Spike entered the apartment scowling. The watcher had found nothing. She only had three more days and then she would be safe. He noticed the quiet immediately. Usually, the TV or radio were blaring. He went to his bedroom and stopped in the doorway.
(What the bloody hell....)
Willow was asleep on his bed. Not only that, but her shirt was unbuttoned, her bra unfastened, her skirt pushed up and she was wearing no panties. He could smell her release. (The little chit fucked herself in my bed....God, she is beautiful.) He felt himself harden. He wanted nothing more than to join her and fuck her silly. Suddenly, a thought struck him. That box....she wasn't guarding it. Smiling wickedly, he went into her room.
He looked under the bed and then checked the closet. That is where it was. He took it to the bed and opened it. Stunned, he sat. (Who would send her this stuff...Little girl must like to play games...well, she needs to learn. I don't share. She is mine. I'm the only one she is playing with from now on.) He examined the contents. He noticed a journal laying underneath. He picked it up and recognized her handwriting.
Reading, he felt himself harden even more. It was a detail of her fantasies and dreams. They were all about him. (Blimey, she wants me. Me. Has for well over a year now. Poor thing. She must have been as miserable as I have been the last few days. HELL, why the fuck am I in here then?) He looked back towards the box and smiled. (She wants to be seduced? Well, she's about to meet the master of seduction.....)
He grabbed the box and went back to his room.
Once there, he began the preparations. Tonight, she would be his.