Obsession

Chapter 10

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10.
Low growls were vibrating from his chest
as he eyed my shoulder. He had already straddled me while gawking me like a hawk. His fingers tapped along my shoulder where the tattoo was, making me wince as his touch burnt the scratch. My chest was bare and exposed to his eyes.

His eyes visibly darkened as he suddenly gripped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Why did you hurt yourself?" He said lowly with a grit.

"Because I hate myself. You made me feel filthy," I said with venom that made him grip my jaw to the point I had tears welled up.

He growled and got up from me suddenly. He walked out of the room but not before saying,  "If you ever hurt yourself again, I will make sure your family and the rest of the people you loved will suffer,"

He tilted his head slightly and confirmed, " And, Vivan, trust me, I won't hesitate,"

I ran into the closet and dressed myself up. I plopped down in the corner and leaned into the wall with burdens and guilt in my heart...

I was a threat to their safety.

(The next morning)

I wandered around the place, studying the exquisite designs of the interior, but Micheal was nowhere to be seen.

I strolled down into the hallway and I ended up in the kitchen, a busy one. They scurry around the corner and bowed down to me. A maid handed me a tray of toast and bacon. I grabbed it and threw it onto the floor as his words flooded in my brain, " Your family and the rest of the people you loved will suffer,"

All of the maids in the room didn't seem to care about that. They quickly cleaned it and placed another tray on the table. But one of the maids again handed me the piece of paper.

I glared at the poor girl who was no more than 25, with the venom. They were all the same. Lap-dogs and lap-bitches, serving a lunatic bastard. My glare had proven her to back off as she scurried away.

"I'll be back soon, my love. Don't forget to take your meals regularly, you know, Daddy doesn't treat well to bad girls... And I hope you understand the depth of our last conversation, so, my smart doll, it's up to you, BE A Good Girl, I prepared a phone for you, so I could check if you're okay, I'll be back after a week. I love you so much.

Daddy. . ."

I stiffly sat there on a chair as I slowly tore the letter into pieces. "I hate you. I always will,"

Three days later...

I tried to talk with maids in these three days while Micheal was away.  But they would ignore me if I wasn't even there. It wasn't their fault either, it wasn't mine either, it's just their fear of being caught about helping me in a way of trying to leave this place.

Whenever Michael called directly to me, I would hang up. But couldn't avoid it because those annoying maids were holding me in place and made me face the camera. And the excruciating fact, they would follow me everywhere I go. Fuck this life!

On the fourth day,...

I sneaked out into the garden because I was tired of seeing the maids' emotionless faces. I just needed some alone time.

I was laying down on the grass with a fresh breeze, I just couldn't get enough of the sun shining above even if was burning through my flesh.

Then I heard, a car pulled back into the backyard. I stood up quickly and peaked from the bushes. And there I saw a beautiful blonde girl with a pure face coming out of the car. She was gorgeous, I must say. She seemed to be in her 30s. But I thought she was similar to someone. Michael?