words as tears fell down her face.

“No! Chase let me go,” she thrashed in my grip. My fingers tore at her biceps as she wriggled free, the sheet falling slightly, exposing her breasts. She frantically tried to cover herself.

Emma wasn’t fucking leaving me.

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EMMA

Chase’s grip was relentless, the sheet fell around my ankles, my naked body brushing against his. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Pictures of me over the last year, with Anna, with Nate, walking alone, eating alone, outside of my apartment. Then there were the newspapers and pictures of other women that bared a striking resemblance to me. All of us with brown, shoulder length hair, fair skinned, mostly alone.

He preyed on us.

Stalker.

Professor Preys on College students.

Office Romance Gone Horribly Wrong.

Disappearance.

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