He watched her closely on a daily basis. A week went by before the worst tension seemed to leave her but still she wasn't ready to mingle with anybody yet. He understood and he could wait. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he would have her again and she would be worth the wait.

About three weeks and a bunch of different towns later, she finally agreed to go out with them again. He stayed near her that night, just taking in every vibe from her he could get. Her eyes were constantly roaming the first night and he knew it wasn't time just yet. A couple of more times out with them to make her see there was nothing to worry about and then she would be ready for him.

The second night out she seemed more at ease and she was even drinking a bit. He shouldn't mind her being drunk. It would only make it so much more easy for him. He just really wanted her sober so that she would remember every bit of what he was gonna do to her. He wanted to be burned into her brain forever.

Two nights and a town later and she was out with them for the fourth time. All tension seemed to have left her and he was ready. She would be his again soon enough. It was hard to keep the smile from appearing on his face when he thought about it.

He sat close to her, listening in on her conversation with Sasha.

"I can't believe I lost it," Jael said as she looked through her purse.
"Don't worry about it. Just go to the front desk once you're back at the hotel and they'll give you a new one," Sasha said.
"Yeah, but I have to pay for the one I lost, right?" Jael asked.
"Probably," Sasha answered.

Her key card was burning a hole in Seth's pocket. She hadn't lost it. He had stolen it earlier that evening when she was looking in the other direction. This time around he wasn't gonna barge in. He was gonna be there when she came back.

He finished his beer and left the bar. It was still early and she probably wouldn't be back for hours. That was alright. He could wait all night for her. In the end he would win. He would have her.

He stepped into the elevator and rode up to her floor. No one was there and he hurried to open the door and step inside her room. He took a deep breath. It all seemed to quiet now, like a calm before the storm. A grin appeared on his face as he thought about what was soon to come. He walked further into the room and reached up the remove the light bulb from the lamp in the ceiling. He wouldn't be able to be near the lightswitch this time around and he couldn't have her turning on the light and seeing him.

He stayed hidden in the darkness, just waiting for her to return. Around two hours later he heard the sound of the door opening. He leaned up against the wall and held his breath.

"What the..." She mumbled as the light didn't turn on.

He grinned to himself. She closed the door and walked into the room, heading towards the bed to turn on the table lamp on the nightstand. She never got to touch it.

She screamed as he grabbed her from behind and tackled her down on the bed. She knew instinctly it was the same man as the last time from the way he touched her. Like the last time she ended on her stomach with him on top of her. It didn't take many seconds before the knife was at her throat again and she heard that shushing sound leave his lips near her ear.

"Ssh..."

She went as quiet as she could although small sounds did leave her mouth as she started crying. He loved hearing that. Any sound coming from her that was caused by his actions was music to his ears.

He pushed himself further down her legs and removed the knife from her throat. It landed on her thigh a second later. Her entire body tensed up as he slowly ran the tip of the knife up her thigh, pushing the dress up along with it. She was frightened. He ran the knife all the way up and stopped as he reached between her legs. He let it stay there just for a few seconds to make his point clear so she wouldn't get any bright ideas. He then finally got off her legs, grabbed her panties and pulled them off her. He could have torn them to pieces like the last time but he wanted a souvenir this time around.

He tapped the knife between her legs, signaling for her to spread them. She did agonising slowly and he was almost about to burst. He bit his lip as he waited. He had waited this long. He could wait one more minute.

When he was finally satisfy at how far she had spread them, which really wasn't much but just enough, he placed himself between her legs. She heard the same sounds as the last time. The zipper and the foil. She grabbed on tight to the pillow, knowing what was to come. Two seconds later he pushed himself inside her.

She laid still and cried, just hoping he would be done soon. She could hear him breathing heavily close to her ear and it somehow just made it all feel so much worse. She didn't want him near her, she didn't want to feel him, and she sure as hell didn't want to hear him being aroused by what he did to her.

"Come here," he whispered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up on her knees.

He immetiately regretted opening his mouth and he could only hope she hadn't recognized his voice.

He held on tight to her hips as he thrust into her as hard as he could. She felt the knife in her side. He was still holding it in his hand while having a hold on her hips as well, making the knife stay there between his hand and her hip. She was scared that one of them might move the wrong way by accident and that the knife would slide into her side.

He heard her again. She wasn't screaming and she wasn't crying. She was whimpering. Whimpering in pain, whimpering in fear, whimpering from what he did to her and it turned him on like never before. One last rough thrust and he came. He knew then and there that no other woman would ever make him feel like she did and that he would never be able to leave her alone.

He pulled out of her, put his hand on her back and forced her back down on her stomach. He got up, fixed his pants and put her panties in his pocket. Whenever he felt lonely in the future and wouldn't be able to get to her, at least he would have these as a reminder.

He took a last look at her. Like the last time she just laid there broken and ashamed, not even trying to look at him, and he smirked out in the darkness. She was his, now and forever. He turned around and made his way out of her room.