He really had not meant to do it. He really hadn't, but she had forced his hand. If only she had not resisted, had complied and obeyed, this could have been avoided.

Maybe.

One thing he had to admit, she was the best so far. He had enjoyed the chase and more than that she was, oh so trusting. She gave away those pretty smiles so easily.

She would struggle, try to claw his eyes out, one hell of a spitfire she was. He had let out a hearty laugh, for the first time in years, might I add, when she tried to escape.

She had thought that she could run from him.

From him!

Could you even imagine that?

See? The little minx was able to make him smile, even now. He loved to see that crazed look in her eyes, it mirrored his own. They had met at a parking lot and he of course didn't hesitate to help her with her car like the good samaritan, that he was. She used to think she had a boyfriend at that time.

Well, you can bet, he was quick to quash that little delusion of her. You see, she was prone to delusions like this, she would see and talk about things that weren't real.

For example, she would sometimes yell obscenities at him and call him a monster. Even though he was not a big fan of cursing, he did not mind. Not one bit. She was his little daisy after all. His dear little flower. Naive and sheltered all her life, what would she know about monsters.

No, he was no monster.

He was her saviour. And of the ones who would come after her.

Pity, she would not live long enough to watch him save other pretty daisies like her.

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