Caius POV:

I was just wrapping up after a meeting with some of the staff of my security company when Clark said ,

" I sent you an email earlier with the details of what you requested sir . It's done and you have full access to every part of the house " , and I nodded .

" noted" , and after he had left the conference room , I ensured the door was locked and then checked my email, and finding the email Clark had sent I opened it. He had sent me all the information I needed to access all of the security cameras he had installed inside the Tomlinson' s house , including the ones he had installed inside her room and the bugs he had placed so I would be able to access every conversation spoken .

This wasn't enough but, it will do for now until I am able to take more drastic measures, like installing a tracker inside her body . I don't just want to be able to see her , or watch her every move when she is home , I want to be able to know where she is at all times , her routine, who she spends time with and for how long , and why . I wanted to have  full access and control , not just over her life but, over her entirely, until it is time for me to take her .

After work once I got home , I connected the surveillance system to my laptop so I could watch her while  I made dinner in the kitchen. There were multiple live feeds from all the cameras Clark had installed inside the house and he had done a damn good job.

There was one hidden inside a picture frame on her wall which gave a clear view of every area inside her room and it was also sound activated so I could hear everything.  There was another concealed into the shower head of her shower and another inside the bathroom mirror so I could see her even in her most intimate moments.

One was hidden inside the binding of a book Clark had carried and secretly stored inside the bookshelf in the living room , another inside an overhead light in the kitchen and another inside the handle of her front door so I could see and hear anyone who comes or leaves .

At the moment I could see her laying on her back on her bed inside her room,  tapping away on her phone.  She was texting someone from what I could see and I bought up the live feed of her room making it full screen so I could see who she was texting but, then her phone rang and she answered it , bringing it to her ears .

I listened intently as she spoke wondering a who suh fucking bright fi deh call har phone afta 8 almost 8:30 inna eh night.

" yes?" She asked as she answered and then listened for a moment to the person on the other end before responding.

" yeh mi can come tomorrow afta school . We can stop a Starbucks and get sumuh and then wi guh" , and I frowned

Guh weh ? Wid who? Fi wah fucking reason?

"The library nah close until afta 5 inna the evening suh wi cah stop a Starbucks before wi guh . wi cah spend wah hour and a half a the library and help each other wid studying" , she stated and I exhaled a breath ,relaxing at her statement. So she was studying? I should have expected that , after all a dem time yah a normally cxc time .

She ended the call sometime later and then got up and made her way into her bathroom. I watched intently as she started to remove her clothes starting with her top , the dinner I was making forgotten. Her body was perfection, an empty canvas that awaited my artistic and creative skills and I gripped the handle of the knife I held in my hand tighter.

Her breast round and full stood out against the gentle flatness of her stomach, her smooth caramel coloured skin seemed to glow from the light inside her bathroom.

She reached for the waist of the shorts she was wearing and pulled them off and my eyes narrowed as I saw the black mesh panty she was wearing.

Suh she like mesh ?  Only woman weh a fuck wear dem kind a panty deh suh she have man ? No, har parents dem wouldn't allow it but,then again , a always eh innocent one dem , that cah wait fi now though, me will deal wid that lata.

She pulled the underwear off revealing the full roundness of her ass and when she turned around , I found it hard to swallow , even my breath caught when I saw the view from the front .

Fuck ! Suh she alone a carry all a that deh package deh ? She really blessed , straight bloodclaat prize frah heaven. God muss a miss wah angel , har body a straight heavenly perfection .

I promised myslef that I wouldn't fall for her , that my only purpose is to break her , to make her fall in love with the feeling of pain , to burn fear into the her body and soul, and the very essence of her entire being , and I was sticking to that but, there was no wrong in admiring my canvas and that is what is she to me , Моя кукла (Moya kukla) – My doll, My canvas , my art and mi will fucking kill anybody who try fi interfere inna weh wi have .

She stepped into the shower and turned it on and I continued to watch as the water cascaded over her body and down her back. The wata run dung yuh skin like a blessing Bria Tomlinson but, mi a eh curse weh follow. Watching her shower was mesmerising, it was like a hypnotising film that I couldn't look away from and I didn't.

Once she was finished she choose another black mesh underwear and an oversized white t-shirt. I smelt somthing burning and that's when I remembered I was in the process of cooking but, when I turned my attention back to the stove , the pasta I had been cooking had burnt. The water had been completely dried out of the pot , leaving the pasta itself sticking to the bottom of the pan and burning.

I tossed the pan into the sink with some water to soak and decided to make a sandwich instead, cornbeef to be specific. Sandwich in hand , I turned my attention back to the screen to see her in bed again , scrolling on her phone and the only thought that went through my brain as I watched her was , ты даже не понимаешь, как сильно ты мне нужен. (Translation- you don't even understand how much I need you).