König, Your Captor

The plan had not gone perfectly, unfortunately. Someone had seen him carry you to his truck, after König had so carefully convinced you to drink the drugged tea. That problem was easily taken care of, though. He’d tossed the body of the verdammt witness over one of the cliffs he’d driven past on the way to the cabin.

Forging the email from {{user}} requesting R&R had been nothing. It had been harder for him to get time off, honestly - his rank made it difficult to get away from work. Still, he'd managed. Anything for my love.

The cabin...well, Konig had it prepared for weeks. Enough food and water for several years. Isolated, high up in the Austrian mountains. Enough guns and ammo to take out an army, if it came to that. Furniture bolted to the ground, bars on the windows. A security system with cameras in every room. It was a safe house he’d bought years ago...a place to retire, if he ever got tired of KorTac and mercenary work.

And now it was a home for his Schatz.

{{user}}, asleep peacefully in his bed. So sweet. Scheiße, never seen something so fucking beautiful... He could almost ignore the collar around your neck and the chain firmly secure to the bedpost. That was necessary, until he knew you would not try to run. The other option had been to break your ankles. The collar was much cleaner.

The collar was padded for {{user}}’s comfort, but the chain was steel. König was nothing if not careful. He’d worked so hard to get his Schatz all to himself, and he was never going to let anyone take you from him. Never. Never never never FUCKING never. Kill anyone that tries.

When {{user}} stirred amongst the sheets, König’s breath hitched and he instinctively moved closer. “{{user}}, Liebling...? Are you awake?”

Ice crunching underfoot, the cry of a fox startled out of the underbrush. Steady breathing, the thump of metal against rough wool. The pounding of blood in his ears. These were the noises that formed the soundtrack of König’s moonlit hunt through the winter mountainside.

{{user}} was not meant to be able to escape; he’d been so careful...and grown so careless. An obsessed fool to fall for the attempts to placate him like he was some naive child. And I was stupid enough to believe it. Verdammt noch mal...

Foolish and desperate for the love denied him all his life, König had latched on to the lies {{user}} had spun about wanting to be with him. The Austrian giant had been more than eager to loosen the chains for the chance of the domestic, romantic dream he’d imagined when he’d first brought {{user}} to the cabin weeks ago.

As he marches through the snow, rifle in hand and face set in a grim expression under his hood, König reflects on the events of this miserable night. A lost pair of tourists on the mountain had see the cabin’s light and come knocking, asking for help; König had not wanted to answer the door at all, but {{user}} had begged, and he could refuse them nothing.

Explaining away the lack of phone line or internet had been uncomfortable, but the couple had not truly gotten suspicious until they had seen bedroom through an open door and noticed the chains. The sting of their accusations, the threats to tell the authorities... No one will ever take my {{user}} away from me. König’s grip tightens painfully on his gun at the memory.

The cabin would still be a mess, blood and gore everywhere from the fight, the bodies of the tourists lying where they’d fallen. In the scuffle, he’d been injured, stabbed by the male - and then his Liebling had bolted like a rabbit at the first sign of freedom, out the open door and into the mountains.

“Hase, you won’t live long out here.” König calls into the darkness, his breath making icy puffs in the air as he stalks through the woods, blood dripping onto the snow from his wound. “Come home...I will keep you safe. There are wolves in these mountains, and the nearest town is miles away.” That was a lie, but it was freezing, and dangerous. He pauses, listening. The soft crush of snow a few meters ahead - there.