Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

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I softly place my lips against his before pulling away well, attempting to. The back of my head was grabbed, and he kissed my lips hungrily. As though deprived of oxygen, and I was his oxygen supply.

I guided his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I denied.

Until my ass was squeezed roughly. Making me gasp.

He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth to deepen the unwanted kiss. His tongue dances with my own.

I understand this is what he wants, and if I expect to ever get out of here, I'd have to play along. After a while of fighting for dominance, he pulls away.

"Wow," he says, "that will do." He says it with a cheeky smile as he rubs the back of his head. Running his hands through his hair.

I know manipulation is probably the only way that I would make it out of here. He wanted to play house. I could do that. I was going to get him to let this guard down. Simple enough.

He grabs my hand and leads me into the living room. He turns on the TV and pulls me onto his lap. He plays with my hair.

I heard his phone ringing off in the distance. Why hadn't I thought about that? My phone might be here. He doesn't even have his phone on him. He picks me up and sets me on the couch. I'll be right back, he says.

I nod and smile softly. He smiles back and walks quickly to the ringing phone.

I get up quietly off the couch to listen in on the conversation.

"Just kill Jim Jason; he fucking stole from us! Cut off his hands and feed them to him. After that, kill him. Make the guys watch. He needs to be made an example of." Colton said it with venom on his tongue. I knew just from his tone that he was furious.

I walk back to the couch, not wanting to hear any more of the terrifying conversation.

I watch the TV, trying not to let my fear from what I heard be seen. I don't think Colton would like knowing I was eavesdropping. Especially knowing what he is capable of, he has dark, repulsive thoughts. I didn't want to be his next victim. I heard his footsteps approaching. I tried to calm my breathing and put a mask on to hide my blankly obvious fear.

"Everything okay?" I ask with a small smile, trying my hardest to be convincing and sincere.

"Yeah, baby, nothing to worry about. It's being handled." He says he is sitting down next to me and pulling me to him.

It's being taken care of by brutality—murdering someone and feeding them their own hands. Fucking disgusting, I thought.

I need to get the fuck out of here. He was deranged, lunatic, and unhinged.

As I was pulled against him, I tried only to focus on the movie. Not the fact that he was an actual villain you read about in horror books and watch on TV. The fact that he was sitting right next to me. He softly twirled my hair as he watched the movie, with me laughing at the funny bits.

I didn't know psychopaths were capable of finding anything funny. His laugh made him seem more human, but I didn't believe it. He sure obviously was human, but he was a monster that couldn't be trusted, a monster that desperately needed to escape to ensure my safety.

He said he wanted me, but at what cost?

He said I was his. At what cost?

If I escaped and he caught me, would I suffer the same fate?