Obsession

Chapter 36

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I gained my consciousness only to encounter assault over my body.

My whole body was already aching and here, that bastard pressed me into bed and continued his assaults. He was hurting me...

I groaned and he seemed to notice that I was awake. He stopped and stared at me.

The effect of that chemical was coming down full force on me with a terrible headache. Then I remembered what happened. Was he going to kill Mateo? Or did he already kill him?

"Kiss me back now since you are awake now," I felt him tugging on my severely sore lips.

There was no point in making him angry more. I slowly sucked onto his lips and he remained unresponsive. I tugged harder at his bottom lip in frustration.

Very soon, he tugged my hair and hungrily kissed me back, making me forget whose air I was breathing.

He let me breathe for a while but attacked me again. I tried to push him this time because I could feel the burning sensation on my lips. How long has this been going? He was doing this intentionally!

He didn't even budge and pinched my arms to get me open my mouth again.
"It hurts-. Please-. S-stop-" He sucked harshly along my jaw and neck surely leaving marks, despite my pleas.

"Say that you're mine," he whispered.

" I'm yours," I answered quickly but earned a growl-like sound. What the hell did this bastard want?

He stopped what he was doing and cupped my face. "You know that you lose the game, hm?" He cooed as he put his forehead on mine.

I gulped down slowly and nodded. Smart-mouthing would not be the best for now.

"You do care for that fucker, don't you?" Damien said calmly. I could see his dilated pupils... Not good.

"I-I just d-don't want anyone to die," I shattered staring at his hypnotic eyes.

His eyes bored into mine. "But you lose the game," Damien said while brushing my face with the back of his hand.

"N-No! I mean, please... " I shattered. Oh, I was screwed.

He said nothing and started kissing along my collarbone. I learned that I was still in my dirty pajamas and felt the chill creeping up on me despite the room being fairly warm.

His lips stopped where the tattoo was.

"Did you like the tattoo?" He mumbled against my skin.

Ughh. There was no way out for that kind of question made by him. He would surely hurt me no matter what my answer was. He was making out a reason to hurt me.

So, I decided to say the truth,
" No, I hate that,"

" You lie," Damien whispered while kissing on the tattoo.

"You will hurt me anyways," I mumbled with a poker face.

He said nothing but stared at my swollen lips again. He quickly snapped his head after a couple of seconds. "I own you. I can do whatever I want with you," he stated licking on the tattoo.

I huffed in annoyance. He was more like a pain in the ass.

"You hate me, don't you?" his eyes back at my face. "And you hate the tattoo," he seethed. "

I didn't know what to say. He was in his own fucked up delusion. Interrupting his words would make it worse only. There was no way out. I had to suffer his wrath sooner. More like pent-up frustrations.

I gasped as Damien suddenly started sucking on my soft skin where the tattoo was. He even bit it.

I turned my head away from him and bit down my tongue preventing myself from crying out. Crying and pleading would only encourage him right now.

After he was satisfied, he pulled away. And I was a crying mess from the pain.

"Is it the design? Is it because of it being the two bold letters "D.M" ? Is it because how I tricked you into getting the tattoo which in case you absolutely have no rights to reject in the first place?!! Should I have used your official position of DAMIEN MARTIN'S LITTLE BITCH?!!"

I tried to hold my sobs in but failed miserably. What the actual fuck was wrong with this unstable piece of shit?!

"Maybe you don't like it because it might be mistaken as 'Direct Message' ?  No pun intended though," his smile was of that uncanny vibe.

Twisted.

He suddenly yanked me by my hair and gripped my chin. "Do you like the tattoo or not???!!!" He yelled at my face.

"Yes, I liked it. Okay?!" I cried out.

He practically dragged me out of the room into the basement again. I was whimpering as my body was on fire.

He threw me into the basement again.
I looked up at Mateo who was still breathing slowly in the position as I left him. Being tied into the chair.

And when my vision finally cleared, that's when I realised it was not Mateo... Just someone with a similar features.

"Yes? You say yes? Then, why did you tempted to leave me??!!" Damien stood near my laying form and yelled towering over me.

He pulled out the gun in a swift motion and put the tip on the guy's temple making my eyes widen in fear.
"With this fucker?" He seethed and unlocked the safety ready to shoot him.

" I-I" I shattered.

"Say it!! Admit it you care for this fucker," he furiously yelled at me.

"I-I do not care for him,-" I was cut off by a bang.

Did he shoot this poor guy dead? No, but the guys thigh was now bleeding profusely. I covered my ears and cried out scooting away from both of them. The guy was whimpering.

"Tell me a good fucking reason not to kill this smut," Damien seethed.

" P-PLEASE, I'm sorry. Don't kill him. Please ..." I sobbed. This was too much for me. On top of being scared I was bawling my eyes out. All the familiar feelings of being trapped and helpless weighing down on me while I hyperventilated.

Damien walked towards me and pushed me into the wall further, " What will I get in return, my doll?"

That's it. I knew it. He was playing the game to trap me with my own words.

"W-What do y-you want?" I sobbed.

" Just a favor," he answered back excitedly.

I looked at him and saw the sadistic and psychotic glints in his eyes. He tugged away from the gun and instantly pulled me gently to get up and carried me upstairs as if nothing happened a moment ago.

He made me sit on the bed and kneeled in front of me. The intensity of his gaze making me want to kick him in the face but I knew better. I took a long heave of breath at him kissing my knuckles softly.
And replacing the feeling of his lips with a cloth.

I looked down at the silky plush of cloth he pushed into my hands.

" I'll give you ten minutes to calm down and I want you to come out with this."

I got up shakily and changed into that fancy dress in the wardrobe. A lingerie??? The length was way too short... I walked out uncomfortably, Damien was sitting on the couch leaning his back completely.

He had already closed the lights and only left the dim lamp-light open.

I couldn't see the expression in his face. The next three words he said made me froze.

"Strip for me,"

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A captive in clutches, wholly dependent, in exchange for mere existence _ owing _ serving a purpose of entertainment submission, and complete obedience.

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