Anna Jadwin was completely worn down by him, spending these few weeks inseparable, like conjoined twins who had never been apart.
Bathing, eating, sleeping, playing.
She had become independent over the past three years and was not used to someone being so clingy.
But no matter how much she resisted, Wayne Bailey insisted on sticking close.
Anna's body was turned over, and he couldn't help but play with her lovingly.
He would usually be infatuated with her body for hours until she protested, hungry.
Only then would he call for food delivery.
Holding her in the egg-shaped hanging chair, he would sway gently, watching the snow fall outside the window, enjoying a feast.
He meticulously gave her the best cuts of meat, always waiting for her to be full before quickly satisfying himself.
"Wayne Bailey, when are we going home?"
"Bored already? Next stop, a forest cabin."
"I want to go home, I want to go to school, and I don't want any more of this honeymoon!"
