Captive Obsession

Chapter 2: In the Shadows of Desire

J E N N I E  K I M

I had been observing Lisa long enough to know her routines. The park, where she jogged every morning at 7 AM, and the quaint bookstore she frequented in the afternoons were familiar territory to me now. These places would be my starting points.

One crisp morning, I decided to adjust my routine. Instead of heading to the gym, I laced up my running shoes and made my way to the park. My heart was pounding, not from exertion, but from the anticipation of seeing her. As I entered the park, the cool air filled my lungs, and I scanned the paths for her familiar figure. It didn't take long to spot her, jogging gracefully along the trail. Timing my approach, I made sure our paths would cross naturally.

As we neared each other, I offered a casual, “Morning!” with a friendly smile.

Lisa looked up, her eyes meeting mine. “Morning,” she replied, her voice cheerful. My heart raced at the brief interaction. It was a small victory, but a significant one. I had managed to enter her world, even if just for a moment.

Next, I set my sights on the bookstore. I began to take my lunch breaks at the same time Lisa visited, immersing myself in the same sections she did. One afternoon, I sensed that she was having a hard time choosing a book, so I helped her, yet this is my opportunity  to get near her.

Taking a deep breath, as I approached, feigning interest in a nearby shelf. “Hi,” I said, my voice casual but warm.

Lisa looked up, her face lighting up with recognition. “Oh, hey!, Fancy seeing you again."

“Yeah, I love this bookstore. They have such a great selection,” I replied replied, as my heart pounding. "So earlier, I bet you're having a hard time choosing a book, am I right?" 

"Uhm, I hate to admit it, but yeah," she said while rubbing her nose out of shyness.

Don't worry, let me help you with that," as I give her my gummy smile, and she smiles in return.

"So what's your type of book?" I asked in anticipation. 

Lisa tilted her head, considering the question. “I guess I really like psychological thrillers. You know, the kind that delve into obsession and the darker sides of human nature. There’s something so captivating about them.”

My lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. “Interesting. Those kinds of stories definitely keep you on the edge of your seat.”

“Absolutely,” Lisa agreed, smiling back. “How about you? What do you like to read?”

“Oh, I enjoy a variety of genres, but I have to admit, I do find thrillers fascinating too,” I said, as my eyes locking onto Lisa’s. “There’s something intriguing about the complexity of human emotions and the lengths people go to for what they desire.”

Lisa nodded, clearly interested. “Exactly. It’s like you get a glimpse into the extremes of the human mind.”

My smirk widened slightly, my thoughts racing. “By the way, we’ve seen each other here a few times, but I don’t think we’ve properly introduced ourselves. I’m Jennie.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Jennie,” Lisa said, extending her hand. “I’m Lisa.”

I took Lisa’s hand, the brief contact sending a thrill through me. “Nice to meet you too, Lisa. Maybe we could exchange book recommendations sometime?”

“I’d like that,” Lisa replied, her smile genuine. “It’s always nice to find someone with similar tastes.”

I nodded, and my mind already buzzing with possibilities.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before she moved on, but I was elated. I had made progress, however small, in integrating myself into her life. Each encounter, each brief conversation, fueled my determination to be closer to her.

As we parted ways, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. Lisa’s interest in obsession and psychological thrillers felt like a sign, a confirmation that their connection was meant to be. She walked away with a renewed sense of determination, her plans taking a more defined shape in her mind.

But these interactions were not enough. I needed more than fleeting moments; I needed her to see me as an integral part of her life. As I lay in bed at night, I found myself contemplating more intrusive ways to get closer to her. My thoughts grew darker, my plans more elaborate. I imagined scenarios where I could isolate her, make her rely on me completely.

One evening, I found myself sketching out potential plans in my journal. I wrote down ideas, from orchestrating more “coincidental” meetings to more drastic measures that I hesitated to fully consider. The thought of having Lisa all to myself, of her depending on me, was intoxicating.

I knew I was treading dangerous waters, but the idea of stopping never crossed my mind. Lisa was perfect, and I was convinced that I was the only one who could truly appreciate her. My obsession had taken root deep within me, and there was no turning back.

I started to insert myself more boldly into her world. I became a regular at the places she loved, ensuring that she saw me often enough to become familiar with my presence. I struck up conversations, learning more about her interests and passions. Each new piece of information was a treasure, further fueling my desire to be close to her.

Lisa began to recognize me, greeting me with a smile whenever our paths crossed. It was a start, but I needed more. I needed her to trust me, to feel safe with me. I rehearsed conversations in my head, practiced how I would respond to different scenarios. My thoughts revolved around her constantly, my every action meticulously planned to bring us closer together.

As the weeks went by, I felt a growing sense of urgency. My obsession was consuming me, driving me to take more risks. I knew that I was walking a fine line between admiration and madness, but I didn’t care. The thought of Lisa being with someone else, of her living a life without me in it, was unbearable.

I began to contemplate the next steps more seriously. I fantasized about the ways I could make Lisa mine, completely and irrevocably. My thoughts grew darker, but they felt right. I was convinced that I was the only one who could truly understand her, who could protect and cherish her.

Late one night, as I stared at the ceiling, a plan began to form in my mind. It was audacious, risky, but it felt inevitable. I would find a way to make Lisa see that we were meant to be together. No matter what it took, I would make her mine.

My heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement as I embraced the path I had chosen. I was ready to do whatever it took to bring Lisa into my life, to make her understand that she belonged with me. Just wait lisa ...

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