He drove an hour before he came to a stop at a motel that looked busy.No one would expect him to stay here.He told Anastasia to wait in the car, as he went and paid for a room.He gave a fake name and paid cash.There were no questions, as he didn’t raise any, not with his bruised knuckles.The man on the desk just wanted to get back to watching his television show.
Dmitriy walked back to the car, held the door open, and Anastasia climbed out.He took hold of her hand and walked toward the room he had taken.It was on the first floor, and he let them in.The curtains were already drawn, and it was getting late.
“I don’t understand why we’re here,” Anastasia said.
“I have no idea what is going on, and I can only assume my safe locations have been compromised.I’m not going to put you in any danger.We’ll rest here tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll figure something out.”
“You know, if you had killed me, you probably would be able to just run away and live your life.”
“Running away is not an option.”He never ran away, not from his parents, not from anything.
“Take a shower.I’m going to go and get food, and do not answer the door to anyone.”With that, he closed the door and left the motel room.
He should have killed her.It should have been easy for him to do.Just one bullet to the back of the head, or slitting her throat, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.He didn’t want to hurt her.In all his years, Dmitriy had never felt this way for anyone.
Running fingers through his hair, he got into the car and drove for ten minutes until he found a drive-thru.He ordered them plenty of food, kept a smile on his face for the woman serving him, which wouldn’t allow any questions or suspicions to be raised, and when she was finished serving him, he told her to have a good day.
He made his way back to the motel, grabbed all the food, and let himself into the apartment.At the same time, Anastasia stepped out of the bathroom.Her hair was damp, and she had a towel within her grip, drying it by scrunching it up in her fist.She had a single towel wrapped around her body, but he saw a lot more of her flesh on display, and he found it impossible to ignore.She was almost naked.
“The shower is free, and I didn’t use up all the hot water,” she said.
“I’ll take a quick shower.”He moved past her with speed.He didn’t want to spend any more time looking at her.
He had to get control of his erection.After what she had just seen, Anastasia didn’t need to deal with an aroused man as well.He wasn’t that much of a fucking monster.
“There’s food, enjoy it,” he said, and slammed the door.This was not Anastasia’s fault.She didn’t know how he felt.That he had been obsessed with her since she had turned eighteen.That she was nothing like any other woman he had seen or known.She was different.
Stripping out of his clothes, he turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray.His cock was rock-hard, and he couldn’t get the sight of her out of his mind.Her smooth shoulders exposed, slightly glistening from the shower she had taken.She had been here moments before, and he was pretty sure he could smell her.He had to get some level of control.This was fucking shit.
Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he closed his eyes, and it was all Anastasia playing through his mind.Her smile.The laughter he had heard from time to time.Then of course, the way she looked moments ago, and that was all it took to send him right over the edge, and he grunted as he spilled his seed into the bathtub.
He couldn’t recall the last time he was with a woman.It had been so long ago, possibly even the night before he had seen Anastasia for the first time.That one look at the party was enough for him to never want anyone else.
There had been a few moments where he had tried with other women, but none of them appealed to him.They meant nothing.
He stopped trying and accepted there was only one woman for him, and that woman was Anastasia.
****
Burgers and fries.Not the healthiest food, but when you were starving it was the best kind of food.
Anastasia didn’t have any clean clothes to get changed into, and it didn’t feel right changing into the old stinking clothes she had.They hadn’t changed when they had a little pit stop at his underground-looking fortress.He had wanted to leave, and she refused to stay.They had run from his cabin, and the clothes needed a wash.She sat on the edge of the bed and kept waiting for the panic to set in.
Nothing happened.Not even a small panic attack.
She had seen him kill three people, in the same house he had probably killed her family, and she didn’t feel anything.Her brothers had all said she was weird and wasn’t wired right.
She couldn’t handle horror movies.The scary paranormal just messed with her head, and she couldn’t help being a believer, so it felt like that scary shit could happen.Gory films with blood, guts, and gore didn’t bother her, unless it had to do with animals.She did not like to hear or see anything on animal abuse.That stuff was sick and twisted.Humans were different, though.Maybe she did have a messed-up brain, because she truly believed some people were cruel.
Shaking her head and pushing it out of her mind, she bit down on the burger.It tasted so good and was still so warm.
She heard a grunt coming from the bathroom, and she turned to look toward the door just as Dmitriy opened it.He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his body on display.His heavily muscled, heavily inked body.She had never seen a naked man in person, or even a semi-naked man in person.This was very new.
She felt her mouth dry up as Dmitriy rounded the bed and sat on the one opposite her.He had gotten them a single room with two beds, which made sense.They were not lovers, they had no reason to share a bed.
She tried not to look at him.He had the towel opened and was now showing his thick thigh.
“Does it hurt getting a tattoo?”she asked.
