Twisted obsession

Watching.

Warning: sex trafficking, murder, abuse                            
                    
                        The thorns.

I'm in the tree line of Rhea's house once again. This time she has cameras around her house, but little does she know I can easily turn those off and delete the footage. I got Atlas to cut her cameras inside and out while I snuck inside. I know I scared her now; she thinks these can protect her. I twirl the rose in my hand while I make my way into her bedroom once again. This time she's asleep; not only can I turn her cameras off, I can also watch them. And she just so happened to put one facing her balcony; you can't see her bed, but the lights are turned off, and I could hear her shallow breathing through the camera. I walked over to her nightstand and placed the rose on it. Before I brought the rose here, I clipped the thorns, making sure it wouldn't cut her when she picked it up. I stood in the shadows of her room, watching her. Damn man, this is probably creepy as shit to anyone but me, but it's not creepy because I don't have any ill intentions. I would never hurt a woman, especially one who doesn't deserve it. It would go against everything I fight for. I've taken down human traffickers, skin rings, and so much more. So there is no way I'd go back on my morals. Sure, I do other things to get money as well, but that doesn't harm anyone. I turn my focus back to her, watching her chest heave up and down slowly. I wonder what she's dreaming about, and I hope it's me. There is an urge in me to stay here until she wakes up, but I don't wish to have the cops called on me. I know I could flee before they get here, but that ruins all of the fun. Maybe next time I'll bring something along with a rose. Art supplies, perhaps? One of her paintings from her studio? Oh, that would really freak her out. I chuckled quietly. I noticed her slightly shuffling in her bed. I slowly made my way to her open door and walked out before she woke up. I am not willing to be caught right now. I slowly make my way down the stairs, and when I reach the bottom, I hear a loud gasp come from upstairs.
She found the rose. I smile with a devilish grin, before making my way out of the house through the back door, making sure to lock it back. Just when I get into the tree line, I hear her slam her front door open and run out looking for me. It makes me chuckle silently, knowing she was willing to come face-to-face with death. I hear her screaming for me to show myself, but I just disappear into the forest of trees, making my way back to my car. I call Atlas to tell him to turn the cameras back on at her house, it'll make her think her cameras stay on the whole time. I drive a little further away from Rhea's house, making sure she won't find me. I pull out my laptop and look through some of the stuff Atlas sent my way. There's a ring that I need to take down, I think I might just do that tonight to get the thought of Rhea out of my head.

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I have Atlas talking to me through my earpiece, making sure that everything will go safely. I'm currently heading into a ring where they are auctioning little kids. There's a feeling of rage running through my body. I have to save these kids, even if it ends up killing me. I always tend to go into these buildings alone, but I have my guys wait around the building. Atlas cut the cameras and told me where to head through the buildings. I have my gun in my hands, shooting anyone here before they can say a word. Is it weird for me to say I get pleasure from killing these assholes? After I make sure the coast is clear, I make it to the cage where all of the little kids and women are stuck behind, and I hold a finger up to my lips, telling them to be quiet. Some of them listen while the others hold back sobs. If I could kill every motherfucker who hurt these kids, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I hear someone walking up a hallway towards my left, and I quickly turn and shoot when I see him turn the corner. I unlock the cage door, freeing the children from it. I call my men in to help get all of the women and kids out. There's a certain girl who is in here who has wounds all up and down her body. I tried to help her stand up, but she fell straight back down on the ground.

"Is it okay if I pick you up? I really need to get you out of here." I make sure my voice is soft. She nods her head at me and I pick her up, carrying her out of here behind my men and the other kids and women.

A big part of my whole organization is to get the kids and women back to a safe place, if that means their parents house or somewhere I call the safe place. I refuse to let any of them be brought back to a place like this; they deserve to live a safe life. Ever since I was young, I have always hated when someone would hurt women or children, and I honestly think it might be due to my father. He used to beat my mom whenever she'd act out of line or pissed him off in any way, but that was until he had killed her. I lost my mom at the hands of a ruthless man, and I refuse to let anyone else get hurt if I can prevent it. It's been my mission to save anyone I can, even if I die in the process. I know my team will carry it on, and then we will have more people to take it over. I have scars along my body from protecting the ones who need it the most, and I will gladly cherish them, knowing I did it from saving someone else.

After finishing my mission and getting home, I showered and opened my computer to watch the cameras in my Little Roses house. She has her friend over, and she's panicked. The rose I gave her is held tightly in her hands. She's obviously scared out of her little mind, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. Maybe next time I'm there, I'll let her see me, just to see that pretty face of hers get all scared. I want her as mine; actually it's not a want; it's a need. She will be mine, even if it takes forever to her to realize it. It's honestly a little scary knowing how obsessed I am with her; I've never felt this way for anyone. I don't even like people knowing who I am if I can help it, but there's just something about her that would make me break all of my morals. I want her to be on her knees, begging me as if I were to be a god. Anything to make her know I am her god. There's no getting away from me, my little rose. I'll wait until her friend leaves to come back. I don't feel like being tagged teamed, even though I know I'd win in the end anyway.