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I looked at him my eyes frozen as I tried to call out for his sister to beg her not to leave me with him but nothing came out. The sound of the machine going haywire only brought back gruesome memories from yesterday as I felt every part of my body turn cold instead of trembling my body was immobile, fear taking over every inch of body.

I watched in terror as the doctor rushed in, insisting that I needed to calm down. The Viking man said nothing, just looked at the doctor, who reluctantly left with heavy concern in his eyes. A shred of hope clung to me, wishing for something to go wrong, for an escape, even if it meant my demise. But the desire to scream, to beg for help, clawed at my throat as the doctor exited. I wanted to scream bloody murder, for anyone within earshot to come to my aid, to save me from being left alone with him. Yet, I was frozen, my body refusing to respond. The machines around me intensified, and a creeping dizziness engulfed me, my heart racing faster with each passing second.

I rapidly blinked feeling the sticky warm liquid all over me as I screamed in agony in my head held by his ice cold eyes, he brought it all back, whimpers were the only sound that filled that room not made by the machine. My heart rate only quickened at the memories of not so long ago as my air ways seemed to be now constricted, my fists tightened against the sheets- the only movement I had been able to bring about ever since he entered the room. My own body seemed to be failing me.

"Enough," he said calmly. Lachlan wasn't one to shout, and no one dared speak to him with heightened tones – except for me, in those moments when I longed for an escape from it all. Despite my frantic mind, his words cut through the chaos, and my body responded instantly. I felt myself calming down at his command, my heart rate gradually returning to normal as I took in heavy, slow breaths. It was a task, my lungs feeling strained, but as he approached my side, his presence became both a comfort and an enigma.

He watched me giving me time to calm down unaffected by my response to his mere presence.

"I don't want to be afraid of you— I don't want you to hurt me." My voice was croaky and low as I stared at the wall- I was so focused on my breathing and reminding my body how to everything else came second.

"You can always stop." He said taking his seat watching me slowly. My body suddenly started feeling heavy as I rapidly blinked my eyes following in suite.

"If only it was that simple." I said tasting the saltiness of my tears in my mouth which I appreciated because it was better than bile.

"Following instruction is not hard Isla."

"That's not fair."

"Are you still not breathing." It was a statement— I looked at him his nonchalant demeanour making my sticks h turn as I shifted my gaze elsewhere. No remorse or sadness lingered in his eyes. I questioned why I still expected even a hint of humanity from him, despite his consistent proof that he was far from it. Tears welled up as I breathed through my mouth, my lungs threatening to shut down.

"May I please see a therapist?" It became harder just to move my head feeling my energy disappear.

"Why?"

"I need help -or else I will lose my mind. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be with a crazy person."

"Nothing in this world could erase my desire for you," He simply said. I attempted to respond, but my body seemed to liquefy into the bed. My head grew heavy, and my gaze shifted to the ceiling, where blurry lights danced before my eyes. Wondering what was unfolding, before I could comprehend it, there was nothing.

...

I looked at the moonlight it's shadow cast over the antique white beautiful piano I had helped myself to. I let my manicured fingers slowly move through the keys creating a sound I had thought I would never play ever again. It made my heart beat and set my mind afar. Good, that was what I was aiming for.

I closed my eyes letting my well skilled fingers move easily and swiftly through the keys as if I was playing it for the very first time again, the feeling of joy, peace with a tint of nostalgia that flooded me cheered me on, the melody familiar almost drawing tears as I saw the picture of my immaculate mother behind my eyes.

I didn't let the drowsiness take over as I fought with the heavy eyes, I had only took the pills a few minutes ago yet I was already sleepy. I might have taken more than allocated dangerously more than allocated but still I had not expected this because I believed myself to be not easily druggable. Plus I just wanted to pass out when I got to bed, I was afraid I would run from him if I sobered up and he would break my legs.

I woke up in the arms of the man who almost killed me a few days back and I have been in the hospital since because they were monitoring overall respiratory function which wasn't really in good condition. I remember the particular day they tried to take me off the machines but my body was too afraid to breathe properly -trauma clinging to my lungs that could feel the blood fill them.

I woke up earlier, still, just staring at him. He never seemed deeply asleep, always aware of his surroundings. Unable to hold back tears, I talked myself through breathing exercises the doctor had taught me. Watching him for a minute, he appeared peaceful, yet not like ordinary people during sleep. Even in his tranquility, he seemed capable of tearing my head off in his sleep. A weight, like a whale, pressed on my chest as I slipped out of his grip.

I had moved of the bed looking for my sleeping pills when I felt his gaze on me. For a minute I was frozen those dark eyes alone made my stomach drop and my blood run cold. It was as if I wasn't used to them even though he had come everyday to see me. I had showed him the pills in my hand my movements that of a robot. My throat managed to croak out water before even registering his entire form. I had then practically raced out of the room.

I had took my pills before finding myself back here. I didn't recall perfectly the image of going to the kitchen but I knew I did in need of the water to swallow the pills. And that was how I found myself in here playing a classic my mother had taught me it was a favourite of ours my sister included. I have never felt closer to home.

My eyes were closed lost in the sweet and gentle melody that brought memories of the only people that entertained my theories. I took in a deep breath as I felt every key I pressed with my fingers come alive and together with the others create such art.

Suddenly I could feel a heavy set of eyes on me instantly popping my eyes open, my hands drawing out the last key before I removed them watching the man tower over everything in the room. The piano room exuded elegance with rich mahogany walls, adorned with framed classical sheet music. Soft, ambient moon light cast a warm glow on the glossy white grand piano at the room's center. Plush velvet curtains frame tall windows that let in a soft light from the full moon outside. The air carried a faint scent of polished wood, creating a harmonious atmosphere for both music and reflection.

His darkness made the room fret in fear and anticipation at his mere presence, the attention of the room and instrument no longer a interest —it all belonged to the Viking man, like everything else in this room.

"What happened to water?" My breath alone belonged to him- he always stripped me of the memory of the action. I tried to remember just to breathe. I could not tell what was on his mind, his nonchalant demeanour made me nervous.

"I'm sorry, I-I just found myself here a-and got carried away." I said, I couldn't help but come here. We had another room just like this back at his place but I had never set foot in it because it brought back too much but right now I would jot back anything for the sake of feeling anything either than what I was feeling.

"I thought- you would have fallen back to sleep."

"I don't sleep unless you're in my arms." My breath hitched as my eyes locked onto his dark ones, possessiveness gleaming in his gaze. I gulped, staring at the keys, my hands frozen over them. I forced my entire body to sit still, resisting the instinct to run, the mantra of having done nothing wrong on repeat in my mind.

"I never thought I would ever set foot in a room like this ever again, yet here I am." I chuckled wiping a stray tear. I was tired of always crying, I wondered how he felt like seeing me always cry. I appreciated the distance between us even though I knew that it would only be just a matter of time.

"Don't you ever worry that you might kill me?" I questioned the fear was much more than I had anticipated. I felt every piece from the shattered mess as I clutched my chest, the pills were not working fast enough. I just wanted to pass out. For a second I entertained the idea of his obsession but I didn't understand how you could stand to see someone you cared about in this position.

"Aye, initially I knew I would kill you," he said, coming closer, causing me to clutch onto the chair I was sitting on. I observed his giant stature, shirtless, the light perfectly highlighting his prominently defined muscles. As he closed the distance between us, I was frozen. He effortlessly picked me up and placed me on the piano, bringing me closer to his chest.

Lachlan's arms enveloped me, and his lips claimed mine, possessing my very soul. His hands, rough and unyielding, secured around me. The ironic perfection of how well our bodies fit together, like a jigsaw puzzle, was undeniable. His giant, muscular frame easily engulfed my own, his arms perpetually protectively around me, holding me close. I peered up at him, my breathing leveled. Tears welled up, and I quickly wiped them away.

My hands were then stuck on his chest pathetically trembling as I stared at them. Stuck between trying to keep him where he was which was more than close enough and just assuring him I wasn't going to run — my worst fear had turned to that easily. I looked up at him, his empty eyes his staring back at me.

One would think I would have the hang of this by now, that I would know the works and be able to control my emotions but I can't and I think I won't ever be able to. I didn't think it was possible but I just got more afraid of him again and again, and it always felt like the first time. Again and again. I couldn't help my break downs.

It all happened a few days ago I was brought by the brink of death yet now here we are and I'm expected- actually he did not care so long as I wasn't disrespectful or gave him the silent treatment. The more I watched him, the more my fear intensified even if I decided to fight I didn't think I could -no one was here to help me even I couldn't help or defend myself I was completely hopeless. He could do as he pleased all I could do was cry and beg that he has mercy on me. My eyes watered at the thought.

"But it seems I'm rather always very considerate with you." His hand held up my chin as he searched my eyes as if he had left something of his inside. Did he just say he was lenient, I bit my lip wiping away my tears with my trembling hands, his words planting seeds horror inside me of me. I felt goosebumps cover my body as he came closer only barricaded by the piano.

"How can you be so evil?" I started my gaze not fixed, the moon worshipped his features, no matter how evil he was and no matter what he did it, it didn't change the fact that the man was a God. I didn't miss the amusement in his dark eyes. Predictably, he showed no hint of remorse.

"Do you believe I have been evil to you?" He asked chuckling. I wanted to laugh even though a part of me at the back of my head crawled back into the darkness crying. A flash of his monstrosities flashing through my mind.

"You are an unimaginable evil." My breathing was shaky. I couldn't look at him for a minute otherwise I would not have been able to say this. No matter how many times those words ring in my head that will never be enough, it was as if it was the first time over and over again that I realise their meaning.

"Then you my love do not know what evil is." he retorted, his voice carrying a chilling certainty that sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes shifted to the scenery outside the window the flash of green capturing my attention. I felt trapped and familiar in his arms as he held me as if there was nothing wrong as if even before time I was his -destined to be his. I blinked the tears wetting my face.

"You want a child right." I asked wiping my tears, yet not moving an inch of my body, frozen in the same position.

"Children." Sometimes I wished he wasn't a man of a few words — maybe if he had been a man who revealed his thoughts maybe I would actually have something to play at.

"- what if I give you one child - would you then consider letting me go?"

"Don't play with fire lass." I whimpered at his tone, he could see the desperation in my eyes. I had no pride neither dignity I just wanted my life back.

He silenced my sister.

"I will do anything- I will- do anything." I was tired, my heart was broken and I was horrified at his words. I couldn't help my tongue despite the classes I have had with myself of being better and not asking for what we will not receive. Tears ran down the sides of my cheeks as I watched him. My heart racing.

"Please just let me- let me go Lachlan."

"-I -I don't ask for much -maybe we can even start over maybe one day I would be able to do that with you -but please just let me go." I already knew the answer but I couldn't help but ask, my heart was racing. He only kissed my forehead he didn't seem moved about how I trembled at his touch or lips.

"Let's go, you need your rest for tomorrow." He said he didn't give me a chance as he swooped me off carrying me securely in his arms if I weighed nothing, at his command feeling the comfort of the piano be so easily taken from me- it was like ice cold water clinging to my skin awakening me from my slumber. I didn't have any words for him they were depleted.

...

I woke up in the mood to feel sorry for myself but of course this wasn't my world. I had beforerequested him to let me choose a suit for him and a dress for myself, along with a few outfits for the upcoming days—not from the closet, but spanking new ones a while ago. He had entertained the idea and said he would let me do it before the wedding. Unsurprisingly, he kept his word, the only difference being that the wedding was today, and yesterday I was passed out for the majority of the day.

I had been yearning for a beach day, and realised I had never seen the man in shorts. So, I figured, why not pick out some shorts for him and a few outfits for myself? I foolishly convinced myself that perhaps shorts could soften his appearance a bit, make him less intimidating—though, deep down, I knew that wasn't truly possible. But hey, a girl can hope, right? Honestly, I just wanted to see what he looked like in shorts.

That was before all of this. I had been looking forward to the wedding solely because I adored love, and weddings were a beautiful celebration of it. I just wanted to live in my head for a minute, to have the hope of happily ever afters revived within me—I was an author, for crying out loud. Yet now, all I could see and feel was him.

I looked nothing like what I have been through -at least I thought I looked better than what I was supposed to look like as I had acknowledged that  I was a shell of who I was, fighting the little conscious I had left.

The pink long backless sundress I had on felt comforting on my skin- I loved it simply for one reason- every time I felt the breeze of the wind it would swallow me whole and I felt like it would take me with it. My eyes connected to the tattoo he had given me —clearly visible, ever since I got it I tried by all means to hide it where I could but I just didn't care anymore, I knew how much he loved seeing his tattoo on my body -it pleased him -no longer did I care about this little detail either.

My gaze returned to my reflection- I looked like I walked out of the Mamma Mia movie which was currently my new obsession. The pearls on my ears seemed to make my eyes pop, I looked like the opposite of how I felt a few hours ago. My eyes moved to my pink painted toes that peeked from my white sandals, I wiggled them loving the colour on my nails.

I cleared my throat, glancing at the pills in my hands. Choosing to avoid another internal debate, I swallowed them down with a sip of water. I deliberately averted my gaze from the mirror, no longer willing to confront the accusing look in my eyes. Inhaling deeply, I steeled myself for whatever the day might bring. Finally, I felt prepared – no more fainting in his presence or tears at his touch, which had been my life the past few days. I preferred being happy.

I moved to the bedroom to check if I was forgetting anything pushing my accusing conscious at the back of my mind. I needed them for today. I wasn't convinced but I no longer cared enough to see reason. I had already took the pills a few hours ago but I needed extra for an entire day with this man. I assessed the room one last time before leaving, I didn't want to keep him waiting.

As the minutes passed in the car I could feel myself breathing, without the aid of my mind. I shifted my gaze watching him intensely focused on the road. It was routine, his hand resting on my thigh – a protocol that persisted, whether he simmered with anger or floated in an emotionless state, making me question if this man could truly experience happiness like the rest of humanity. His touch, a constant presence, became both a comfort and a disquieting reminder of an enigmatic connection.

I could feel the numbness slowly dry out the pure terror embedded in bones and a flush of happiness slowly creeping in, I took in a deep breath looking at the scenery around feeling calmer than before, everything else at the back of my mind. I then shifted my focus to the man next to me. Even though I knew his true colours I still did not understand why, and I doubted that I ever would. The pills, like gentle whispers of serenity, begin their journey as a soft embrace within my body. It's a gradual unfurling, a subtle dance with my bloodstream, releasing a cascade of tranquility that meanders through every fiber of my being. With each passing moment, a gentle warmth wraps around my thoughts, softening the edges of any looming anxieties.

My gaze traced the contours of his side profile, navigating the neatness of his freshly cut beard, the plump allure of his lips, and the perplexing perfection of his ears—what even constituted perfect ears, I couldn't fathom, but he undeniably possessed them. He embodied the essence of the most beautiful devil, a captivating blend of allure and menace. As he effortlessly steered the automobile, his dominance and power radiated, a frightening yet irresistible force that sent shivers down my spine.

The world becomes a painting painted in softer colours. It's not an abrupt shift, but a gradual transformation—a quiet reassurance that everything is, for this moment, okay. It's as if a weight is lifted.

"Have you ever seen real life penguins?" I asked as my mind drifted to the Ice age movie I had seen all that ice made me think of happy feet. And for some reason penguins were currently all that dominated my mind.

"No. Why?" His accent always seemed new to me, I could never seem to get used to it. But now it was associated with the devil despite my obvious attraction to it.

"They seem like very kind creatures." He watched me with amusement as he raised a brow.

"Not so long ago you were crying about how I wanted to kill but now you are fawning over penguins from a movie despite your fear over them." He made it sound like I was a confusing person, even though his tone never changed.

"I still think you will kill me—" I stopped before glancing at him, my mind in a constant marathon.

"- but I stingily feel like I would like to pet one of them- I am aware of my crippling fear of them but I feel like they are my animals now you know." I truly felt like I could do anything at this moment. I didn't know if it was me or the fish talking. Penguins and fish were the only animals I had a problem with otherwise I was an animal person at least today I was.

"You cried because you almost touched a fish." Was all he said, and I felt so betrayed by that one statement because it was just in time and there was no need to bring that up now.

"To be fair, it's cross eyes were terrifying and can I just have this?" I asked, the feelings coursing through me I didn't know in particular what they were but I did know that it wasn't pure fear for the man sitting next to me— and I was okay with that. I'm never getting off these pills. She saved my life.

"Of course Mo Grà. Touching Penguins will not make you freak out and cry- for the entire day." He said in a very dead tone and I couldn't believe that he was bringing sarcasm into this.

"Okay I understand you have your doubts but I feel like I have grown."

"If you say so love." I went on to speak about play grounds and he listened — he listened to everything I would then next reveal from my racing imagination. He was still himself despite my want of approval of everything though he didn't budge. I didn't care I felt better - more calm and that is all that mattered.

...

The luxurious store unfolded before me like a dream, adorned with golden accents and opulent displays. Soft lighting cast a warm glow over racks of exquisite garments, each piece a masterpiece of design. Mirrors surrounded by ornate frames lined the spacious fitting rooms, creating a haven for sartorial indulgence.

As I stepped inside, the air carried a subtle fragrance of luxury, mingling with the scent of delicate fabrics. Plush carpets underfoot absorbed the echo of each step, adding to the sense of opulence. The attentive staff moved gracefully, anticipating every whim with a discreet presence.

In the heart of the store, a spacious area beckoned me to try on the most beautiful clothes. Gleaming dressing rooms with velvet curtains promised a private enclave to unveil the allure of each ensemble. Mirrors stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting the elegance of the attire in a captivating dance of light.

Before my eyes, a curated selection of dresses awaited, each a testament to meticulous craftsmanship and refined taste. Silks, satins, and lace whispered promises of glamour, and as I tried them on, the mirrors captured every angle, turning the experience into a shared spectacle. I reveled in the joy of showcasing each outfit, a delightful dance of fabric and form.

The last time I went shopping, it was with my best friend, and the air buzzed with positivity. Nothing could dampen my spirits, not even the prospect of trying on every elegant dress I liked right in front of him.

He watched as I perused racks of exquisite dresses, each one a potential masterpiece. His dark gaze following my every move as I got lost in the ambiance of the world of shopping. Selecting elegant dresses, I trailed around the store, seeking his opinion. "What do you think of this one?" I'd ask, twirling in a vision of silk and lace. I thought to involve him as he sat patiently giving me all the time in the world to fawn over material.

His response, a constant refrain that echoed with sincerity, "You look beautiful in everything, love."

"Lachlan you can't say that for everything." I said sighing as I turned around from the mirror watching him. I quickly made my way sitting next to him which just proved how much of a giant he was.

"But everything does look good on you." He said watching me immediately wrapping his hands around me, easily sitting me onto his lap before kissing me- as if there was no one around his arms completely possessing my body and soul. I moved back clearing my throat -I couldn't even look at the woman who was in here with us. She had come back because I needed a new dress and I was dressed already.

He smiled as I flushed not knowing where to place my hands clearing my throat. On thing I have observed about the Viking Men was that they were very possessive and affectionate with their partners, it didn't matter who was watching.

"T-Thank you but- these are different colours and materials and some colours make my skin pop and some are just colours those are the type of observations you need to make." I said watching him, he didn't seem interested in the anything but me although he was following.

"Okay-" he paused as I smiled feeling a little hope for our future selection.

"-but they all make your skin pop- or glow, am I saying it right?" I stood up stifling a laugh because I never thought I would ever hear him say those words but I was also frustrated as sighed in defeat watching him after realising that he was a lost cause. I could see the side of his mouth turn up as he watched me amusement in his eyes.

"Should some of them not make your skin 'pop'?" He asked chuckling as he watched me standing before him. How could I be standing in between his legs yet still feel small compared to him, with his hands around my waist as he steadied me.

"It's- well- I - that's not what I meant and you know it Lachlan."

I said before a smirk took over my features. I walked over to the woman that helped by bringing me the clothes of course Lachlan was the only one allowed in the dressing room with me. I could tell that everyone was careful around the man — they didn't even look at him for more than a minute I was too high on clothes to care, I whispered something to her, my words a quiet plea in the presence of the Viking man, his calm demeanor a constant, unsettling gaze. There were moments when I wondered if he ever grew tired of observing me, but deep down, I doubted it—he seemed to relish the role of the silent spectator.

She paused watching me before nodding.

"Are we still going to the beach?" I asked sweetly, my hands skimming the racks in front of me, stealing small glances at him. It wasn't necessary, but I couldn't resist. Even in a room filled with women's clothing brought in for me, his presence injected an overpowering surge of testosterone, dominating the space with an unsettling allure.

"I don't remember ever having a discussion about the beach." The way this man looked at me perplexed me.

"You said we could do whatever I wanted to be fair." I could see myself from one of the many mirrors in here and I couldn't help but look at the long flawless gold dress, I was in love with it.

"Okay, how about dinner on the yacht?" He said standing up easily commanding every piece of attention my body had to offer as he wrapped his arms around me, just drinking me in. Despite this I couldn't help the excitement on my face, this was definitely better. I could already imagine it.

"I would love that."

"Wait- so you just said yes just like that?"

"Is it not what you want?" He raised a brow. It would feel weird all the time— I knew I was a hostage so every time we would go through this it would always surprise me. I thanked him still taking it in.

My attention moved to the woman coming in with the more clothes making me smile looking at the endless racks. I might end his era of suits at home if I'm successful.

"I'm glad we have worked that out because I think these would really suit you." I said going through the rack of clothes before stopping and watching him, I took the men shorts from the woman and a simple tee. Considering it would basically be a beach day. 

"Isla I'm not wearing that." He didn't even take a proper look yet his mind was made up.

"Why not?" I argued, I knew the outfit would suit him because everything looked good on this man. I was convinced that even a sackcloth would look good on him.

"What's wrong with my suits lass?"

"You can't wear a suit to the open ocean Lachlan. I retorted.

"No."

"You can't just say no like that, I have more clothes that I think that would look good on you. Like for example this-" before I was able to finish my sentence the sweet woman who had been helping me with everything quickly rushed to my side whispering something in my ear. Making my body freeze before my mind registered what was going on.

I rushed to the mirror as tears brimmed eyes as I turned around watching the deep crimson stain that was now on the dress, fear and embarrassment flushed over me. Immediately the Viking man stood up telling the woman to get out. He was at my side before I could even blink.

"Why are you crying?" His hands secured around my waist as he carefully observed me. He gently tilted my face up to meet his, his dark eyes analyzing my tear-streaked face. He made no move to wipe away the tears, but rather, he attentively took in every inch of me, as if I were fragile and hurt.

"I just got my period and I messed up this stores dress and I feel so embarrassed and I— and I don't have any pads on me — my flow is very heavy in an hour I will be drenched. I'm sorry. He seemed a bit less intense after I spoke.

"Why are you embarrassed about something you can't control?" He asked I could clearly see that he didn't understand as he watched, his rough hands gentle around me.

"The dress -and I -"

"This is nothing to be embarrassed about Isla, all of these clothes already belong to you, look at me." He commanded when my eyes started to wonder as I started to hiccup my mind running of the cramps that were coming and the embarrassment I felt off being in a position like this in front of people.

"Did she say something to make you feel this way." My stomach dropped at how easily his demeanour changed, his eyes all of a sudden darker as he awaited me response.

"No-no I promise -she just told me about my situation and -and -" I placed my hands around his neck gulping —the fear for this man dormant but still very much alive no amount of pills could fully take that away it wasn't possible.

"She was very nice to me— please don't." I said trying to stop crying. I feared what he would have done if I said otherwise he had already killed a lot of people for making me cry I doubted he would make any exceptions.

"I just -I just I'm just freaking out because I have no pads on me and my flows aren't exactly normal." I said, I couldn't watch another person die in front of me. No matter how many lives were took in front of you it never got better.

"Calm down Mo Grà, I will make a call and find out where I can get you your pads. There is no need to cry." He said not acknowledging anything about the woman. Comforting people wasn't his usual demeanor, but his genuine concern made me start to relax. I wiped my tears, seeing approval in his eyes as I regained composure.

"Aye." I watched as he spoke to his sister in his native tongue as he watched me with curiosity.

After the call he had then asked gently if I wanted to come with him or if I thought it was best to wait. It was a side of him I had never witnessed or heard of before, and his consideration took me aback.

"I think I will stay behind, I'm not comfortable leaving in this condition neither do I was want to mess up your seats." I expressed my preference to stay behind, not feeling comfortable, and wanting to avoid causing any trouble.

"We can always get new ones, Isla. Don't bother yourself with useless things." he said, his eyes unwavering from mine. Despite his gentleness in the moment, the man exuded a natural intimidation that lingered, regardless of the situation.

"Oh-I -thank you but please let me stay here Lachlan. I'm just more comfortable staying behind." I said quietly. He agreed before kissing my forehead and then he took off. The only thing that I did do was remaining standing no matter how many times I tried I couldn't be comfortable.

The Viking man meant it when he said he would be back in a short while,  I didn't even have to wait long too afraid to be left with my thoughts as he came back with three full big plastic bags. I was afraid to ask him where he quickly got all of this but I wasn't really familiar with this country. The thought alone of the Viking man shopping for pads and tampons amused me.

"I didn't know what you preferred love, so I got you a bunch of everything." he said, a seriousness in his eyes as he watched me. I initially thought he was joking until I looked at the bags. A mix of laughter and tears escaped me, moved by his kindness and evident confusion. Going through the bags, I realized he had truly considered everything—even wipes and pain tablets. Overwhelmed, I held back the tears, not wanting to alarm him. I selected what I needed, Lachlan gave me space but refused to allow anyone in which made me worry that he thought that lady made cry.

I couldn't help but laugh at the amount of period products around me — they were some products even I did not know, I felt a lot better picking through them and getting what I needed. As amusing as everything was all I could think about was how much I was going to dread the next few weeks.

...

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