It had been eight weeks since I had punished Alice which resulted in me breaking her ankles and several other injuries. It had been six since I had my name tattooed onto her skin. By now her back was healed from it's welts and I had gotten Linda to apply a special scar cream in order to minimize the permanent damage as much as possible. What were once large cuts in her upper arms that were held together by stitches were now almost invisible, only faint red lines in their place. Her ankles were fully healed. The casts had been off for six weeks but I gave her an extra week to recover and hired a physio therapist to help her gain mobility in a quick and safe way.

I could now see, from the camera in my room, that Alice could walk on her own. That meant that it was finally time for my plans to move ahead. I had intended for the wedding to be five weeks ago, but obviously plans changed. In all honesty, I had not originally wanted to break anything but I clearly got a little.....carried away. I wanted my bride to actually be able to walk down the aisle so I had rescheduled everything. It would look bad on me if she turned up battered and bruised with no explanation.

It would be perfect. I had only gotten the best, it was what my girl deserved. I had spared no expense. I wanted to see her smile, just once. I was well aware of her beauty and therefore I knew her smile would be unimaginable.

I had also arranged for some other...things. After Alice's escape I realized that she could not be trusted. This time I caught her, but next time it may not have the same outcome. So therefore I would just make sure that there would not be a next time at all. I was going to have a tracker put into her. The procedure was fairly simple. It worked similarly to a chip that people put in their pets. I would drug Alice and then have the doctors implant the GPS device into her. It was small and I had already told the doctor to put it right next to her main artery in the neck. That way, if she ever tried to cut it out there would medically be no way for her to do so without seriously experienced doctors. By the time she did go into a hospital I would be notified anyway. There would be no escape for her after this.

I had also decided that I would get the contraceptive implant put into her while she was out.

I had been watching Alice for the last few weeks throughout the days. She would watch television, eat the food that was served to her, sleep and read the books that were on my shelves. I was well aware that a productive person such as herself probably was bored out of her mind and found it slightly amusing. However I would be sure to make her life with me more exciting, she just had to be tamer for me to do so.

I had planned for a honey moon after the wedding. I was going to take her to The Caribbean. As long as she behaved, she would experience nothing but bliss for the two weeks that we would be on vacation. I would allow her to relax the entire time. She would be able to swim, take walks along the beach, go to the hotel spa and eat and drink whatever she wished to.

I had already gotten my stylist to pack clothes for us both. The holiday would be completely relaxed and casual so everything was laid back. However there were several evening outfits packed for when I would take Alice out in the evenings to nice restaurants that had a more prestigious dress code. Of course I had already checked through everything to make sure that it was all up to standard.

I was staring at my computer screen, watching Alice when my brother walked in, unannounced of course.

"A little birdie told me that my brother was getting married?"

I didn't bother to look up to greet Alex, not that I would have even gotten the chance before he launched into a conversation.

"I have to admit, I am happy for you and of course this solves our problem of eventually securing an heir for you. However it hurts that I had to hear it from your secretary! I phoned to ask if you would be free next week for drinks and BAM you will not be due to your honeymoon!"

He let out a laugh, to which I just rolled my eyes.

"Yes. I will send you the details for the wedding. Now please, leave."

"I assume I will be the best man?"

It came out of his mouth more like a question, to which I just nodded. Despite our seemingly cold relationship we were in fact very close. I told him, once again, to leave but was cut off by one final question from my younger brother.

"Why her?"

This caught my attention, even I was unsure of the answer to that question.

"I mean, this girl is pretty but you have slept with models Antonio! You could get one of the hottest girls in the world, don't get me wrong Alice is very attractive -"

He smirked and licked his lips when he said that, instantly earning a glare from me. My possessive side over her kicked in. He got the hint and shook his head with a slight chuckle before finally getting to his point.

"She doesn't like you. It's not like your low on options so wouldn't a more...willing wife be better for you?"

I sighed and stood up while beginning to walk him out of my office.

"I don't know. She doesn't chase after me like the other women. She doesn't want, or need, my money. Her spirit attracts me, pulls me in. I don't know exactly what it is, but I want her Alex."

He nodded, stepping out of the office.

"And you have her brother, but answer me one more thing. Do you love her?"

That took me by shock, did I? I wanted her by my side every minute. I wanted her to be happy but only on my terms. I wanted to control her but not dampen her vibrant personality. I had never loved anything before. Then again, I had never felt this way about someone before either. I took a deep breath, not knowing if my answer was right but being filled with a feeling of sudden courage towards my answer.

"Yes."

I slammed the door in his face, not wanting to wait for his reaction.

I told my cooks that they could take the rest of the day off. I wanted to cook for my girl. Despite having cooks, I did have my own skills in the kitchen and wanted to showcase them to my future wife. I also was going to drug her food to make it easier to do the procedures. I had informed Linda to get Alice to wear comfortable clothes. She needed to be comfy when she woke up and would stay in the same outfit for a while seeing as straight after the procedures I wanted to get her straight on the plane so we could fly to Italy for the wedding. That was in a week but I had decided not to tell Alice anything about it. I couldn't be bothered to deal with her outburst incase she found out.

I stood at the stove, tossing the pan. I had created one of my favorite pasta dishes. It was fettuccine alfredo and I had first learnt the dish from my grandmother. She used to cook it all the time when I was a child and I'd often sit up on her counter top, watching as she worked. I gradually just picked it up over time I suppose. It was fairly easy to make but always tasted good.

Just as I had carried both plates into the dining room, I saw Alice waiting by her chair. Her hand was rested on it, as if she wanted to pull it out and sit but was waiting for my instruction to do so. Good, she was learning. That's one thing she would soon become aware of. My kindness should never be confused with weakness. I would be nice to her as long as she was obedient, if not she would soon learn her place.

I placed the food down and commanded her to sit. I had already mixed some crushed sleeping tablets in with her food. The dosage was higher than the recommended but I wanted her out quickly. We ate in absolute silence. In all honesty, I couldn't be bothered to answer any questions and she was to scared to speak. That was until she had a sudden burst of courage.

"Why have you done this. Why now? Do you actually think cooking me a meal will make up for tattooing me?"

Her voice was drenched with hate and sounded venomous. However I knew she had enjoyed her food because it was all gone. Good, that means she'll be out soon.

"I cooked because I wanted to. I tattooed you because I own you and therefore can do whatever I want with you and your body."

I now also had finished my food, elbows rested on the table as I spoke. I saw the fear in her eyes, she knew that I would want to have sex with her eventually. In all honesty I had been surprised I could even last this long but decided to wait until the wedding night. I was hoping that afterwards the honey moon would act as some sort of remedy and then we could start actually forming a mutual bond. But then again, it didn't matter if she never loved me. I would chain her to my side and keep her locked up if it was what it took.

Suddenly I saw Alice screw her eyes shut and rub her head. That meant the drugs were working. I stood up from my chair and she did the same.

"I don't feel so good. I think I need some air."

As soon as she stepped out on her foot she collapsed but I quickly caught her. She looked up into my eyes and spoke in a tired, whisper like voice.

"What - what did you do to me?"

She looked so weak and vulnerable in my arms. I loved it.

I didn't answer because she was already falling asleep and wouldn't be able to process what I said either way. Within a couple of minutes Alice was passed out and I was carrying her bridal style to my car.

The procedures had gone well. The doctors had placed the GPS tracker and the contraceptive implant inside Alice's unconscious body without any complications or difficulties. They warned me that when she woke up she would be in a bit of pain and the areas that had the implants would ache for a few days. It was also expected for her to be very nauseous for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

As soon as the staff had confirmed that Alice was stable I had moved us onto my private plane. Currently I was sat down in my seat, Alice lying against my chest while sat on my lap. She was huddled against me and our bodies were bound to one and others with the blanket I had requested from the air hostess.

I could get used to this. Her body fit into mine perfectly and I adored how my heart felt whenever I was around her. But I knew that I needed to train her first. And as sick as it seemed, I would also enjoy that part. I wanted to see her in pain because I desperately wanted her to understand that she was mine. She no longer had control over her body and I could do whatever I wanted with her. I would treat her like my Queen, she would get everything she ever wanted and so much more.

I glanced down at the angel I held in my arms and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She was perfect and she would soon be all mine.