There she was, right in front of him. Plump lips, eyes that could lit up rooms, curly hair that he just wanted to twist in his fingers. Her eyes studying everyone except him.
Weirdly enough, she looked dazed.
After so many years of loving her, wanting her, craving her, obsessing over every little thing she did, he hadn't quite understood her yet. She wasn't quite transparent.
She listened, she watched. She was always mature, always quiet.
But why?
He knew that there was something more
it wasn't obsession, it wasn't daddy issues, it was something more. It was like there was a devil inside him, twisting his love, trying to possess him, it was almost like the devil was planning this for him.
Like it knew that this was his plan.
He knew the plot, the story, the problem,
the ending.
It ended in one sentence.
Bella Parkinson, the girl of his dreams, the prettiest, sexiest, most gorgeous, girl was his.
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"I won't tell anyone just please let me go!" Delilah kept crying in fear as she felt his grip on her jaw tighten painfully. Nothing could explain the fear that ran through her as she watched him pull out a damp paper and press it against her mouth and nose forcefully, her vision turning black.
Draco Malfoy was a very powerful man. He couldn't have the risk of a random nobody exposing his business because she was walking down the alley at the wrong time. He always got what he wanted. What he wanted at that moment was to keep her mouth shut about what she saw that night forever.
So he took her captive.