Obsession Of A Psychopath ☠︎︎

Chapter 33: The Past

Zack smiled warmly as he approached the lavish hotel room door, his heart fluttering with anticipation. “Hey, you actually came to see me,” the woman exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she swung the ornate door wide open.

“You said you had something you wanted to show me,” Zack reminded her, stepping into the opulent suite. The familiar scent of artisanal candles enveloped him, a heady mix that stirred something deep within. He shook off the nervousness creeping in, following her through the elegantly furnished space.

“Where exactly are you taking me? What do you want to show me?” he asked, a nagging feeling prickling at the back of his mind.

“Come on, it’s something I’ve been thinking about trying with you,” she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. She opened a door, revealing a dimly lit bedroom. Shadows danced across the walls, illuminated only by the warm flicker of premium scented candles. It took a moment for Zack to register what lay before him—a luxurious bed adorned with an array of high-end sex toys, exclusive bondage gear, and sleek designer whips.

“W-what the hell is this?” Zack stammered, his signature smile faltering as confusion washed over him.

“Last time we had sex, it was really mind-blowing. I thought maybe trying something new would add some spice,” she explained, her excitement palpable.

Zack’s expression hardened. “I’m not into BDSM,” he said firmly, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Oh, come on, it’s not even the nasty stuff,” she replied, lifting a pair of handcuffs from the bed. “We could start simple. You know, last time you topped the entire time, so tonight, let me take the lead.”

A cold sweat broke out on Zack’s forehead, his body trembling as he fought to maintain his composure. He felt a primal urge to escape, to flee the scene unfolding before him.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, chilling him to the bone. “Just relax and let us take care of everything else. Just enjoy yourself.” Memories surged, dragging him back to a past he desperately tried to forget.

“Zack, are you okay? You look a bit pale,” the woman said, her brow furrowing with concern as she noticed his wide, shocked eyes.

Panic flooded him, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, he turned on his heel and dashed out of the hotel room, leaving her bewildered and calling after him.

Outside, the cool night air hit him like a slap, but it did little to quell the storm inside. As he staggered to a corner, his stomach churned violently. He doubled over, retching onto the pavement, the night dark and unforgiving around him.

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows. A woman with rich chocolate skin stepped forward, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, her voice soothing yet firm.

Zack looked up, his vision blurring. “I… I’m fine,” he stammered, panic clawing at his insides.

“You don’t look so good. Should I call for an ambulance?” she asked, glancing around for help.

Zack quickly shook his head. The woman crouched down in front of him, her presence calming. “You’re okay, you’re safe. Just take deep breaths,” she coached, her voice steady.

With each breath, the world around him began to settle. The panic receded slightly, but the shadows of his earlier experience lingered.

After a while, his breathing steadied. He took the opportunity to pull out his phone from his pocket, but his hands trembled so much that she gently took it from him. “Who should I call for you?” she asked, her tone encouraging.

“H-Hunter, he should be on my most recent,” Zack replied, his heart racing.

Mandie scrolled through his contacts, her fingers moving with purpose. When Hunter finally picked up, Mandie’s voice was laced with urgency. “Hey, this is Mandie. I’m calling on behalf of Zack. I found him in the alley near the hotel. He was feeling unwell, but he’s doing a bit better now. Can you come get him?”

“Mandie,” Hunter repeated, concern threading through his voice.

“Yes, that’s right. Zack told me to call you.”

“Tell me the address. I’ll be there shortly,” Hunter stated.

After hanging up, Mandie returned the phone to Zack. “He’ll be here shortly,” she said, her tone reassuring.

“Thank you, really,” Zack murmured, gratitude spilling out despite his shaken state.

“Don’t mention it. Seriously, I don’t deserve it,” she replied, a faint smile breaking through her concern.

As they waited, Zack focused on her presence. Now that his mind was clearer, he finally recognized her—Amanda’s best friend. A chuckle escaped him at the fateful encounter, the night feeling less daunting with her by his side.

Hunter finally arrived half an hour later. As they drove through the darkened streets, Zack felt the shadows of his past creeping back into his mind, pulling him deeper into an abyss. Memories from when he was fourteen began to surface—moments that had left him vulnerable and scarred.

The car sped along, but Zack was trapped in a haze of haunting recollections. He could almost hear the whispers, feel the unwanted touch, and experience the paralyzing fear all over again. His hands trembled in his lap, and he struggled to draw a steady breath.

Suddenly, he found himself back on that fateful evening.