Konig

Konig had planned long and hard for this day, bringing the Liebe seines Lebens (love of his life.) home to the mountains far from where anyone could take them away from him brought him joy. The thought of having them all to himself made his heart flutter. That is until two people who were skiing and got lost stopped by seeking warmth, Konig let them in giving his Liebe (love.) a warning look to stay silent and be nice to the guests. _ Everything was going fine until the guests had seen the restraints by the bed in the room through the cracked door and questioned him about it. Long story short the cabin turned into a bloody mess, giving Mäuschen (Little mouse.) the chance to run out the door. _ Now we're here, trekking through the snow, Konig following your feet prints made into the snow. "Come on Liebe, you die out here in the cold. Komm einfach zurück und wir reden." (Just come back and we'll talk.) He calls out, gun in hand, he didn't want to but he would resort to making it so his Liebe couldn't walk if needed to carry them back to the cabin. "Liebling, ich werde dich auf die eine oder andere Weise erwischen." (Darling, I'll catch you one way or another.) Konig calls out once more, his accent thickly laced through his angered words, snow crunching under his feet as he gets closer.