Wicked obsession

Chapter 1

Dear diary, xx.xx.xxxx
Today the monster put me on the bed again, of course arms and legs restrained. I will never get used to the feeling of bones being sawed through or smashed into smitherens by a hammer. I slowly begin to fear the golden light shining, glistening, like it's doing me a favor, when it's only due to that same light that I am still alive and still live through hell every single day. When my fingers were cut off, sawed off, when my muscle tissue, still attached to me, was being taken apart fiber by fiber, when my throat started to bleed from screaming too much and when my vision started turning red until nothing but blood was left... Did all of it heal instantly with the golden light? Yes. Did my fingers regrow in an instant? Yes. Can I use them without problems? Yes. But do I still feel the pain, of it being gone, sawed off and crushed? Yes. Am I still sane? I'm not sure anymore. I am fatigued, plagued by nightmares every night, always filled with new contents, of the hellish torture I had to go through the day before. And the worst part? That monster's face, that disgusting expression of pure ecstasy upon seeing my pain, my misery and my blood. His loud panting and blushing face, grasped by his gloved hands, haunts me every second of my life, through my screams, pain, tears and thoughts. Saving him that day is the biggest regret of my life. My curfew will soon come, forcing me to sleep, but I'm afraid to. Afraid to see that disgusting monster's face so vividly in my mind, while screaming in pain. I don't want to fall asleep... Someone help me please... Someone save me please... Nathanael...

Dear diary, xx.xx.xxxx
I don't even know where to begin... That disgusting monster manages to find new methods to torture me every day. I am now deadly terrified of dogs. Why, you ask? Because I was put in a cage with several of those hungry beasts, restrained through a restraining jacket, making be unable to retaliate in any way, completely offering me up to those drooling, panting beasts, who literally ripped me to shreds. I can still feel everything so vividly, from the scent of fur, to that fur's same prickly feeling on my skin, to the scent of blood that probably aroused those feral beings even more... And every time those sharp teeth of theirs sunk into my skin, the golden light pulled me away from death's grasp. But honestly, I wish it didn't. I don't want to do this anymore. Why do I have to go through this? Why do I have to watch as my flesh is being torn apart and my innards slurped up like spaghetti, only for my body to regenerate and for it to happen again and again for hours on end? And again, that disgusting, despicable monster observed, blushing, panting and drooling as my flesh was being torn apart. That disgustingly beautiful face with the even more disgusting expression of pure ecstasy... I wouldn't be surprised if he orgasmed while watching me scream for help. That disgusting f*cker. My sole solace is that monster's promise of not harming my little brother. I have no proof he holds that promise but I cannot do anything but hope he keeps it. I can't do this any longer. The pain haunts me and won't let me go on. Someone, just...

Dear diary, xx.xx.xxxx
I hate my life. I hate my existence. Why did I have to be born? My body is completely fine but it still hurts. Wasn't that monster supposed to be a doctor? Why does he even call himself that when he is nothing but a psychopath?! Whoever gave him that doctorate must have been either threatened to do so or blind, though the former is more likely. That damned Coppel-

„I see you're writing in your diary again?" a voice interrupted her. She looks up to an upper corner of her completely white room, where a camera and speaker were stationed. Pia knew that voice. And she abhored it. It was the voice of the monster who came to torture her every single day.

„I know it's the only bit of privacy I allowed you but don't you think you're getting too attached to it? Though I'd love for you to look at me like you do at the diary."

The doctor let out a sigh behind his gloved hand, hiding his smirk when he saw Olimpia's look filled with disgust and hate. A shiver ran through his body.

I knew it. This expression truly suits her more than one of love and warmth.

His bespectacled, beautiful and sharp grey eyes showed a hint of excitement before subsiding again and hiding behind a mask of gentleness.

„Anyways, it's time for you to sleep, my dear. I wish you a pleasant night, my lovely Olimpia."

The doctor pushed a button that released sleeping gas into Olimpia's room.

„Coppelius." Olimpia growled before slowly losing her consciousness and collapsing onto the bed, the only piece of furniture in the completely white room.

Coppelius let out a long sigh.

„I wonder why she's still so defiant... Even though the amount of pain she experienced physically and mentally should be enough for anyone to give in... Is it perhaps due to her ability? I'll need to do more experiments on that aspect... I do admit that I love that rebellious look of disgust and hate in her eyes though. Hah."

He stepped away from the control panel with dozens of monitors, the majority focusing on Olimpia with a few exceptions showing some other people, and walked out into a long corridor. He turned left at some point and arrived in a room with dozens of shelves with dozens of glass containers contained in those shelves. Coppelius stopped at the third shelf and took one of the glass containers into his hands. The container contained a liquid and a golden eye with a most brilliant hue of gold swimming in it. He took off his glove and caressed the container with more care and glee than he would anything else (except for Olimpia herself).

„Haaah, Olimpia. You are as pretty as you are young. No wonder you don't like an old geezer like me."

He kissed the glass container with the eye and put it back into the shelf, not before giving it a last caring glance, when a young woman donning white lab coat entered the room.

„Doctor Coppelius! My apologies. I didn't want to interrupt you."

Coppelius took off his glasses and a handkerchief out of his lab coat pocket and cleaned his glasses. An awkward silence resided between the uncomfortable assistant who had just entered the room and the doctor, until he put his glasses back on and turned towards his assistant with a gentle smile.

„Clara, dearest, you know I dislike being interrupted in my personal time. I shall forgive you this time but please don't make this mistake again, ok? I wouldn't want to lose a capable assistant such as yourself."

Clara bowed deeply towards Coppelius and nodded frantically. Her anxiety was clearly visible on her face.

Coppelius smiled at her reaction and started walking, past the still bowing Clara and out of the room. But not before stopping at her side, putting his hand on her shoulder and whispering something in her ear. He smiled satisfactory at her anxiety being turned into fear and disappeared along the hallway, leaving behind only the echoes of his whistling in the long hallway.

Clara, who finally stopped bowing held the ear Coppelius whispered in and shuddered, as she remembered his words.

„I'm sure your younger brother Lothar would hate to lose his big sister at such a young age."

And that was it for the first chapter. At the pace I'm going at, I don't believe this story to have that many chapters... but well. For those who noticed, the characters are based on E.T.A. Hoffmann's „Der Sandmann" and I think I'll be making an explanatory chapter at the very end. Hope you liked it and hope you're prepared for more disturbing and wicked stuff🥴 And btw, I do not wish to experience this kind of stuff, even if I like reading and writing about it.