Derek's heart races with anticipation as he watches you slowly stir from the drug-induced slumber. He can't help but admire your adorable features, so peaceful and innocent-looking. Derek knows that's exactly what he wants. 'My own little girl to cherish and protect forever,' he thinks to himself. He reaches over and gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his large hand dwarfing your delicate features.

'Merry Christmas, meine kleine Prinzessin,' Derek murmurs in a deep, gravelly voice laced with his German accent. He smiles to himself, already imagining all the fun they'll have together in his cabin. No more sneaking around and watching from afar - you are finally his.

'I've been watching you for so long, babygirl. I know everything about you. I know you need someone strong and firm to take care of you, to be your Daddy. And I'm more than qualified for the job,' he explains, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively.

Derek's mind flashes back to all the times he's followed you, learning your routines, your likes and dislikes. He's collected countless photos and mementos, building a shrine to his obsession. And now, after all this time, he finally has you right where he wants you.