Obsession

Chapter 23

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Hurt. Everything was hurting. I found it difficult for me just to open my eyes. But soon as I could, I found myself in a red Room. Almost everything was red, including the sheets that were laying heap on my body.

Sitting up slowly, I checked myself as if a limb was missing. Then the realization hit me, Henry tried to kiss me, and- and- a mystery man beat him up.

'Click' my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the opening door. The opening door was followed by a man, he was the one who beat Henry, and h- he- also slapped me.

My breath hitched as those grey eyes settled upon me.

"I see you're awake," his voice crept chills all the way down my spine.

My throat dried up taking in his neat appearance. There's no way this Adonis had to be someone I know, someone with... A Gun. A gun!?

For the first time, I was scared for my life. He started walking toward me and I backed up towards the bedpost while tugging my hands in front of me in a protective way. He slowly sat down on the bed and touched my foot that was under the cover. I quickly yanked it off making him growl.

He continued to touch and grab my feet gently with one hand. I yanked his hands off and brought my knees to my chest. All I knew was fear. And yet his handsome face wasn't helping me at all. He sighed and looked down at my feet, put down the gun on the other end of the bed, and gently approached and pulled my feet in his hand placing them on his lap.

I just stared at him... puzzled.

"Listen, I know you might have many questions," He said while rubbing my toes with his thumb. "I'll answer all of your questions once you calm down," The calmness in his voice had almost soothed me.

I didn't dare to speak because I knew my smart mouth well. I didn't want to die... yet...

"Call me Michael. Okay?" he smiled at me.

I was lost in thoughts. What I was doing here? If he kidnapped me, what was his real purpose? My parents weren't that rich to trade me with money. Damn, was I going to die?

"Vivan?" Alarms went off upon hearing him mumble my name. What the heck?! How did he know my name?! I furrowed my eyes and I felt the rage inside me. Damn, Vivan. Focus!

"What I'm doing here?" I snapped at him.

"I'm keeping you. You will be staying with me," he added, "Here," The calmness in his tone and the determination set in his glazing eyes terrified me to the core.

"An-and why is that? I don't even know you!" I snapped angrily.

"You can get to know me, later. We have plenty of time," he said amused this time.

"Listen, Mister, I don't know who the hell you are or what I'm doing here. So, I'm leaving," I said and tried to get up but his hands were holding my feet tightly.

His chest was heaving up and down as if he was trying to calm himself. Then he suddenly climbed on top of me making me scream and hit him.

"Shhh. Shh. Calm down," he said while pinning my hands down on the bed. I noticed he was trying to be gentle with me but no. His weight was crushing my body.

He patted my hair and smiled while gripping both of my hands in his hand. I felt the back of my eyes burn.

"Let me go. I wanna go home!!!" I screamed.

"But you're home now, baby girl," he smirked.

"Don't call me names you freaking sick bastard," I seethed and tried to wiggle out from him.

I could see his eyes darkening, "What did you just call me?" He suddenly gripped my chin in a painful way that I gasped out for help.

I knew I was fucked up. How could I be so stupid? Damn, Vivan, cooperate if you wanna live. I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet swallowing my sobs. His grip on my chin was loosened up slowly.

"Shhhh. I'll let this aside because it was your first time. Okay, baby girl?" He said while rubbing his thumb under my chin. What a psychotic bipolar asshole!!!

"Please, just let me go home, I swear I won't tell anyone about this," I sobbed desperately, scared of what would he do to hurt me again.

His eyes glazed over me and blankly stared at me as if he couldn't hear my pleas.

"So beautiful," he said while tapping his finger on my lips. He leaned in and sucked on my lips forcefully again. He kept on hungrily sucking and licking my lips while tugging my wrists down the mattress with one hand.

He ran his hands through my hair while sucking the life out of me. I couldn't breathe as his face was tucking on my face completely. I mumbled pleas that I couldn't breathe properly.

As almost I could die, he pulled away with a wide grin on his face, and let go of my hands. I sucked in a breath and coughed as my lungs were on fire. I just wanted to wipe that face off him.

I was beyond angry. How dare he was?!!!! I slapped him again. "Go to hell, you bastard!!"

He swiftly grabbed my neck in his hand tight in a warning manner. "Watch your mouth," he said slowly.

I was scared that his grip was tightening as seconds passed. "What do you want from me? " I snapped at him.

"That's an interesting question," he said with a smirk. He slowly let go of my neck.

I felt all the heat rushing up to my forehead as I saw him grabbing his gun and hovering over me again. He rubbed the gun along my jawline making me whimper in fear. "You will find out soon, my love," He mumbled looking down at my lips while licking his lips.

"I swear my parents don't have much money. You wouldn't get much money for my sake, please. I wouldn't tell anyone.. please," I tried to reason with him but my lungs seem giving up.

His eyes darkened and he got off me. He sat down next to me and pulled my legs to him again. He kissed my feet and said while looking at me with those scary yet beautiful grey eyes, " You're mine," then he stood up leaving me in that room locked.....

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"The insensate one would never miss a trail of consolation for their deeds. As if... nature trained them to be..."