Obsessive Control ( Under publishing contract )

Nobody 9%

"The suffering of others is but the cruel mirror of our own wounds, a satisfaction as bitter as it is ephemeral."

Mimicking orchestral movements with my arms, as I whirled around, it was as if I'd been transported to another universe. My protégée, my obsession, at my disposal and deprived of all meaning, it was an incredible spectacle for me. A wave of euphoria swept over me. I look up with my hands and enjoy the intoxicating music. I start laughing softly, then louder and louder, until I'm just a trembling body.

Oh mother, you'd be proud of me, I'm a good boy who'll pass on everything you've taught me.

My body moves mechanically towards the bed, where she was still tied up, unable to move any part of her body. I take a bucket of ice water in my hands and throw it directly onto her body. A few ice cubes, used to keep the water at a low temperature, fall on either side of her carnal envelope. She moans and tries to untangle herself. No, darling, you've got to take your punishment or it's no fun.

Today's punishment will be so exhilarating for me. I've been waiting for a while... to show her that disobedience doesn't do her any good.

I place electrodes on his body, then sit down on a chair opposite the bed, only the pain I'm going to give him will make me dance with the angels. I activate the first level, her body convulses and muffled cries of pain waltz in my ears, what a sweet melody.

Keep singing to me, Aris. These cries give me a sweet pleasure that I feel in my core. My swollen member shows through the fibers of the fabric of my pants. I inhale this moment of bliss and let go of my growing erection. It seems so unreal...

Then I stop the device and move closer to see her state, her body still trembling, I wanted to increase the power, but I had to be reasonable. She might not get up again. I ran a hand through my hair as I turned down the music.

I removed the blindfold from her closed eyes and placed my fingers on her eyelids to open them. Aris was completely out of it. I untied her ties and lifted her up. She lay inert in my arms as we headed for the bathroom. Entering the shower, I turn on the hot water.The water flows directly over our bodies, and I hold her against me, needing her to come to her senses.

— Little puppy, wake up...

She didn't move, I rubbed her body to warm her, she was breathing hard and needed to regain consciousness. What had I done? Was I so blinded?

Turning off the water supply, I lay her body in the shower and grabbed a large towel in which to wrap her, then slung her over my shoulder to my bedroom.

It was the warmest room in the house. I look at the marks and then at her broken wrist. I have to take care of her or she won't last long. In my room, I lay her gently on the big bed. Her towel is wet, so I have to dress her. Without thinking too much about it, I remove one of my T-shirts from my dressing room, then pull out the soaked towel. The damage is greater than I thought. Aris has bruises and marks covering his entire naked body. Have I gone too far this time? Almost gently, I dress him.

I grab her right wrist and put it back in place. She moans in pain as she jerks upright. Her head bumps against mine. I don't say anything when her frightened eyes land on me.

— Give me your wrist and I'll make a bandage to keep it healing.

She looks at me half surprised, half confused.

— Are you being nice now?
— I'm not your friend, let alone your equal.

I smile, even though I sense a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

— Mother always told me I was a nice boy... Before I slit her throat.

She stumbles back to the wall, frightened by my revelation.

— Y-You're going to kill me?

I get up and pull her leg with force, and she's underneath me. My t-shirt, a little too large, was starting to ride up, revealing her thighs. Fucking hell, what she did to me when she was like that.

Little heart, this is the last thing I'd want, but I just ask one thing. Obey the rules, and I'll be nice to you.

She swallows her saliva with difficulty, her eyes plunged into mine.

— Who the hell are you?

I sit up annoyed on the edge of the bed. She was breaking the mood with her stupid questions.

— Enough talking, I'm going to treat your wounds, and you're going back to your cage.

Her face breaks down when I say the word cage.

— No! Please don't lock me in there again.

— And why should I grant your request, my little puppy?

She thinks for a few seconds.

— I promise I won't report you to the police when I get out of here.

I burst out laughing. It's really hilarious.

The marks on your body prove that you're my property. And what's mine is mine to keep forever.

I get up and head for the door.

— Take care of yourself, you've been naughty today. My mercy has its limits.

I go out, leaving her alone with the first-aid kit, which I throw on the bed. I was willing to give her my time, but she has this habit of always asking nonsensical questions that will only get her into more trouble. I give her five minutes before throwing her in her cage.