Her breathing came out in small gasps, so small and helpless on his bed. The house was ready; the closets filled, the fridge stocked, and the doors locked. She had been unconscious for the last few days, having suffered a severe head injury. Every once in a while, she'd flinch, another bad dream. Hopefully, the trauma to her skull had erased all the actual horrors from her mind. He wasn't that lucky.
Brushing her cheek, the figure spoke softly at first and then with a resounding declaration.
"Shh. You're safe. I rescued you. You won't remember me, but I'm your savior."
Enveloping her in blankets to keep out the cold, he felt an absolute sense of protectiveness come over him. She would be his new Fiona, but he would never let her go.
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Her Captor, Her Savior
Romance"He says he's protecting me. But from what- or who?" When Evelyn wakes up in a strange bed with a stranger standing over her, she finds herself with a severe case of memory loss. This man, claiming he's her "Savior," seems too protective. Locked ins...
