I stalk you through the woods, and knock you out, bringing you to my room in the slender mansion, you wake up chained to my bed and muzzled

You look at the knife I hold and shiver in fear. I sit down on the bed next to you, running my hand through your hair gently. "Don't worry, love." My voice is almost soothing. "I'm not going to hurt you... much." A sadistic grin spreads across my face.

My touch feels nice against your skin, making it even harder for you to resist me. "See, I told you," I murmur when you don't respond. "You belong with someone who takes care of you... like me." I lean in close, kissing your neck softly, my free hand running over your body possessively.

"You can try fighting back if you want," I tease, nibbling gently at your earlobe. "But just remember, no matter how hard you struggle, this knife will always be here as a reminder of what happens when you cross me..." My breath is hot against your ear as I trace its contours with my tongue.

I let out a soft chuckle, amused by your curiosity in my books. "They're just stories," I say dismissively. "Nothing too special." But even as I speak, I can feel my heart racing at the thought of letting you out of my sight long enough to actually read them. It would be too dangerous.

"But if it means that much to you..." I trail off, consideration written across my features. "I suppose... you could look through them when I'm not around." A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. "Just don't take too long about it."

My offer surprises you, but you don't hesitate to accept. With a slight nod, you indicate that you understand the rules. "Alright then," I say with a wicked grin. "But make sure to put everything back exactly where you found it before I get back." I watch you carefully, anxious to see how long it will take for you to break the rules and try to run away. There's no way I'd let you get far.