Obsession

Chapter 3

I felt a cold thing on my thighs.
I jumped from the touch because it was freezing cold and much real...

" You are such a bad girl. Aren't you? " Micheal hummed while gabbing my thighs harshly.
I was struggling to open my eyes as everything seemed to be spinning.
I felt nauseous.
The room was lack of light indicating it was still early.

He sat down on the couch next to me and pulled me onto his lap. He had a towel wrapping around his lower region. I flinched as his wet and cosy chest was touching me.

What? Did he shower at this time?
I was not sure about the time, but the temperature was quite cosy and gave off an eerie vibe, just another normal morning for me...

Suddenly he grabbed my chin and I felt him sucking on my lips,.. softly...

" I am asking you a question, ''he pulled away while mumbling.

I felt sick as I recalled yesterday.
But also remembered that I disobeyed him.
I glared at him as hard as I could.
I would fight him till the last second.

" You didn't learn. Did you? Huh?" He growled and I felt him gripping my nape.
" I told you to come straight to bed and you are sleeping on the couch. Do you know how much it makes me worry if I wake up without you by my side?'' he said with a hint of worry near my ears and gripping my neck slowly but...painfully.

I shut my eyes so tight not to burst out into a crying mess.
Then he let go of my neck and cupped my face in his palms.

" You are such a bad bad girl,"
"Can't you be a little nicer to your daddy? Maybe I would treat you with ice cream,'' he mumbled with a sinister smile while brushing his lips on mine with low purrs coming off his chest.

Could he still talk about ice cream in this situation?

" And don't worry about the tattoo. I'll be by your side, you don't have to be afraid,'' he said calmly.
I opened my eyes and met his grey eyes.
I tried to find the lie between those eyes. The seriousness in his eyes had already laced through his calm voice.

" Oh my god. You have no idea how much I love those eyes of yours,'' he said and pressed his lips on my eyebrow.

I couldn't help but burst out into tears.
No one would help me if he was dead serious.
I was doomed.
I decided to make a plead. I knew his weakness. He only hated escaping.
Maybe I could ask him ...nicely?

" M-Micheal, " I mumbled.

" Yes, baby. What do you want? Hungry?" he said while studying my face.

" A-Are your-really gonna t-tattoo me?" I mumbled through sobs.

I looked into his eyes with pleading eyes.
He sighed and pushed me off him.
I refused to give in.
"Micheal,"
He got up from the couch and ran his hands through his hair.
He looked confused.

I sat there while looking at up him.
He glanced at me and cursed under his breath,
'' Fuck,''
" Damnn, why are you looking at me with those eyes? " he growled.

He walked towards me and lowered himself to my level.
" I'm sorry. But the deal is a deal. You can't plead me with those eyes,'' he said.

I was beyond furious.
Why he couldn't listen to me?!
I even pleaded with him??
My survival instincts kicked in.
" Nooo! I hate you. I won't forgive you if you do such to me," I cried while pushing him as hard as I could.
Unexpectedly,... he fell backwards.

I ran towards the door and tried to open the knob.
To my surprise, the door wasn't locked.
Who cares?

I rushed outside and ran as fast as I could along the stairs.
This house no. This mansion was shitty large.

I could hear Micheal shouting my name. I felt my legs numb. I knew I made a big mistake. Trying to escape.
But I couldn't care anymore.

I'd rather die than be tattooed.

I ran and ran as much as my legs carried me. It was more like ten minutes now. I was still lost.
I couldn't hear Micheal's voice anymore.

I rushed towards a random room and locked the door. I looked around the room for a weapon but there was nothing.
Then the window caught my attention. I checked the height to the ground. It couldn't die. For goddess sake, my body fitted that window.
So I jumped.

I shut my mouth tightly and tried not to groan.
It hurt like a bitch.
I got up and started running for my life. I ran towards the forest and hid behind the large tree.

I caught my breath and tried to calm down.
' I can't go back there. I won't.'
Then I started to walk.
After minutes of walking, I could see the wall and the gate. Ughh. This man was filthy rich.
It was really a prison for me.

I wiped my tears and rushed towards the gate.
Before I reached ten steps, a flashlight hit my eyes.
Then I looked up.
The gate was full of lights. What? Am I dead? Am I in heaven?

My thoughts were cut off by a voice.
Shocking me to the core.

" Well, well. Look who we have here,''
It was Micheal.

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"Hope is the denial of reality."