Passionate argument

She stroked his wet hair, took off her jacket, and threw it over the shivering Marek. She quietly ran past the guy and started running to the opposite side of the bush. The stranger was too fast on his long legs and caught her after a few meters.

He pressed her against the wall and held the knife, which was covered in Marek's blood, under her neck. Her body was shaking with cold, fear, but also adrenaline. The guy was enjoying the power he suddenly had over her. He moved his face closer to hers. She barely turned it to the right.

He started smelling her. His lips moved to her neck and he licked it. She was extremely disgusted. “I like your porcelain skin, long brown hair, and hazel eyes.” He cupped her face in his palm and turned it towards him.

Despite the proximity, she couldn't see his face because of the damn mask, but he revealed a blond beard when he lifted it. He started rubbing his face against hers and cuddling her. Then out of nowhere, he kissed her. Patricia was helpless and just prayed for it to end. She even felt like throwing up.

The kiss was interrupted by police sirens, she mentally thanked for the miracle. He pressed his body against hers. "I'll get you for sure. There will come a time when you will be without any company or protection and you will become mine!” He pulled his dirty hands off her and ran away.

Patricia's knees buckled on both sides and she fell to the ground. She leaned her hands on the asphalt of the sidewalk. Too much stress on her. Finally, she shook herself and leaned against the wall. Hanging her head over her knees, she remembered that Marek was still out there somewhere in the bush.

She jumped to her feet and ran after him. Thanks to the tracking device, the police found Marek. They covered him with all the blankets they had to stabilize his temperature and keep him there until the ambulance arrived. Patricia sat by his side.

One of the policemen put a blanket over her as well, but she pulled it off and covered Marek. Her priority was HIM and nothing else. She fell in love with him, even if she didn't want to admit it right now. He was something of a kindred spirit to her; lost half of the heart.

Weakened from massive blood loss, he lay motionless on the ground but still looking directly into her eyes, he finally managed to gather the strength to pull out one hand. "No no no! Hide her back. You need to be warm.” She tucked his hand back into the tuft of blankets and waited.
An ambulance showed up within minutes, but it felt like they had been walking for an hour. It was like with Max.

Medics loaded him into a vehicle. They cut off his clothes and began tending to his deep wound. The policemen slammed the door; everyone, including Patricia, got into the police car and followed them to the hospital. In the hospital, he was given maximum attention.

Luckily for him, he was a very strong guy in good shape, with a huge will to live. He spent the next three days in bed. The infusion dripped slowly through the tube. The sky was overcast and sad all the time. The whole time Patricia sat curled up in the chair across from his bed, reading. Her worries never left her until he felt better.

After being released for home treatment, he still took two days off. Marek became a little king. Patricia bounced around him and fulfilled his every wish. She was grateful that he was alive and still by her side. The last night off, she fell asleep on the couch. To her surprise, she woke up on Marek's bed. A little confused, she got up and went to the kitchen.

Her ribs haven't hurt in a long time. She wanted to see what Marek was doing. She noticed the "Goldilocks" dress, which she didn't manage to clean up from the floor because she was too busy with the "King" for too long. She picked them up and threw them into the laundry basket. She felt guilty that now the killer could capture another girl and sadistically torture her in the meantime.

She stepped closer to the kitchen counterbar. Marek was busy preparing breakfast. But she didn't keep her thoughts to herself. "I want to try the bait game again, to be Goldilocks. I know I have to change my role, but I'll try a different mask."

Marek dropped hard the knife on the board and turned to her. He looked upset but tried to talk to her in a calm voice. "You should rest for now. Also, take a few days off and then come back to this case. Don't worry, we have announced around town that parents should keep their children at home. I don't think anyone will underestimate it after so many murders.''

She shook her head. He looked to the side and then back to her. He even approached her. He was looking down on her since he was a bit taller and she was shorter. “You should be careful, you almost died,… twice.” He pointed outside with the finger of his right hand.

She was still unconvinced and stubborn; she didn't even listen to him properly. "I will do it. Because I want to catch the bastard. I have to! It's already personal. If I don't do it, then who? This time it was my fault he got away. I could have pacified him, but I was burnt out. You can say anything, but it still won't change my mind."

Those words from her mouth made him even more angry. He was terrified just to see her hanging on the bridge. She could have fallen and killed herself. At that time, the water level was still dangerously low. Later, when the killer had her in his power; with a knife at her throat it devastated him.

He took a step forward with a very annoyed look on his face. He preferred not to say anything so as not to regret anything. Patricia also had no idea how to react to his behavior. She had never seen him act like he did today.

She began to retreat until she had nowhere to go. He slammed his hands into the wall on either side of her head. It startled her and she blinked. Patricia suddenly recognized the pain in his eyes. He wasn't really mad. He just feared for her life.

“I... I'm very, very scared. I can no longer hide the bond that has formed between us. You probably don't have feelings for me, but I... love you! It scares me that the killer targeted you." Patricia was stunned by the confession.

She raised her hands and touched his cheek. She took his face in her hands and then pulled it to hers. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his. His hands slid from the walls to her waist and he pulled her close.

Suddenly they found themselves in each other's arms. He already knew that he had the green light to get closer to Patricia. He held her waist, then one of his hands slipped to her butt and squeezed even more. She returned her hands to his cheeks and just kissed him.

He didn't even believe it was possible anymore and pulled her even closer. The tension escalated. Marek started biting her lip. Love grew in both their hearts. The soul connection was there from the first day they met, they just didn't admit it. She suddenly stopped and pulled him away from her.

Marek did not listen. He looked into her eyes for a second, stroked her head; he ran his fingers through her hair and ended up at her neck before kissing her passionately. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. They started kissing wildly. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Marek couldn't control himself and couldn't stop kissing her. The passion gained momentum. He carried her to his bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and lay on top of her. They undressed each other and kept kissing. They fooled around like this until they "reached their limits". Time stood still and love blossomed into full beauty. They made it to the end.

They both felt amazing. Lying next to each other, they gasped for breath. Patricia turned to his side. They looked into each other's eyes that showed a lot of love that could not be described in words. Marek pressed her very tightly against his chest.

He didn't even want Patricia to continue with this case. "You should go back to Prague. I don't even want to see you here, let alone work on this case. I can't risk anything happening to you again."

Patricia took a deep breath. The internal struggle turned into a dilemma. Should she tell Marek what the crazy killer told her, or should she not? She decided... "Even if I leave, he will still find me." Marek became serious. "What do you mean?" She nodded. He probably already knew that she was in danger.

"When he caught me the second time and held the knife to my throat covered in your blood. He said something strange. I can't avoid him, Marek. can you hear, it's Impossible! I have to stay here and find him before he finds me.”

Marek was shocked. He suspected that he would not be able to protect her like this by himself. He needs to catch that bastard and send him behind bars to rot away forever. They have to come up with a plan... a trap for him.