My Fixation- A Short Story (Fanfic from Between Us)

Chapter 3: The Capture

"PREM WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE PORTFOLIOS" I looked past P'Boun and saw a fat chubby lil turd. oh, the manager.

The manager was somewhat indescribable. He was a menacing old man with a receding hairline. The epitome of a mean-spirited old man. His wrinkled face wore a perpetual scowl, and his eyes glinted with disdain as he scrutinized every employee who dared cross his path. He ruled his domain with an iron fist, berating subordinates for the slightest mistakes and relishing in their discomfort. With a voice like gravel, he barked orders and criticisms, leaving his colleagues trembling in fear of his wrath. No one dared to challenge him, for his reputation for cruelty preceded him like a dark cloud. In the oppressive atmosphere he created, productivity faltered, and morale plummeted. Mr. Vilescorn was the embodiment of workplace misery, a spectre haunting the halls with his malevolent presence.

And so, he continued with his rant. I stood there still glancing at P'Boun. In the fleeting moment of a crowded room, our eyes inadvertently meet, sparking a silent connection that transcends the noise around us. In that split second, the world seems to slow down, and I catch a glimpse of something profound in their gaze. It's a bittersweet exchange, for in those eyes, I see the reflection of my unspoken feelings, mirrored yet unreciprocated. Despite the ache of unrequited love, there's a fragile beauty in this shared glance, a poignant reminder of the depth of emotion that can exist between two souls, even if it remains unfulfilled.

He interjected.

"Prem"

I gulped, his voice crawled into my skin.

"You will be my secretary from this day forth, a word if you may"

A secretary? I can't bear to look at this man for a minute, let alone utter the words of refusal.

He walked towards me, I couldn't look into his eyes. He took my hand and started dragging me into his office. His hands felt cold, really cold. Almost like a burn.

We ended up at the door of his office, a sense of relief was let out once he let go of my hand.

The tension was insufferable. A pin could be dropped and make a bellowing sound"

"S-So how have you been , P'Boun" trying to ease the tension.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"How have I been? You surely are joking right?" he snidely remarked.

He crept closer, there was inches between us.

He grabbed my hand and slammed me into the door.

"Ten years have passed since you walked away, leaving behind a trail of shattered promises and broken dreams. Yet, Your memory haunted him like a relentless specter, taunting me with what could have been."

He seethed with bitterness, his mind a battleground of fury and longing. Every passing day fueled his resentment, twisting his once tender feelings into a venomous hatred. He obsessed over his absence, his anger festering like a wound that refused to heal. How dare he abandon him, leaving him to wallow in the ruins of their love? His heart burned with fury, cursing his name as he stewed in the bitter broth of his own anguish.

"But I"

"I yearned for you, there wasn't a day I have slept peacefully without you haunting me. Everywhere I go, I saw glimpses of your trace. You sitting peaceful at the cafe, or at the library window. You seemed as if you would disappear the moment I let go, but you had disappeared long before that. I desire you and I have desired you".

"You could run to the other side of the world, and I would chase after you. No matter where you are, you can never move on from me. You belong to me, you always have and always will."

My legs weakened. This felt unreal, isn't this what I had always wanted yet why was this different.

"P', we ca-" he smashed his lips onto mine ever so passionately. His eyes locked in a primal gaze, a silent agreement passing between us, igniting a spark that would soon engulf us in a tempest of desire. As our lips collided, a surge of electricity jolted through our bodies, setting every nerve ablaze with raw, unbridled passion. The kisses were fervent, fueled by a hunger that bordered on obsession, as if we were trying to devour one another whole. Hands roamed feverishly, tracing the curves and contours of each other's bodies with an urgency that betrayed the depth of our longing. He slithered his hands around my waist and picked me up and placed me onto his desk. With each caress, we delved deeper into the depths of desire, losing ourselves in a whirlwind of sensation and ecstasy. Time seemed to stand still as we surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their union, a symphony of moans and sighs echoing through the air like a primal call of the wild. In that moment, they were consumed by the fire of their passion, their souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself, lost in the boundless expanse of their shared ecstasy.

Their fervor escalated, fueled by an insatiable hunger that demanded to be satiated. Clothing became a hindrance, hastily discarded in a frenzy of need, revealing the raw beauty of their intertwined bodies. Skin met skin, a symphony of sensation that set their senses ablaze with pleasure. Each touch was electric, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through their veins, leaving them breathless and trembling with anticipation. Their movements were fluid, guided by an instinctual yearning to explore every inch of one another, to unravel the depths of their shared feelings. With each passing moment, their connection deepened, transcending the physical realm and delving into the realms of the divine. They were lost in a haze of passion, swept away by the tide of their mutual desire, drowning in a sea of blissful abandon. In that timeless embrace, they found solace in each other's arms, their love a flame that burned with an intensity that defied comprehension. And as they surrendered to the intoxicating ecstasy of their union, they knew that this moment would be etched into the fabric of their souls for eternity.

It wasn't long before I could smell his cologne seeping into the skin, it was clear even then that I had no refusal in the matter, I was his. With each thrust, the words were engraved into my mind.

I was his.

I was P'Boun's prized possession.

The rush of the sensation had taken its toll before I had closed my eyes.

After a while....

I had woken up to the feeling of being embraced in a bed. It was P'Boun. I traced his distinct features before slowly releasing myself from his embrace. I stood up and walked towards the door

"Goodbye, P'. I love you but we aren't meant to be."

I continued walking but heard a metal clank. I couldn't move beyond the bedside, horrified I looked down.

The source of the metal clank.

Chains. P'Boun had chained me.

"Leaving so soon?" I looked back at him. Boun was smirking.

"What is this?" I struggled while trying to undo these chains that stopped me from my freedom.

It was of no use. The chains were not coming of no matter the sheer force used to break them.

Boun crept closer, I couldn't move. He placed his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him.

" I told you, you belong to me, Nong Prem"

" You are my fixation"

The End