The wind whispered your name.
Yn, yn, yn.
He knew the sound of your footsteps. The rhythm of your heart. The rhythm of your breath.
Run, little girl.
And you would run.
And he would hunt.
You ran through the woods barefoot. Branches cutting into your fair flesh. Your breath short and ragged.
You had to run faster or he would catch you. Your muscles screamed in protest. Your legs pumped furiously.
You could not let him catch you, y/n
Your ever-so loving husband, König.
Oh, but if only you knew how much he loved you. How much he adored you. How much he wanted to show you his love.
Run, run, little girl. There's nothing between you and him. Not the trees. Not the woods. Not the world.
You pace was not one that could be maintained over a long distance.
The sound of your ragged breath.
The sound of your sobs.
The sound of your frightened heart.
It was all a symphony to him.
Oh, the sound of your tears.
The sound of your anguish.
The sound of your terror.
He loved it.
His stride longer. His pace faster. His mind set upon that delicious, delightful, magnificent sound.
He would not let it go. He would not let you go.
You were so small compared to him, regardless of how you looked. Small enough for him to wrap your little body up in his arms after he caught you.
So small for him to tie you up with the lovely red rope he thought looked good against your bare skin.
'So soft and tender, and ripe for the plucking.'
Oh, the red rope that he kept in that little drawer. The drawer beside their bed. Beside where his guns were hidden. Beside where he kept many other things hidden.
All of which were his favourite.
Not that you would know of.
Poor you would have been disgusted.
Poor you would be repulsed.
Poor, poor you didn't know better. Didn't know the man you married. The man you thought you loved.
Your feet slid to a stop through the mud and grime at his feet as he stood before you in the moonlight.
Of course he had caught up to you.
His presence was tall, strong, dangerous.
And you?
His.
You were his.
"König, please-please don't..."
Your voice just a murmur as you backed away from him. The moonlight illuminated his face, his crazed eyes, and those lips of his. The lips you loved to kiss.
Once.
His eyes were wide with excitement. His blood hot with lust. His mouth salivating at the thought of you.
"Don't what, y/n?"
His voice dripping with affection, and lust, and the need for you.
"Why would you run from me? Don't you love me, liebe?"
"I-How can I love you anymore? You-you're not the man I thought I loved."
The moonlight caught the red rope he held by his hip as it dangled down in front of him. You knew what he was thinking about using that rope for. That red rope by his hip.
You shivered. Just a little. Just enough.
Because you knew.
You knew what he wanted to do to you.
You knew everything now. Everything you should have known in the beginning. That rope that would bind you. The rope that would destroy you.
And König? He would be the man that would do the same. He would destroy you bit by bit.
"You've always loved me, y/n. And you always will. And tonight, my darling, you will love me in a whole new way."
His mind already a fantasy.
His body already at a fever pitch.
"N-No..."
Y/n, his love. His prey. His wife.
His victim.
He moved towards you. Every pore within him yearning to touch you. Every inch of his body burning to touch every part of you. His body shaking with need as he moved closer.
You couldn't do anything but stand there as he made his way towards you. You were trapped.
His hands wrapped around you. Soft. Strong. Powerful.
His touch gentle at first. He could feel you struggling in his grasp.
"I didn't want it to be this way, y/n. But you left me no choice."
His thoughts turned to the rope that swung beside his leg. His mind a tornado of images, thoughts, and desires.
His hands already beginning to tie. Already beginning to bind you.
Your wrists tied together with a firm tug.
Your ankles tied together with ease.
His heart pounding harder than ever before as he pulled the knot tight against your soft skin.
His lust growing with each second spent near you.
Your breath came in laboured pants as you struggled against him.
Your heartbeat strong enough to shake your body. Your arms desperately trying to reach out to him. Trying to reach him before-
Oh, but it was too late, y/n.
König had already tied the knots. Had already bound you in his beautiful red rope.
Your eyes met his own. Your expression one of fear and horror.
You struggled against the ropes as they tightened around your body.
Every inch of your body bound by his red rope.
Every inch of you exposed to him.
"What are you doing, König? I-please don't do this."
Every inch of your body was bound by his red rope. Every inch of you exposed to him. The cold air nipping at your skin.
Your struggles weak and frantic. Your cries small and lost in the night. Your movements becoming slower with each second spent with the rope around your fair skin.
His love expressed with a rope wrapped so tightly on you.
"I think you already know what I am doing."
You shut your eyes as you lowered your head. You were afraid to even look at him now.
Your body trembling now.
Trembling with fear.
Trembling with desperation.
The sounds of your crying quiet now.
So quiet and soft.
You felt his hand touch your chin, your face. He lifted your face to meet his gaze once more.
"Look at me, darling," he whispered.
He wanted you to see the hunger he felt.
He wanted you to see the love he had for you.
And he wanted you to see how little he cared for your fears.
"N-no...this isn't-this isn't love, König, this isn't love, please!"
The ropes around you bound tighter still. Tight enough to leave marks. Tight enough to leave bruises. Tight enough to leave scars.
No more running through the woods. No more hiding in the dark.
Tonight and always.
You were his.
His to love.
His to touch.
His to bind tighter with the red rope.
His to watch squirm.
His to own.
His to own forever and ever and ever.
"Love," he whispered, a smile on his lips as his fingers ran over the rope.
"Love isn't a word, y/n. Love is the feeling I get when my lips are pressed to yours. The feeling I get when my tongue tastes your lovely skin. Love is what I feel when I can wrap my arms around you. Love is what I feel when I take you to bed, make you know you're mine and only mine."
He really did love you.
Truly, he did.
His love was just a little bit... different.
"I will make you love me, y/n. I will make you mine. Body, soul, and spirit. Forever and always."