"Bitch?" He yelled as he walked up the hall. No answer. Adam frowned. How dare she not answer him? How dare she disobey him?! "Hey, bitch!" he yelled again. Still no reply. He was getting angry now. Oh, she would pay for this! "Get out here now!" he bellowed. Again, only silence greeted him.

Beyond furious now, Adam strode into the den. Once again, all the lights were off. Flicking the switches, he saw everything was meticulously clean and organised, just as he had left it. Not a thing was out of place. But that did not lessen his anger towards her. As soon as he called her, she was to be there, time of day or her condition be damned. But she still was not answering him. When he walked into the kitchen, it was the same thing. He had only allowed her to move some of her belongings into his home, only the bare necessities that she could not live without, and the rest was in storage. He didn't want her clogging up his space with her useless crap, after all. Finally, his fury causing his injured shoulder to throb painfully in time with his heartbeat, he stalked up the stairs to the bedroom. It didn't matter that he was in pain or that he felt no actual desire for his woman. He was going to fuck that bitch right now. She needed to be taught a lesson. Just as he walked into the bedroom, he stopped short in the doorway, his eyes narrowing in rage.

Every single thing of hers was gone. It would have taken no more than a few boxes to move because he had not allowed her to bring much over, but nevertheless it was a shock to see everything gone. He opened his wardrobe. None of her clothes were there. The drawer he so generously had given her to use, which he carefully checked every day, of course, making sure she had nothing she shouldn't have, was empty. He strode downstairs and back into the kitchen. As he thoroughly inspected his home, he discovered that nothing of Charlotte's remained in the whole house.

Now, he was angry. Truly, profoundly angry. Angry enough to kill even… maybe. Adam could feel his body practically vibrating with the pure, caustic rage flowing like acid through his veins. But he wasn't concerned about Charlotte. All that he cared about was how her absence affected him. Where the fuck was his cunt? How dare she move out without asking him for permission? He had not granted her permission to leave, much less to move. His mounting rage blinding him to consequences, he left his house, getting into his car and driving down the night-darkened streets. The hunt was on. He would find her, if it was the last thing he did.

…

It was the soft whooshing of the windshield wipers which woke Danielle from a light sleep in the back of the car. She rubbed her eyes, trying to focus.

"Well hello sleepy head," Charlotte's voice said from the front seat next. "You were out like a light for a while there."

Danielle stretched. "Sorry," she apologised. "I was just so tired."

"So you're apologising for what?" Joanne asked. "I'd be tired too after a day like that in court."

"Yeah!" Charlotte said. Danielle smiled weakly. "Where are we?"

"We'll be back in about 15 minutes," Joanne answered. Danielle whistled softly. She knew it was over an hour's drive between Smith's Grove and the courthouse, so she must've slept most of the way.

"You were out pretty much before we'd left the parking lot," Charlotte said, an unmistakable grin in her tone.

"Charlotte," Danielle said to her friend, leaning forward towards her. "I'm only going to ask this once, but I need to know. Are you ok? With the Judge's decision?"

"No, and not just because that one stupid close minded Juror, but…" Danielle heard her friend sigh softly. "Nor am I exactly thrilled about the fact that we need to trust the police again. They didn't help much last time did they? Although to be fair they did help me move away from him."

"You're in a protected safe house now, right?"

"Yes."

"Good!" Danielle said fervently. "I'd hate it if anything happened to you at the hands of that fucker again! To think we both liked him once."

Charlotte chuckled quietly. "Yeah. Tell me about it. But in answer to your question, I'm not happy about it, but I think the Judge meant what she said. Adam won't be allowed anywhere near either of us. I think she wasn't just saying that, she'll do all she can to enforce it. I think we can, and should trust her, Dan."

"Just…" Danielle laid her hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Be careful, please? This is Adam we're talking about."

Charlotte laid her hand atop her friends. "I will," she said softly, leaning over and kissing Danielle's cheek. "I promise. You too, D."

Danielle had a feeling Charlotte wasn't necessarily talking about Adam this time. But surely she wasn't talking about Michael? Danielle liked, even trusted the serial killer. She didn't believe she was in danger from him at all. But as she nodded to her friend anyway, she had no idea she would find out exactly what Charlotte meant the very next day.

"I'm coming back with you for a reason," Charlotte continued. "I'll stay with you for dinner tonight. Doctors have said that I can." Danielle smiled. That thought cheered her up immensely. "But I'm also going to see one of the DV Advisor's working at Smith's Grove, they've offered to help me. Did you say something, Miss. Hayward?"

Danielle couldn't help smirking. "I've no idea what you're talking about!" She said in mock mortification. "How could you even think that of me?" Then she leant forward again and hugged Charlotte as tightly as she could. "Of course I said something," she said softly into her friend's ear.

…

"No problem Mr. and Mrs. Avery, thank you for your help. I was just looking for Charlotte, I'm just worried about her that's all."

Adam nodded to Charlotte's parents as he got back into his car, flinching slightly as his shoulder throbbed in protest. That fucking bitch of a guard. He couldn't drive around much more tonight; he desperately needed painkillers. But he had learned one thing. His bitch wasn't at their house. He'd made sure to charm her mother and father so they wouldn't believe a word, if Charlotte told them the truth. Not Danielle, Charlotte was no longer in touch with her on his orders. Good. He didn't want them telling people the truth. Not again. Even when they'd tried this time it hadn't worked. He laughed to himself. 11 to 1. He couldn't lie though; it'd been very close and he'd have to be very careful. Why the fuck wouldn't they just make it a law that men could control women? What else were they on this planet for? They had cunts, were good for fucking that was all. Men made the important decisions; men were the ones in charge. Women were supposed to just do as they are told by men. Not that he was religious, but didn't God create man first? Even the bible said women were supposed to obey men! At least God had had the right idea! Ok so maybe not as strictly as Adam wanted it, but still… Not that he cared. He was going to control any woman he could. They were second class and that's what they were there for, to do men's bidding. So with him, that was what they would do. Cook, get fucked, and obey his every whim.

…

Dave Avery turned to Emma, his wife, as soon as the door closed. "Abusive little shit," he growled. "He treats Charlotte and treated Danielle like crap. Worried about her, my ass!"

Emma nodded. The police had told them where she was, in a safe house for women fleeing Domestic Violence. Only they could visit her and not in the house part itself, but rather one of the visiting rooms.

"11 to fucking 1?" Emma snarled. "That stupid woman! All because of her son. I hope she faces a harsh stint behind bars for that."

Judging by her Judge Spinner's reaction," Dave handed her a cup of tea as she sank into the sofa. He sat beside her, putting an arm around his wife's shoulders. "She will. I think she's just as angry as we are. Not to mention the Bailiff called me an hour ago just after we got home. She's facing years by all accounts. He didn't go into specifics, but it'll be a while before she sees the light of day again."

"Poor Danielle," Emma said, now wiping away tears. "That poor woman's been through hell because of Dawson. He's already trying to breach his conditions by looking for our dear Charlotte!"

"He thinks that because they're not on paper yet and he hasn't been served them that he can breach them," Dave said in disgust. "I'm going to call the police now and tell them he was here looking for her. I don't even want to talk to that abusive prick."

"I'm surprised you didn't punch him in the face," Emma said truthfully. "Yourself control's better than mine love."

"I'm not going to prison for him," Dave said. "That's the only reason I didn't. I really, really wanted to, believe me babe. The little shit." He picked up his phone. "Police, please,"

…

Adam's temper was rising as he started driving home. He had to. He couldn't drive anymore tonight. His shoulder was killing him, which was making him angrier. He knew as much as it infuriated him that he couldn't do anymore tonight. His rage had stopped him from thinking of his shoulder momentarily, but now, Jesus Christ it hurt! He'd have to go home and get some damn strong meds, maybe even illegal drugs, down them to dull the pain while he considered and planned his next move against those bitches. It was all very well Judge Spinner saying he'd be immediately arrested if he's seen near either woman, she'd have to prove it first. But where the fuck was Charlotte? Not at her apartment, his place, nor at her parent's house. If they knew the truth they weren't showing it, which made him strongly suspect they didn't. Good. So they either didn't believe their daughter or she hadn't told them. Probably too afraid of him to do so. That as far as he was concerned was just fine. He liked women fearing him. It made his cock hard. Just thinking about it did in fact. It was now.

It was then that he saw the flashing blue and red lights behind him. He glanced out. A police car. Fuck. Were they out looking for him? Why would Charlotte's parents have called them? They didn't know the truth. Unless they'd been in that fucking public gallery today and throughout the trial. Of course they fucking would've been! That bitch was their little princess, he sneered at that thought. Adam swore. He hadn't been able to see the gallery from the dock. The police car did indeed seem to be following him, so willing his hands not to shake on the wheel, he continued homeward. He'd told her parents he was looking for her as he was worried, convinced they didn't know the truth. Shit. Naïve Dawson, he cursed. Stupidly naïve. Of course they would. Charlotte would've told them; cunt wouldn't have been able to keep her mouth shut once he was safely locked up. Women never did. The blue and red lights were almost blinding by this point. It was their word against his, he reminded himself. They hadn't recorded him saying he was looking for Charlotte, so there was no proof. Why the fuck had he gone to her parent's house? Anger, he thought. Control it Adam. If she's there, you can't easily get to her. Be careful! But I will get her for this, he thought savagely. Just you wait bitch.

As he reached his house, the police car stopped. Yep, the pigs were indeed after him. Fuck. Adam got out and strolled towards his front door. Fucking Charlotte's parents. Why had they called the pigs? Bad! He wouldn't make that mistake again! Did he want to go to prison? No women in there to fuck and control.

"Just a moment Sir," one of the officers called. Gritting his teeth, Adam stopped. "Where have you been tonight?"

"Just out for a drive," Adam said smoothly. "Needed it to stretch my legs."

"Were you out looking for anyone?"

Shit, they knew. He would kill them for this. How fucking dare they! Then there was the question of how much they know? Adam felt his pulse speeding up, but forced his voice to remain casual, calm, unbothered. "No. Why?"

"Not a young lady named Charlotte Avery?" Ok then, Adam thought. Just come out and say that you stupid idiot. Stop fucking around. "No," he repeated. "Not Charlotte Avery."

"So why did we receive a call from her parents stating you were? You know we can arrest for that? Just because you haven't been served the order yet Mr. Dawson, it still applies."

Arrogant little shit. "I don't know why they called you," Adam said. One of the officers sighed and produced what looked like a portable TV camera. Adam's heart sank. Fuck. They had him on CCTV at her parents' house? Shit, shit! "Just look at this for a moment would you Sir?" The officer asked "Sit in our car while you do so please?"

Fuck. They wanted him in the back of their car. Was he about to be arrested? The Judge had said he wasn't allowed anywhere near them, but he hadn't actually been near Charlotte, albeit he was looking for his cunt. So would that still mean… Again, he did as they asked him. Sure enough, Charlotte's parents had clearly installed CCTV because there he was, outside their house. Then, he heard his own voice. Fuck! They'd installed fucking audio as well! "I was just looking for Charlotte," he said. "I'm just worried about her."

"So what would you call that then Sir?" The officer asked, turning off the camera. "If not looking for Charlotte?"

Ok then. So if this pig wanted to be smart, so would he. "Need I remind you," he said. "The Judge stated that I couldn't be anywhere near them, not that I couldn't look for them. I wanted to know if she was ok, as I was worried about her. She wasn't at my house." Adam saw the 2 officers looking at each other and could almost hear their thoughts. Oh and why not? Because you're an abusive, controlling asshole and she couldn't wait to get away from you! Good for her! Adam's jaw clenched as did his fists, but he forced himself to calm down. He really would be arrested if he punched one of these pigs in the face, as tempting as that would be.

"I just want to know that she's ok," Adam said.

"This will be reported to Judge Spinner tonight, and I have no doubt your order will also be changed to include contacting them directly or indirectly. Charlotte's parents know what you've done to her and Danielle Mr. Dawson, she's told them. Just leave the poor women alone. They know you want to control and abuse them; you think you own them which you most certainly do not and we will not allow you to even get anywhere near them! Please go inside Mr. Dawson and if you drive anywhere tonight, we'll know."

Adam got out of the cop car, grinding his teeth. Fuckers. Although he had to admit he hadn't played it very smart tonight either. His anger at his bitch had made him go out looking for her and that had been reckless. He couldn't afford to make that mistake again. He'd have to find another way to hunt her down.

Heading back into his house, the cops drove off, Adam turned on his computer. He knew people who would hunt down his cunt for a price of course. He wanted to fuck her; it was his right! How fucking dare she? He'd make her sorry for this! Tapping in a few commands, he waited for the page to load. The Dark Web. How he loved it. He could also buy a woman for tonight on this page. Good. He needed a good fuck. But first… He clicked on the correct links for hunting people down and started his search. All too soon he was chatting to a professional surveillance expert in the criminal underworld. Charlotte and her parents wouldn't have a clue what was really happening. These guys knew how to spy on people and track them down in ways Adam could only admire. In the end, he decided to hire a professional surveyor to spy on and report Charlotte's every move back to him once they found her. The fee was huge, but that didn't concern Adam. He had enough money to cover it. He made a lot, doing odd jobs for people, plus when he had worked previously, and he still had most of it.

After making the transaction, a short while later he received a text message stating his surveyor was out looking for Charlotte and would report back when they found her. Adam didn't know their name; any reports would come through anonymously. But Adam didn't care. He didn't need the person's name, just for them to find his cunt as he'd paid for. He then decided fuck it. He wanted reports on Danielle as well. Once she got out of that nut house, she too was his to fuck. He owned her, she appeared to have forgotten that. He spoke to the surveyor, who said he would have to pay more if he wanted Danielle tracked and reported on. Fine, Adam thought. Paying the demanded extra $500. His anger grew. This was costing him a fortune. Fucking cunts would pay for this!

With a satisfied smirk, he went on to the sex links. He wasn't horny in the slightest, but he was damn well going to show at least one woman who was boss tonight. Every bitch he'd met today seemed to have forgotten this, from the Judge to that wannabe-a-man guard. All he needed now was a glass of wine, damn strong painkillers, a good meal and some pussy. The last 2 of which were just a few clicks away.