𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮?

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 40

Brahms was captivated as Evelyn gracefully sank into the bathtub, his gaze fixated on her every motion. With each passing second, his heart raced and his palms grew damp with anticipation. His adoration for Evelyn had transformed into an all-consuming obsession, compelling him to observe her every action.

As Evelyn closed her eyes and reclined into the soothing warmth of the water, Brahms couldn't help but be awestruck by her exquisite beauty. Her lustrous, ebony locks cascaded around her, while her supple skin radiated a gentle glow in the soft, muted illumination of the bathroom. The desire to reach out and caress her, to experience the sensation of her velvety skin against his fingertips, surged within him. Yet, he understood the delicate nature of the moment they shared, and he dared not jeopardize it by crossing any boundaries.

Evelyn's eyes fluttered open, and there he was, standing before her. It was as if she could sense his presence all along. The air crackled with an undeniable tension, and Brahms felt his heart leap in his chest. At that moment, he knew he had to find a way to express his true feelings for Evelyn. For years, Brahms had been silently in love with her, but fear had held him back from confessing his emotions. Instead, he had resorted to observing her from a distance, hoping that one day he would gather the courage to make her his own.

But Evelyn, ever the dominant one in their relationship, rolled her eyes at his longing gaze. She relished in the power she held over him, knowing that she could easily manipulate him to bend to her will. It had only been a week since their game night at the Heelshire's house, and already Brahms was clinging to her, desperate for her forgiveness.

Her arm still bore the wound from that night, a reminder of the pain she had endured. It had taken him a full week to earn her forgiveness, and Evelyn reveled in the control she had over him. She loved how effortlessly she could make him follow her every command, and she had no intention of relinquishing that power anytime soon.

"Evie?" Brahms called out, concerned by her sudden silence. She turned to him, her gaze piercing through his very being. She had just returned to the Heelshire's house with a grand plan in mind, and she didn't want anything to distract her. However, she couldn't deny the thrill of playing chess with Brahms. Especially when she can play him as her pawn. As she locked eyes with him, she asked, "Fancy another game?"

Brahms eagerly nodded his head, his excitement palpable. "Get Greta ready then." And just like that, he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Evelyn couldn't help but look up at him in awe as he rushed out of the bathroom to prepare for their game.

They have had Malcolm and Greta for that whole week. During that entire week, Malcolm and Greta the two were treated like life-sized dolls, being fed, dressed, and even teased. However, Evelyn's desires had evolved beyond this routine. She yearned for something that would challenge Brahms as well, especially considering the events of that unforgettable night. As she meticulously cleaned herself for the next ten minutes, she eagerly awaited Brahms's return who provided her with a fresh outfit and undergarments.

They moved into her bedroom. As Brahms helped Evelyn with her hair, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through his veins. He had been infatuated with her for months, admiring her from afar and dreaming of the day when he could finally be close to her. And now, as he stood behind her, his fingers delicately weaving through her locks, he felt like he was living in a dream.

Evelyn, for her part, seemed to be enjoying the attention. She hummed softly as Brahms worked, her eyes closed in bliss. She had always found him to be a kind and gentle soul, and she appreciated the way he treated her with such care and tenderness. As Brahms finished up with her hair, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Evelyn turned to face him, a small smile on her lips.

"Thank you, Brahms," she said softly. "You always know what I like." Brahms beamed with pride, his heart swelling with joy. He had always wanted to make Evelyn happy, and it seemed like he was succeeding.

As Brahms led her carefully down the stairs to where he had prepared their victim for her next game. Evelyn can't help but think about their 'relationship,' just how far they had become since young. Their relationship was a twisted dance of power and control, with Evelyn always taking the lead. She reveled in her ability to manipulate Brahms, using her cunning and charm to bend him to her will. It was a game to her, a thrilling and intoxicating game where she held all the cards.

Evelyn's twisted nature knew no bounds. She delighted in weaving intricate webs of deceit, using Brahms as her puppet to carry out her darkest desires. With every lie she spun, she could see the flicker of excitement in Brahms' eyes, a testament to his unwavering devotion to her. He was her willing accomplice, blindly following her every command, his infatuation growing deeper with each passing day.

Brahms, on the other hand, was consumed by his obsession with Evelyn. He was captivated by her enigmatic allure, unable to resist her magnetic pull. Her every word and action held him in a trance, her manipulations only fuelling his desire for her. He willingly surrendered himself to her whims, finding solace in the twisted love they shared.

Neither were good for each other but: "That what makes it more fun," she mutters. Smiling it off to Brahms when he gave her a questioning look.