Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Riley

"What did he do to you, huh?" Ryan said as I leaned against a tree, holding me at gunpoint as I stared up at him, cheek throbbing from his punch earlier. "What did Paris do to you that I couldn't have done better?"

He kneeled down beside me.

"Did he fuck you?" Ryan questioned. "Put his dick inside you? I did that. I fucked you to oblivion, you never loved it. Did I really need to grab your hair and shove your head back? Bite your daintily little neck while I thrusted inside you?"

I glared at him despite disgust clogging my airways. "I never loved you."

He shoved my head back against the tree, making me cry out as he threaded his fingers roughly through my hair. "You like playing games, don't you? Like I've been playing your life like a game?"

I never answered, refusing to let him get in my head.

My heart was hammering against my chest when he pulled a knife out from his pocket, making me suck in a breath when he trailed it lightly across my throat.

"You're sick," I spat despite the silent threat. "You're the one? YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS TO ME? What have I done to you, Ryan? What have I DONE?"

He slapped me across the face, making me cry out when he caught my hair and nearly ripped out the strands when he forced me to face him. "What have you done?" he whispered to me. "You're mine, Riley. You always have been."

"I WAS NEVER YOURS!" I screamed. "I NEVER BELONGED TO YOU!"

He slapped me across the face again, and pulled me back with the same harsh force. "Don't talk back to me like that," he hissed. "You fucking cunt."

I glared at him then. "I was never yours," I repeated slowly, loving how his eyes glowed in anger. "Never," I repeated, "ever. Ever. EVER. All this time," I told him, breath shuttering as his previous giving gaze was now replaced with a cold, emotionless one, "all this time it's been you? When Bella died you comforted me in your own little way. When Claire almost died you did the same. You told me today that killing myself wasn't worth it. Was it all an act? Was it all an ACT?"

He stared at me then, and I watched as he moved close to me, whispering menacingly, "Riley—Riley—Riley. You're mine, Riley. You're mine. I'm not letting you give yourself to hell, or to your friends, or to your family. You're mine, Riley. All MINE. Since we were kids you've been mine. Since we started going here, MINE. Now don't you get it?"

"I'm not yours," I told his cold, twisted mind, "I never was. I belong to me, and I belong to Paris."

His eyes darkened at the name of my fiancé. "Well... if you were going to kill yourself, anyway, I'd let you now, but... I don't think so. No. It would be more fun to torture your life out of you, wouldn't it, Riley?" He shoved himself to me. "With all this... EMOTIONAL TORMENT you'd given me."

"That was all YOU," I answered. "I never asked you to BECOME A COLD, HEARTLESS, PSYCHOPATH."

He slapped me hard across the face then, and I cried out once more.

But he then glared up at me. "I'm going to love murdering you, Riley."

I stared up at him as he leaned forward to hover his face over mine.

"Slowly," he said, "I'll murder you. I'll slice you open over and over again until you start begging for mercy, and then I won't stop until all of your beautiful blood leaves your body. And then I'll dismember you piece by piece and scatter your entrails all over the city. And then Paris is next. Oh, I'd love killing him. Worse than you, you know."

But I grabbed a loop in his jeans where something stiff stood, pulling him closer as I whispered, "Then do it, pussy."

He glared at me, shoving me away as he reached for his gun.

But the movement of him pulling away made the object I grabbed in his jeans come free, and I smiled as I flipped the pocket knife open and swiped it toward him.

I aimed for his neck, but he flinched.

And I sliced his eye instead, making him scream and fall back.

I kept a hold on the knife as I shot up and darted away from his pained screaming.