His prisoner stood up with a wide smile of contentment on her face, carrying the book and her colour pencils set with pride. Frederick wanted to grab a hold of her wrist and nudge her to sit down but he resisted.
Instead, the villain tailed behind her all the way to their room. He leaned against the frame of their connected door and witnessed her sweet obsession with the new toys. Oh, how could he not smile?
Because in one of the wardrobes, there was a compartment where she kept all of her treasured items. Her ultrasound images were nicely placed in a sloppy but cute handmade frame she created out of coloured papers he had gifted her, her pregnancy countdown was neatly compiled and bound into a book, a strip of her washed cyan evening gown she wore the night he murdered her abusive family was stapled amateurish to the thick notebook of her scribblings.
