Love Or Obsession?

The wrong man

-Author's P.O.V.

"Hello?! Is anybody outside?? I need to used the washroom. OPEN THE CHAINS!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs after getting defeated in breaking free from the chains on her own.

Her screams accompanied by the rattling of chains was heard by someone. She heard a pair of heels clicking against the floor, coming closer to her room and stopping just outside the door. The knob of the door turned, as someone pushed it open revealing a woman.

She had flaming red coloured, mid-shoulder length hair. Her eyes were the shade of hazel, complementing the color of her hair. A light harmless smile tugged on her lips but her face showed no emotions which made her smile just psychotic. She wore a black tank top, and a leather jacket over it, combining with a pair of black jeans and a pencil heel.

"Yes. What're you shouting for?" She asked, 'politely'

"Who... again?" Bella's eyes narrowed as she studied her face for a second.

"Oh my bad. The name's Mitchelle. And don't bother to tell me yours, Bella" She walked toward her, "Though, its pleasure to finally make your acquaintance" She stopped just beside.

"Wish I could say the same but I'm not really in a condition to do so" Bella's forced sarcasm made her smirk even wider. "Whatever... just get me out of these" she sighed.

"Sure" She worked on the locks of her chain, "I don't know if it is obvious but..." the lock clicked open, falling off her hand. "....If you try to run, I'll be the first person to break every single bone in your body" she said so casually, dropping the chains on the ground.

Bella gulped down as fear built inside her, seeing her harmless face which suddenly seemed to be more harmful than anyone she ever met. She pushed off to the ground, walking inside the washroom, meanwhile Michelle settled herself on the edge of the bed.

After a few minutes, Bella came outside only to find Michelle sitting against the bed headrest, flipping the pages of a magazine.

"What're you still doing here?" Bella asked, discontent visible on her face.

"Here to chain you back" she said without turning her eyes to her. "Now be a doll, and get back here" she put down the magazine, giving her a pretentious smile as she jumped down the bed.

Bella sighed, walking back to the bed and willingly offered her hand, instead Michelle just chained her one leg with a long metal chain that covers almost the entire length of the room. So that Bella could walk around freely, but not enough to escape.

"You aren't gonna chain my hands?" Her eyebrows raised, but Michelle just shooke her head. "Aren't you afraid I'm gonna run?" Bella scoffed.

"Try it. I'd love the opportunity to torture you. Won't it be fun?" Her answer made her jaw clench in anger.

"What do you have against me For God's sake?" Bella spat, eyeing her hatefully.

"You just look like a person I wouldn't like. Its nothing personal, Bella" she chuckled a humorous laugh, before walking out of the room.

Shutting the door behind her, Michelle scoffed a breath and walked over to the sofa, plopping down leisurely.

"Innocent face? Just Pretentious a bitch she is" she spat, hatefully.

Next morning

"Hello, Sir?!" A man stood over Alfredo's collapsed figure over his mother's grave.

"Oh hello? God wake up!" He shaked his shoulder.

Alfredo flinched terribly, his body suddenly turned defensive. He turned his head only to find the caretaker of graveyard standing there, looking extremely annoyed with Alfredo's presence.