His smile couldn’t have been sweeter as she spilled the news. Granted it was faux and she would know. But it was just to simply show he wasn’t going to strike her over it. In fact he seemed to have to opposite reaction entirely. Reaching down he grasped her wrist and simply pulled her onto the bed with him, sitting her on his lap. “Now pet,” He began in soft tones. “This is good news. Were you afraid that I was going to hurt you. I would never over something like this.” It was a bold faced lie. He had killed girls over this very thing before. But she was different in a way. The others had been delusional messes by this point.
While she was broken, it was beautiful kind of broken. She wasn’t mad. She just simply knew her place and had heavy Stockholm syndrome. She was perfect and would continue to be if he played his cards right. Which he had so far, so why stop now? “You have earned your place with me sweetling. It would be such a waste to just dispose of you. So just relax. I’ll take care of everything...and you. Make sure you get the help you need to take care of our little one.”
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