Obsession

Chapter 16

16.🏴

Michael, of course, Damien... he stood in front of a mirror, fixing his suit and keeping his haunted gaze on me.

Maids were fixing my hair and dress, the accessories he had chosen for me. He would take me out again to let me see my family.

I had no idea...if I could keep my sanity intact...It was about 3 in the afternoon. I felt light-headed and my stomach grumbles strangely. But all I wanted now was to check on my family. I would do anything... even if it meant acting all fine like an obedient...girl.

I was lost in thoughts but I could sense burning stares from Damien, he was staring at me through the mirror. He seemed...amused.

Psychopath. Everything about him confuses me.

I followed the sight of his gaze and found my reflection, confirming he really does have a taste in fashion. I looked quite...decent.

With a nod, he dismissed the maids and held out his hand for me. He dragged me out towards his car and tugged me with a seatbelt securely. He drove down the road while glancing at me from time to time.

I was feeling anxious...And of course, excited... Maybe too excited? I could feel his hand grabbing my thigh and stroking it gently. I wasn't paying attention to him. My mind was a mess with the anxiety eating me up.

Would they be okay? And of course, my little sister, Rita..she was my world. I could feel the hot trails of my tears were streaming down my cheeks again. Just thinking about them was miserable for me.

We were driving for about an hour. Then he stopped at a place. It was a restaurant. He walked into the place leaving me in the car alone.

I wanted to get off the car and ran like crazy but who was I dealing with? Damien would catch me like a rabbit and most importantly he was the only hope to get to see my family again. And I didn't even know where I was right now.

The places were all new to me. I doubted if I would even be in LA. It couldn't be. This place was so void of buildings. And I saw a sign, "Mexico city"

What the heck! Mexico?

I could see Damien walking back towards the car. He was holding a package. He handed me the package and started the engine again.

I opened it and found a burger. The fast food, the real fast food. When was the last time I ate this junk... Instead, the daily meal was set with a diet he chose for me.

The sight of a burger made me teared up. It reminded me of my free life, my freedom.

I was still holding the burger in my hand unable to stop crying. Damien was glancing towards me from time to time but he didn't say anything. He let me cry. About another half hour later, Damien pulled up the car and turned his attention to me.

I shuddered at the cold touch on my face. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

He walked out of the car and gestured me to get out. But what caught my attention was we were in a plane field. What the hell?

I looked around while spinning my head. What was he planning?

"We're going to take a flight," a hint of smirk plastered on his face.

What the heck? No, no. Where the hell I am?

"No, I can't. I'm-" I said while shaking my head in disapproval.

" Baby, I don't want you to be afraid of heights anymore. You will have to use it. Or I can use drugs you if you want,'' he said sternly.

"No. Don't drug me,'' I blurted out. I didn't wanna ride a plane though.