Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Mine

I lay there motionless as he held me tight. I keep glancing at him in the dark room, waiting for him to go to sleep.

He finally fell asleep, and his light snores filled the room. I softly removed his arm from my waist and replaced it with a pillow, sloping quietly out of bed. I walk to the front door. I see the bedroom light turn on, and I quietly and quickly open and shut the door, taking off running.

Yet again, we were deep in the woods, and I didn't know where I was going. It was dark, and I couldn't see my path. I fell, harshly hitting my head on a tree branch.

I hear my name being called from the distance.

"Hannah!" He screamed.

"Come back now, and it won't be too bad." He bargains with me as I retract my body from the ground.

I see he has a flashlight. I keep running, trying to stay behind cover.

"Hannah, you will be in so much fucking trouble when I get my hands on you." His voice booms out; he is closer this time.

I see the beam of light, which I knew wasn't good for me.

"Ahh, I found you, Hannah. You better run because if I catch you, I'm going to mark you as mine. As well as fucking you senseless, chain you to the bed until you behave like the good girl I know you are." He says this to me as I run. Blood was rushing down my face, and tears too.

I trip over a stray rock unseen in the night sky.

His flashlight shuts off, which just adds to my fear as I get up.

Only for me to be tackled on the ground.

"Did you think you could get away?" He asks me mockingly.

I tremble at his tone.

"Did you?!" He yells, making me jump.

"You just scared me, so I ran off. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I plead with him, scared, as his front is pressed against my backside.

"Oh, you will be. Come tomorrow morning, all of you will be mine. And everyone will know it if they dare touch what's mine." He says it possessively and is angry. He squeezed my neck tight until it started to be hard to breathe. I try to use my hands to pull off his hand on my throat when his other hand quickly lays harsh hits against my ass.

"This is just the beginning, Hannah." He says I finally let go as my vision became spotty.

He grabs my hair and leads me back to my hell. His grip is so tight that he is ripping fibers of hair from my scalp.

"Please let go of hurting me," I say, pleading, as I struggle to keep up with him.

He softened his grip just a bit but continued to lead me into the house like a dog on a leash.