Office Intertwined⚝

Chapter 34 - The Obsession

In a dimly lit, cluttered room hidden away from prying eyes, Kass's father loomed like a phantom. His once well-kept appearance had deteriorated into a disheveled mess. Straggly gray hair framed his face, which bore a vacant expression. His eyes, once bright and full of life, had grown hollow, consumed by an obsession that had driven him to madness.

The room was a disorderly arrangement of chaos and disorder. Photographs of Kass covered the walls, each one meticulously placed and connected with blood-red strings. Her face, captured in various moments of her life, appeared again and again, forming a nightmarish mosaic. The strings crisscrossed the room, connecting Kass to other figures in her life, like a malevolent spider spinning a web of intrigue.

A looming sense of malevolence hung in the air as Kass's father stared at the web of connections, his eyes never wavering from his daughter's image. His fingers twitched with a manic fervor as he muttered to himself incoherently, lost in the twisted labyrinth of his own mind.

The intruder, his face etched with fear and anxiety, burst through the door into a dimly lit and oppressive room. 

The air was thick with tension, and the very atmosphere seemed to weigh down on him. He stammered, struggling to explain his failure to Kass's father, his voice trembling as he felt his boss's gaze fixated on him with a menacing, swirling intensity, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

Kass's father's reaction was nothing short of chilling. He muttered in a fit of psychotic rage, his voice growing more deranged with each passing second. His eyes bore into the intruder with a malevolent, predatory intensity, the room feeling like a cage closing in on the hapless man.

Desperation laced the intruder's voice as he pleaded, "Please, no! I'll try again! I won't fail you!" But his pleas were met with cold indifference. Kass's father raised a gun, the cold steel reflecting an eerie glint, and a sinister smile curled on his lips. With an unsettling calm, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshot reverberated through the room, its deafening sound mingling with the intruder's anguished scream. Pain coursed through his body, and he collapsed to the floor, his wounded leg throbbing with searing agony. The room seemed to spin as he writhed in torment, his cries echoing in the oppressive darkness.

Kass's father remained unfeeling, unfazed by the intruder's suffering. He turned his back on the wounded man, lost in thought, his obsession consuming him. The room was soon filled with the ominous sounds of approaching men, who appeared like shadows in the dim light. With ruthless efficiency, they dragged the writhing intruder out of the room, leaving Kass's father to continue his sinister plotting in eerie silence.

He was consumed by his thoughts, a relentless storm tearing at the edges of his sanity, relentlessly breaking him down. The desperation to reach her, to feel her presence, clawed at his insides, threatening to shatter him completely.