his dark obsession

broken and mine

Angelmarie's POV...

Angelmarie felt no relief as she watched Vladimir disappear from the doorway. Tick tock, what the fuck does that mean? She thought, moving from the window to the edge of the bed. Her mind raced as she tried to map out a way out of the house, but she came up empty.

She slowly removed her clothes until she was in her bra and panties, then made her way to the queen-sized bed. Slipping under the covers, she leaned back into the pillows, focusing on not falling asleep. But it was hard; the car ride and tense silence had been draining, and she had barely slept in the last three days. Her eyes grew droopy, and she soon fell into Dreamland, her fucked-up subconscious taking over.

Hours later, the rustling of heavy footsteps sounded throughout the room.

"Tick tock, time's up, kitten." A deep voice spoke within the darkness. Angel's brow furrowed in her sleep as she tried to sit up, but she was too tired. Her head was pounding, and her limbs felt like cement. Dark laughter pierced the unlit room, and Angel rolled over, eyeing the dark figure standing near the foot of the bed. Fear grew in her chest.

"Time for you to see the monster you're forever destined to be with, baby." The figure said as she fought to keep her eyes open, feeling a needle prick her neck. Her eyes grew heavy as she drifted off to sleep.

Angelmarie's POV...

I felt all my senses heighten as I began to open my eyes. My eyelids felt so heavy, like something was weighing them down. I looked around the sterilized steel room I was in, trying to figure out where I was. It smelled of bleach and looked like it had just been cleaned. Fuck...

I groaned, trying to move my stiff hands above my head, discovering they were bound in cuffs. My wrists were raw, and I could feel the cold metal biting into my skin. Vladimir... My throat was so dry it felt like a desert in my mouth. I heard a cracking sound before I screamed, "BLOODY FUCKING MURDER!"

I tried moving, but my hands wouldn't budge. I felt like my back was on fire. I turned my head just as I felt another hit on my back. From my side view, I saw Vladimir holding what looked like a whip made of leather. A thin sheen of sweat was visible under his shirt, which was hanging open, making me wonder if he was aroused by my pain.

I stilled as the whip made contact with my back and legs, making me scream out. It hurt so damn much. I felt the burning pain everywhere; it was searing my skin.

"Vladimir, Vladimir, please stop, baby, please." I begged.

I was only in my panties and strapless bra, my hair hanging loosely around my head. Vladimir had placed it like an open curtain over both shoulders, so my back was fully exposed to him. Every inch of my body was open to him and his abuse, and every inch of my body hurt so much. I coughed, trying to catch my breath. I had no energy; I was just dangling from a cable, the tips of my feet slightly touching the ground. The strikes only got harsher, my broken sobs filling the metal room as Vladimir continued. He never stopped.

This went on for about an hour. My screams were reduced to whimpers. My body was at its breaking point, and my mind was slipping into a headspace where I was mixing pain with pleasure. Instead of taking pity on me, Vladimir was fueled by my pleas for mercy as he moved from my back to my front, giving it the same attention.

Vladimir's POV...

After I injected her with a sleeping agent, I knew I had about two hours to prep her. I picked up her limp body from the bed and took her to my basement, which I had transformed into my own punishment room—a room made of steel where I had brought a few women to hear them scream before I slaughtered them like cattle. But I wouldn't kill my queen; I only planned to break her fucking stubbornness. She would learn that her life was not her own anymore; it was mine, just as mine was hers. She was my everything, and I was her fucking sanity. It was time she learned that.