Obsession

Chapter 5

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5.
"Babygirl?" I knew I would regret it later. But what choice did I ever have?

I couldn't let him do whatever he wants, at least to not let him terminate the hope that was dedicated to my freedom. He had destroyed my life, but if I just collapse, that would work in his favour.. it seemed exactly what he was trying to achieve.

I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. I could sacrifice this. First, I needed to distract him.

One year of my life had been wasted while I had been doing nothing but cry. And he had been taunting me to the point I got comfortable in his presence Only. He was more like a toddler sometimes. He would calm down after getting what he wanted, and he made sure of getting that, one way or another.

I shut my eyes in disgust and leaned more to him. He froze for a while as he picked me up by my legs making me climb onto him. He placed me flat onto the bed never breaking the kiss. I could feel his breathing getting deeper as seconds passed.

His hands flexed painfully in my scalp as he groaned. He had again straddled me as he kept pinching everywhere on my body.

The ache in my legs became numb because of his weight. I squirmed under him. " M-Micheal... I-I can't b-breathe,''

But he never listened.

Then he bit my bottom lip drawing blood. The pain was unbearable. The time I felt I was in thin air, he pulled away with a big grin on his face. I sucked in my breath and pulled as much air as I could.

I could feel my own taste of blood. It was sickening. " You are such a terrible kisser,'' he breathed out and attacked me again.

When he finally moved away, I couldn't move from my spot. My face was burning with pure anger and disgust. He had been taunting me with physical intimation, but now, he was trying to get me cooperative.

I heard him showering...

He was humming loudly with occasional laughs.
I've never seen him in such away.

I curled into the ball. I felt so vulnerable. I couldn't imagine him hurting me right now. I didn't want him anywhere near me. But he would never leave me be in peace. He would eventually find a way to hurt me, degrade me, debase my self-respect a little more.

The shower had stopped, indicating he was done, indicating he would be here at any moment.

I felt him tugging me on my waist as he set me on his lap. This agenda and routines were sickening as private as they were, just him and I, stuck in this place.

He wiped my face with a towel and held my hair in a bundle as he tugged the strands away from my face towards the back of my ears. That was so sickening...

" Hey, shhhh, "

"who is daddy's good girl? " He hummed.

"You are daddy's good girl," he hummed again as he nuzzled into my neck.

There was dead silence before he sighed intensively. " Come on. Let's eat," he said and fed me as usual.

I quietly ate the food. And he made me feed him. After that, he kissed my forehead and grabbed my chin just to stare at my face. " I have a surprise for you," He gently wiped my mouth clean with the napkin, " You're a good girl right?"

I just stared at him until he grabbed my ass, and put his lips dangerously close to mine. " Yes," I whispered against his lips.

" A reward for a good girl," he mumbled and nibbled on my bottom lip. " Are you going to behave for, daddy?"

I nodded, gulping, the firm grip of his hand on my bum wasn't helping me at all. He seems pleased, as he gave me a light pat on my bum. " Good girl," he gave me a peck before he left.

After he left, I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

I lay in the jacuzzi and lost in thoughts.' My family would think of me as a dead person. Will they miss me? Did they try finding me?'

Tears rolled down my cheeks again. That was what I had been up to...sleep, eat, cry, lay in the bathtub, and feel sorry for myself when he wasn't around.

I was here alone with a psychopath helplessly.
Bipolar, arrogant, cruel man. He was getting worse day by day. I knew I was in no condition to fight against him, and no matter how it repeatedly crossed my thoughts, I could never suppress the mild panic attack coming to resurface again.

I lied there hours, I didn't know how long. The water runs cold. I felt lost. What was his next plan?? What was he planning???

A knock interrupts me... I knew that was a maid.
I shouted at her, " Go away!"

" Ma'am, it's sir's order,'' she said nervously.

" Ughh,'' I groaned. I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom.

There I saw a maid holding medium size box. She placed the box on the table and asked, " Anything else, ma'am?"

" No,'' I said coldly. I didn't hate the person I had become, because simply, I couldn't.

How could I feel extra-sorry for another beating heart, when I, myself was down in the pit? In survival mode, if I guessed it right, the manners weren't in my terms.

Patience or energy to feel such sympathy and empathy towards the individuals who turned blind eyes to my state Is Non-existent!

She vowed and stepped out. Oh yeah. She locked the door, of course.

There was a letter in the box.

"Wear the dress. As I said, I would reward you, my love. Wait for me. I'll see you around 5. I've instructed the maids to help you to prepare. I hope you will behave. Don't make daddy mad. I love you so much, baby girl. I'll take you out on a date.

P.S:: By the way, I would love to have another terrible kiss.

Daddy."

I frowned at the letter. This man...

But that was a chance. Finally a chance??? I huffed a huge intake of breath. This could be god's sign, this could be my ticket to my freedom! ' Yes, Yes, Yes!' I whispered yelled.

" You can't lock me up forever, Micheal,"
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"As she tangled the mess up in a cruel fate of arcade, win or lose, the price wouldn't be overdue."