Obsession

Chapter 4

My legs worked like a robot tracing back the steps without even realizing it. The sweat beads started tickling down with the unsettled chill in my core.

'I'm so dead,' I never really got this so far.

My legs went immobile at the sight of Micheal pulling out a syringe, doubling up my anxiety, though the look on his face said it all, that it would not be pretty.

I froze in my spot as he walked towards me calmly, with that thing in his hand, making sure I see that clearly. I knew that I had pushed his limits.

I was debating whether to run or not as he kept his steps steadily towards me. He didn't even blink. I was debating to run as far as I could,
But my brain told me that was a terrible idea. I would make it worse.

I needed to know what he was up to. Only that way would bring less harm to me. I stood up to my feet, frozen in my place. Trying to at least prepare myself in my very last moment before hell begin... But the last thing I'll be was "Ready" . Ready for the anxiety that consumed me and the fear that was inserted deep in my heart...

" Hmmm. There's no fun then. You won't run, kitten? So that ...I can chase you,'' he chuckled darkly.

" I'm sorry, '' I mumbled. I could feel my knees giving up.

" Sorry for what?" He snapped...anger obviously lacing the words.

I looked up at him. I couldn't read his eyes. I flinched and closed my eyes as his hand reached up suddenly. I waited for the slap but it never came.

He grabbed my nape harshly with his one hand.
And another hand was holding and gripping my waist painfully.

" I thought I could play some games with you.
But now. You changed my mind. I'm kinda tired,'' he said dipping his head in my neck.

" But you made me upset, so I have to punish you,'' he whispered into my ears.

" Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry," I whimpered at the harsh reality hanging around in the air.

He cupped my face and said, '' Don't be afraid, kitten, you haven't seen anything, yet," he smiled.
That was pretty bad. I couldn't guess what kind of smile it that. Shit.

" Under one condition," his fingers crawled at the corner my mouth, " You will learn how to kiss me back properly," he said with a low tone.

I knew it. This fucking pervert. Jerk!!!! I cursed him in my mind with every bad word I knew while looking down. " But come now. Let's get you a nice bath, Shall we?" He said while backing off from me as he simply discarded the syringe.

This man was making me insane. I weighed my chances as I glanced around. This place is more like a cluster of trees here and there, literally an abandoned castle. I couldn't see beyond the wall of gates back from the balcony because it's rarely do I have the chance to step out of that godamn confined room.

I nodded and followed him onto the car silently. He pulled me onto his lap and played with my hair on the way back...he just didn't seem to get tired of finding ways to traumatize me much a little more.

I decided to play along.... I despise this feeling of helplessness, but still, I didn't want any abuse, yet.

He grabbed my hand and led me to that room. I fucking hate this place. Pushing me into the room, planting a sloppy kiss, he chuckled," Shower now. You looked like shit. Well. Cute shit,'' Then he left me in the room.

My whole body relaxed in the jacuzzi as I messaged my scalp. I finished my shower and dressed up. It was morning already.

I sat on the bed and waited nervously.
Actually not waiting, more like hearing for my death sentence with each second passed.

There must be a reason. I should be dead by now by angry Micheal's beatings. What was he thinking? Then I heard the door click open. I turned around and saw Micheal wearing his black pants holding the food tray, shirtless.

Every girl would be drooled over him but not me. I loathe his existence. I felt my empty stomach protesting. He set the tray on the table and walked towards me.

He stood in front of me and stared at me with an unreadable expression.. as if he zoned out.... Then he picked me up into bridal style. I felt so small against him. And I hated that to the point,
I had to bite my tongue from throwing out the cuss words at him. It was fucked up already.

He sat on the couch with me on his lap as usual.
" I want those plump lips of yours now,'' he mumbled with an insane smirk on his face.

I swallowed hard and sat on his lap facing him. The faster the best. I knew that I should not make him angrier, if I loved my life, yeah?

I leaned and put my mouth onto him. I quickly tried to pull away but he pulled me by my nape and waist to hold me in place. I felt him nibbling on my lips.

" That's not the kiss. Show me what you learned from me. Suck. My. Lips. Now." He growled.

" No, let me go, no," I tried to push him. I couldn't do it. Why must he act like this every damn time???

He pulled away suddenly and smiled. " No? Hmmm," he said and pushed me off his lap while getting up.

I landed on the floor and glared at his back.

Then... I heard the unbuckling noise. Oh no. Not that. No. No. No. I felt the back of my eyes burn as my heart clenched painfully. I kept shaking my head from side to side as I chanted the word 'No'

He slowly turned around holding his waist belt.
My knees gave out as he slowly folded the belt and strode towards me slowly.

" No, Micheal. Please. Don't. I'm sorry. Not this please,"I cried while clawing backwards.

" I fucking asked you for a kiss. It seems I've been too easy on you, huh?'' He growled. "You have no idea how it hard is to control me from Fucking you into a coma,'' he laughed so loudly making me shiver.

"You know Vivan, it's hard, it's hard to work this out when you always Fuck this up!" He became more furious with each word he spoke...

Then he walked towards the drawer and pulled out the handcuff and the tape.

No. No. This can't be happening.

The memory of the first day that I was kidnapped flooded in my mind. That day I made him really pissed off. He tied me to the bed and almost beat me to death.

That day was really terrible. He almost took my innocence. But he controlled himself at that time. I was not sure how about this time.

" You made me do this, you brought this upon yourself," he said with an evil grin.

I could see his darkened eyes. Oh god. He was out of mind. I couldn't think straight. So I stood up and ran towards him and hugged his chest.

I held onto him a lost puppy as I sobbed. 'I wouldn't survive that'

I heard he dropped the belt and he said, '' Babygirl?''

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"It deemed stupid for not being strong enough,
but what can one do when fate decides to make it a curse?"