After disposing of my vehicle and renting a black Mercury Marauder sedan, I retrace my steps back to the abandoned trailer in a backwoods trailer park.

I need to get us across state lines. It'll be harder to find her if the cops don't know where she is. I squeeze the wheel tightly as my stress builds, knowing my queen will be waking soon.

She will be scared waking up without me. My chest tightens at the very idea.

"Don't worry my queen, I'm coming for you."

An hour later as I pull into the gravel driveway, I know something is wrong. It's too still, too quiet. I slip out of my new car silently or silently as one can with gravel underfoot and approach the trailer. Opening the unlocked screen door, I cautiously make my way to the bedroom where my bride should be resting. I stop, my body tensing with adrenaline as I take in the empty room.

"No..."

I fall to my knees as fear and rage consume me.

"No!"

My scream echoes through the thin walls. No. I will not let this happen. My queen will have to learn not to run away from me.

I know it's because she woke up scared and alone, but she'll still need to be... Punished. I stand to my full height and stalk outside towards my car.

Let the hunt begin.