Obsession

Chapter 6

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6.
I sat on the bed wearing a beautiful fancy dress.
Micheal would be here at any minute. My hands were shaking with excitement. After one year, I was going to step outside of this prison.' After the whole fucking year!'

I twisted my hands and sighed deeply. But I smiled to myself. I could smell the freedom. All I needed was to get through the main door and the outer gates that I wouldn't be able to pass by myself.

I tensed as I heard the door crack open.
Micheal walked in with a usual smirk. Then he looked at me from head to toe.

" Hey, beautiful, ready?" He said while stretching his hand towards me.

I simply nodded and took his hand. He led me outside, and I took in a deep breath to remain calm. We walked towards the car. Instead of getting in the car, Micheal stopped and stood sternly in his trace, making me stop in my track.

He then turned around slowly leaning his back on the super expensive car. He folded his hands and looked me dead in the eyes. It was more like he was hesitating or debating at the back of his mind. What was he planning? He checked me out again and nodded his head slowly.

Then he sighed and opened the door for me to get in the car. He then joined with me and ordered the driver to go. He pulled me into his lap making my headrest on his chest as he gently patted my hair.

" I hope you will behave. Or there will be consequences '' he said but whispered the last part. I looked up at his face. I could see his eyes darkened.

I gasped as his hands went up to my breasts. I tried to push his hands but he only chuckled and smacked my ass. " Bad girl. Don't want your daddy to touch you? Hmmm?" He bit my earlobes making me shiver in disgust.

Along the way, he was whispering how much he loved me.

I didn't pay heed to him and his words. I tried to focus on where were we. After it felt like forever, the car was pulled up at a shiny place. That was a restaurant? But it was more like a mansion.

I was admiring the decorations while Micheal was on his phone barking at someone on the line. His hands never left my waist, tugging along as he continued rumbling on the phone.

I wasn't paying attention to him. All I needed now was food. And the exist that would lead to my freedom.

We were led inside by a waitress. My stomach was in full excitement as the decorations are such a sight for me.

Maybe living in that fucking prison made me blind. Everything was new to me.

I could feel the stares and Micheal's death grip on me. He offered me a chair that was under serene lights radiating warmth, the whole place was just aesthetically pleasing to me. I cast my eyes around unable to calm my nerves.

With a cough, he interrupted my trance. He plopped his chin in his palm, his elbows supporting the budge muscle beneath his white shirt, and looked at me as if I'm the won ticket.

I snapped, "What?"

He chuckled, " You look so beautiful tonight,"

I was kinda taken back and shattered awkwardly,
" Thanks, umm. You look good too,"

He replied with a smirk, "I know''

Jerk! I had to admit. He was actually looking good. More like a model. But who knew. I've seen his evil side. And what he was capable of...

Was he really hoping me to forgive him back after all the things he had done to me? Because from the looks he had been offering, almost had me thinking he was finally feeling pity for me? I once thought about it and couldn't get answers.
But now, I chose to ignore it. I chose my survival and not to give in... He wasn't someone to predict and contradict with.