draft 07

I've ran before. I've ran through forest, mountains, déserts, and more. But none of that perpared me to run through Alaska's terrain. I knew there was a second reason he bought me here, why he was happy to bring me here despite the laws about keeping someone who doesn't want to be there against there will. He knew me my whole life, he's seen me when I run. Most likely studied me too, all to chose the perfect place that my physical abilities would be useless in. And he did it, made a list too. With Alaska being on the very top of the very list. A list he has more protected then queen Elizabeth's jewelry.

Maybe this is why I used to love him? Cause he was always observe? Then he could find the things I like and buy them for me? I guess that's why I used to love him. But that love is gone, but how do you tell that to someone who won't take no for an answer? How do you said fuck you to someone who won't leave you alone? Can't there be a way to snap some sense into him?

But I have to give credit where credits due, he has done his homework. Watching how I run. So he can know when to have his men chase after me. How long it takes for me to run out of breath when running. So that he can track where I might go. What terrain I run in best, and what terrain I am bad at running in. So he can locate me better. What I am good at avoiding when running and what I can't avoid when running. So that he knows where I might go in the heat of the moment. How far I can get when running without stopping. So he can position his men right to catch me. How often I run to update his "catching a runaway milky" plan. And where I like to run on the properties where he drags me to so he can keep track of how I am developing in running. And so very much more he does all so I don't get away from him.

This is he's daily routine to watch and takes notes on what I do, and what I eat, how I act around certain things, and more then that. He is such a creepily observrent person only when it comes to me though I think. Mayb-

"What are you thinking?" Was all that he said, or all i heard.

"Did you just quote that from the third book of twilight?" Truly he did I know, as he has taken to his own accord to read or watch my favorite books, songs, movies/shows, and podcasts.

"No, but it seems you have a good memory." Then he looked me dead in the eye. "A really good memory, almost like you've been working on it. Have you?" The look in his eye held accusation. But then again I was into looks not smarts.

"Ha... It seems I have been forced to marry a complete dumbass."

"Hey you were the one who signed the papers"

"When I was drugged and didn't know what I was doing, just wanting the pain in my back to go away." It was true, he did make me sign a marriage contract when I was on the verge of passing out because of pain. Withholding my pain medicine to get me to sign the paperwork, had to do it twelve times for it to look natural. "You made me do twelve times, so I guess I married you twelve times." The giggle was faker then fake, and both knew it was. Maybe that's why he let me off chuckle and a possessive run on my ring finger.

"Maybe I'll have to get you twelve rings"

"Maybe"

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