Obsessive Control ( Under publishing contract )

Freezer

The bride... What do I say?

Not so long ago, I was tortured, locked up, he even forced me to watch him screw another woman.

Come to think of it, he hasn't done many good deeds.
Yes, just a few hours ago. He drugged me.

He's a madman.

Did I really want to spend the rest of my life with him?

I'm crazy.

I've felt this attraction to his dangerousness from the very first moment I saw his face.

If I hadn't spat in his face, would I have ever seen her?

Of course he's not.

How long had he been obsessed with me, months or years?
When exactly did he spot me?

Would he die if I disappeared?

Love, can I save you?

I knelt down in front of him, surprised his face became neutral.

He had to do this to take the weight of the words; in reality, he was much more affected by them.

I had to choose mine carefully.

He easily took everything at face value, which was cute.

- I'm not going to refuse, but I'm not going to accept either.
His face closes more and more.

No, stay with me.

I run my hands over his cheeks to catch his attention.
His eyes land in mine.

- I'd like the two of us to make a deal.

He stares at me, waiting for an answer.

I take a deep breath, needing courage.

- Love, if I accept your proposal, I want you to tell me about your past. If I become your wife, you must have no secrets from me.

He still didn't say what he was thinking.

I had the impression he was scrutinizing me, looking for the slightest flaw in my speech.

Finally, he grabs my left hand and slips the ring onto my finger. Then he stands up and hands me his.

I frowned in confusion, had he really been listening to me?

- I accept," he said.

I smiled as I took his hand. We leave the room.

- I thought you'd refuse.

His head tilts to the side.

- Really, then you haven't listened to a word I've said.

I look ahead at the many heads turning in our direction.

Why did you...

Ah yes, the person standing next to me.

I gasp as I wrap my arm around his, looking down at a few people.

He's mine, die of jealousy.

I hear him chuckle.

- What are you laughing at.

He removes his arm from mine and grabs my waist.

Then he whispers in my ear

- I love it when you're jealous, growl. Maybe they'll get scared.

At the end of his sentence, he bites my ear. A little cry escapes my lips.