His Dark Obsession

Chapter 16: Her.

Nine. 

That's how many yellow cars I've counted so far. We've been driving for just over an hour, and despite being bored, the scenery around here is absolutely beautiful. It's full of bright green fields, high mountains painted with snow and I've spotted a few deer running together.

Damon has been serenading me with old rock songs too, not that I mind at all. Seeing this side of him is nice, it makes him more human. He's just finished a Foo Fighters marathon, and we're now driving along a country road with blossom trees blooming either side of us.

"I need a piss," he mutters.

"You better not piss in a bottle," I remark. 

I'm very jealous that men can just whip their dick out and easily piss anywhere they want. They don't have to worry about it trickling down onto their shoe or worry about a spider crawling up their ass while squatting.

 He grins, "That'd be funny. I'll tell Matt it's apple juice."

I scoff, "You're disgusting," although I can't hide the slight chuckle I let out.

"There's a side road coming up, I'll pull in there," he says as he clicks his neck, groaning in response.

I know that feeling all too well right now. My back aches, and my legs feel numb. We haven't stopped driving so haven't moved for an hour, and that may not sound like very long but in a car it makes a hell of an impact.

"I'm going to get out and stretch my legs while you do," I say.

I see that smirk on his face come back immediately, and he glances at me with his devious blue pools, "You want some help with that, sweetheart?"

I shake my head and smile to myself as I feel my cheeks flush red, "I walked right into that one, huh?"

He chuckles, then reaches out to push a button on his dash.

"Call JJ," he speaks, and instantly a dial rings through the speakers of the car.

After a few rings, the call is answered, and instead of JJ's voice I hear Maisie, "Hello?" she chimes.

"Fuck, JJ, did your balls shrink back into you?" Damon remarks.

I chuckle, and hear JJ say "fuck you," in the background.

"I'm pulling off to a side road, I need to take a leak," Damon turns the car as we arrive at the road, and I unfasten my seatbelt.

"Okay, there's a petrol station about ten minutes from here, we need to fill up so we'll meet you there," Maisie says.

"Alright, see you there," Damon shuts off the car which ends the call, and unfastens his belt. Before he opens the door, he looks at me with a playful yet... menacing look, "Don't get lost, little rabbit," he smirks.

I bite my bottom lip; I've noticed he loves giving me these little nicknames.

"Rabbit or dove? You can't seem to choose" I question.

"I don't have to choose; you suite both. Little dove when I want to cherish you, little rabbit when I want to hunt you," he winks, then gets out the car before I can respond.

Fuck, he knows what he does to me and I hate it.

I watch him walk off into the trees, then I get out the car myself and allow my body a well needed stretch. I feel like a fucking statue, like I looked into Medusa's eyes and my limbs are slowly becoming stone.

I notice the few empty packets of sweets that are scattered along the bottom of my footwell, Damon and I devoured them within twenty minutes of the drive. I bend down and pick them up; this looks like a dog walking path, so I assume there'll be a bin somewhere down the trail.