April 5th, 2023
London, England
Klaus Jäger followed his lovely pursuit discreetly as she walked through the Imperial War Museum. Being careful to remain far enough behind her to not cause suspicion, he couldn't help but bitterly admire her hunger for knowledge, but it didn't overcome his desire to quench that fire residing within her. The woman's attention would rather be on the printed words of a damned book instead of on him.
Deep inside the recesses of his mind, he knew it was one of the things about Amelia Hunterson that drew him to her despite her relatively unremarkable appearance at first glance. She never made an embarrassment of herself to get his attention like other women had done to the point where he never remembered their faces or even hair color. Her tied-back blonde hair and glasses that framed her green eyes that gleamed with stubbornness only furthered his wanting to gain her favor.
It was always the ones that played hardest to get that made the sweetest prey...
At first, her repeated refusals to go out with him to dinner or accompany him to an exclusive family gala were charming in a beguiling way, but he grew to tire of her games as the months went on. At last, he found himself having to hunt her down every evening as the library closed, and she would try to evade being cornered by him...
But he always prided himself in being the best in obtaining what he wanted... He looked up her employment application and found her address and phone number. She evaded his constant calls on her days off from work and he figured she was smart enough to figure out it was him constantly blowing up her phone battery by calling her leading to his number being eventually blocked until he changed it. Amelia had also removed herself from what little social media she had until he finally had no choice but to take desperate measures...
Klaus stopped himself from delving too deeply into his darkened thoughts of possessiveness before he lost sight of her walking into the gift shop. Pulling his jacket hood over his head, he watched her as closely as possible while remaining by the shop window but still aiming to be inconspicuous.
He was low-key surprised at how none of the passersby noticed him following the girl, but what else did he expect with everyone being occupied with their mobile phones?
Klaus kept surveillance on his little Amelia, his future wife, looking around the shop and reading through a WWI history book, so engaged she was that she accidentally bumped into some other customers and received some glares in her direction.
How tempted he was to barge in there and drag her to the nearest unoccupied restroom and hold her against the wall and mark every inch of her body as his property.
She belonged to him, and she still refused to acknowledge such an irreversible fact. How he was tiring fast of her repeatedly turning him down and humiliating him and also taking a blow at his masculinity in the process.
Whether she accepted it or not, Amelia was HIS, regardless if she was willing to be or not!
She was now at the checkout desk, locking eyes with the girl assisting with her purchase of what seemed to be a ring of simple decoration. He peeked around the corner of the store window as he kept out of their sight as the announcement of the museum closing soon emanated through the air from the overhead speaker.
His little modest Amelia was never one to wear much jewelry, which still only served to puzzle him more when she bought the trinket and tried it on her small finger for it to fit perfectly as though it were manufactured specifically to fit her hand.
After her payment was completed, she smiled her pretty grin in politeness and mouthed her thanks to the clerk. She displayed such gratitude in her silence, and it thrilled him to make such an observation. It reminded him of when she would lie underneath him as he took her for himself, night after night, not bothering to resist him, knowing he could just hold her down and take everything she had.
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