Entwined

Eternal Obsession

**Disclaimer:**This chapter contains explicit content and themes that may not be suitable for all readers, including strong language, mature scenes, and themes of obsession and intense emotions. Reader discretion is advised.

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When red is your color, glistering red reflects the lust in your soul. I sat there, ignoring the ache between my thighs, watching her cry out loud. She's quite obedient, I must say. I spread my legs wider, a futile attempt to relieve the tension.

A long, screaming moan escapes her throat as her head falls back onto the pillow. Her chest heaves, breathing harsh and unsteady. Her left leg gives out and falls onto the mattress, as I was waiting for her to regain some strength.

She must be thirsty.

There's only one object of my love: Cindy. She's my bane of obsession, the soul I would chase through multiple lifetimes. Little does she know, she holds the chains of my demons, keeping them in check.

I remember the first time I saw her, or rather, focused on her. I was four years old, crying hysterically when we had to leave her birthday party. I couldn't fathom why I couldn't take her home with me.

I wanted to keep her, take care of her, show her my mini car collection. I wanted to put her on my car shelf and gaze at her all the time. Of course, I can't dust her off like my cars, but I can help her shower and feed her.

I couldn't calm down; I trashed everything in my room. Even my treasured car collection paled in comparison to her. Nothing held value anymore.

I wanted her.

I wanted to keep her with me.

Mine.

My mental breakdown earned me a trip to the therapist, who explained that people aren't mini cars, and I couldn't own them.

Since I couldn't curse back then, I want to heal my inner child by finally saying: "FUCK YOU JOHN, TO THE STOMACH AND THROUGH YOUR USELESS FUCKING BRAIN."

My parents feared another tantrum if I saw her again, so they kept me away from her. What they didn't count on was her throwing a tantrum because she missed me, and her grateful parents brought her to see me.

I remember that day vividly. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I can still smell her strawberry kid perfume. I sat in the middle of an empty room, my parents having taken away all my things, leaving only a mattress on the floor and my cars. Tears smeared my cheeks and chest, eyes burning and red, throat sore from screaming, hair messy, teeth clenched. I held a car in each hand, not playing but grasping them for relief, trying to calm down.

I wanted to see her, but they wouldn't let me. I just wanted to smell her, touch her, keep her.

In my lost state, I couldn't hear the commotion outside my room. I looked down at my hands, new tears dripping from my burning eyes.

A sweet scent hit my nostrils, sugary and warm. I inhaled deeply and hurriedly, desperate to fill my lungs with her scent. Strawberry... strawberry... strawberry... It's fucking strawberry.

I lifted my head slightly and saw a pair of soft, small knees and caught a glimpse of a red dress with white dots. Then a hand appeared, holding a grey mini car. Not just any grey miniature, but a Nissan Fairlady Z432 Tomica.

"Vroom... VROOM... VROOOOOOOOOOOM," a very familiar soft voice said.

I lifted my head to meet her soft face. She looked up at me, holding my gaze. I leapt towards her, hugging her thigh, not caring about the Nissan Fairlady Z432 Tomica.