Obsession Of A Psychopath ☠︎︎

Chapter 27: The Past

Third person POV

Zack smiled warmly as he approached the lavish hotel room door. "Hey, you actually came to see me," the woman excitedly exclaimed, opening the ornate door wide.

"You said you had something you wanted to show me," Zack reminded. The woman moved out of the way, allowing him to enter the opulent suite. As soon as Zack stepped in, a familiar, high-end scent enveloped his nose, making his heart race - the aroma of artisanal scented candles.

He shook off the nerves and continued walking, the woman leading the way through the elegantly furnished space. "Where exactly are you taking me? What do you want to show me?" Zack asked, a nagging feeling at the back of his head.

"Come on, it's something I've been thinking of trying with you," she excitedly stated. She opened a door, revealing the lavish, dimly lit bedroom. The room was shrouded in shadows, with only the warm, flickering glow of the premium scented candles providing light. It took a while for Zack to register the scene before him - the luxurious bed was covered in various high-end sex toys, exclusive bondages, and designer whips.

"W-what the hell is this?" Zack asked, trying to mask the intense sensation that came over him with his signature smile.

"Last time we had sex, it was really mind-blowing. I've never felt anything like that, so I thought maybe if we try something new today, it would add some spice," she commented.

Zack's expression shifted, and he said firmly, "I'm not into BDSM."

"Oh, come on, it's not even the nasty stuff," she said, picking up some handcuffs from the bed. "If you'd like, we can just start with simple things like handcuffs."

She continued, "Last time you topped the entire time, so today, let me take the lead tonight."

Zack's body began to tremble, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Try as he might, he couldn't keep up his calm façade. He wanted to leave, to get out of that place as soon as he could.

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears, making him completely freeze in his spot. "Just relax and let us take care of everything else. Just enjoy yourself," the voice from his past echoed.

"Zack, are you okay? You look a bit pale," the woman asked as soon as she noticed Zack almost gasping for air. His eyes were wide with shock.

Zack opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He suddenly turned around and dashed out of the hotel room, leaving the woman he had come to see confused by his sudden behavior.

Zack's body continued to tremble as he made his way out of the hotel. When he arrived outside, and the cool night air graced his nostrils, he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He walked to a corner and emptied the contents of his stomach. Once he was a bit calmer, he took out his phone and quickly dialed Hunter's number.

"Hello?" Hunter answered after a few rings.

Zack paused, not immediately answering.

"Zack, are you okay? What's going on?" Hunter asked, his concern evident.

"Hunter, can you come pick me up? I'm scared-I'm so scared. I don't want to be alone. Please," Zack pleaded, his voice trembling.