Obsession

Chapter 8

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8.
I could feel a hand over my head, patting soothingly, untangling my hair with a soft touch. Am I still alive? I guessed I was. The excruciating pain imploring my back proved it already.

Dry tears were on my face. The familiar pain, the feeling I would never get used to... I was laying on my stomach. Damn. I hated all these things. Why me? What did I ever do to face such?

There was Micheal, stroking my head and humming, "You brought it upon yourself, baby doll. I warned you, didn't I, "

I stayed still as I didn't have the energy to crack a sound either, leaving me no room for my smart mouth. It felt like a desert on my tongue.

I heard him sighed as he got up from the bed. My relief was short-lived as he came back just in a few minutes. I subconsciously groaned in annoyance. Son of a... Ughhh. My head hurts the most.

I felt him pulling me up by my shoulder, and that's where I groaned in pain and sent him a glare. But all he did was force a glass of water on my lips with a frown. Normally, I would take a gulp and spit it at his face.

But it was really dry inside my mouth that I compressed my anger and drank the water in all one go. Of course, I didn't miss the look of satisfaction on his smug face. I didn't realize if I was able to hate a person that much.

My hands were shaking with anger. And he observed my hands, with a frown. Did he just not do that?

That fuçking expression pretending not to know about any shit. I hated when he acted such.
He couldn't be acting like a Mr.nice guy after beating me up to a pulp. But he did like he always does.

I raised a question, "Why me?"

I could feel myself shaking from restraining myself not to do something stupid. My blood started to boil and asked him again. "Why the fuck am I here to do nothing? And to tolerate all of your ill-treatments?"

There goes his infamous half-smirk as he pushed the strands off my shoulder and pulled me up to him. "Because I want you to be a good girl for me. Bad little girls should be punished by Daddy,"

" I didn't even know you. And- And you are here, torturing me whatever you want? " I asked while raising my tone.

I could see his eyes darkened. He leaned forward his head and our breaths were fanning. "Watch your smart mouth, baby girl,"

I couldn't think straight so I asked him, " What do you want??? Money??! Want to kill me? Just- Just tell me what can do to stop you doing such to me!?" I whisper-yelled.

He nuzzled into my neck and replied with a low tone almost whispering, " I want you, badly. Every damn time, even single second, it's all of yours that I want,"

His hand went down there onto my stomach through my shirt and up to my neck as he gripped on my neck, " Yes, baby, sometimes I think I want to kill you,"

I could see the glint in his eyes as he enjoyed how uncomfortable I was under his touch as his words terrified me more, "But that's not the point. I just want you to submit to me, and- "

he paused and continued, " You're just trying being a bad.. bad girl and think you could run away from me,"

" Just obey my words, baby doll. Okay?" He said running his hands through his messy hair.

That's it and I raised my tone unable to control myself. "Till when? I've been here for over one year!! And you are torturing me every single day-"
I flinched as Michael growled.

"You should be thankful that I haven't taken you fully. You wouldn't know how it was hard for me to control myself from fucking you every place in this house," he growled.

I gasped and looked down, feeling super uncomfortable to face him. Why he would always turn my anger into embarrassment every single time?!!

His chuckles filled up the room making me shiver. He passed me a wet kiss on my forehead and walked out of the room with a wink.

And Locked the door...

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