𝐈 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐗𝐗𝐕 | 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

Ownership (n.)
the act of possessing something entirely
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   Something had changed within (Y/N).

As soon as she had returned to Cage, he could see that her once dull (E/C) eyes were relit with flames of defiance, his expression contorting in shock and disbelief whilst his fingers curled into fists at his sides. Everything that he had worked for—everything that he had built in obtaining (Y/N)—now crumbled down around his feet.

His eyes narrowed to slits.

This ignition of unpleasant emotions within him at the concept of ever allowing (Y/N) to slip from his grasp wasn't something he ever wanted to feel, and he realized that if he allowed whatever it was that lit that fire in her eyes to continue, he would truly lose her forever. This desperation to keep something—someone—by his side was foreign to the point he could hardly stand it, such an occurrence never happening before.

Then again, whenever anything concerned (Y/N), Cage felt as if the entire world was tipping.

She just had that effect on him.

And it was addicting.

No longer was she but an object of amusement for him, but something more—something he would bend to his whims to obtain.

The very idea of being beside her, of being able to touch her for just a second longer, of basking in her presence incited him into action, for something as minimal as the grace of her finger or a brush of her hair tipped him over the edge. His infatuation with the idea of her consumed him to the point he lost focus on her as a human being. Now, all he viewed her as was something to have—as the very object of his attention, it was only natural.

Tilting his chin downwards authoritatively so towards (Y/N), Cage's smirk widened.

This... is certainly thrilling.

As he stared down at her, all he felt was a burning and consuming desire to mold her as he saw fit, believing it was fate that had brought her to him just so he could do that.

There was only one problem.

(Y/N) didn't want him.

Leaning down so that his fingers brushed against her chin, shivering in delight when she flinched at the touch, he murmured softly, "Let's see how long you can have that look in your eye, (Y/N). Remember... you are mine."

Grasping a lock of her hair and pressing it to his lips, he inhaled her pleasant scent for a brief moment longer before eventually easing himself of his trance, donning that mask of ease and causality shown to those who didn't know a single thing about his true self. He went about his day with (Y/N) by his side as normal, but there were faint differences: she was no longer staying right by his side.

He could see her trying to drift farther and farther beyond his reach, and he loathed it.

Besides her unease about their relationship, there was another problem: the fact that Cage had to let her go at the end of each and every day. It was frustrating to him to watch her exit his car and disappear within her home, maddening to the point he wished to burn down her house entirely so he could force her to live with him.

But he had to be patient.

Propping his chin up whilst resting his elbow against the windowsill, Cage watched as (Y/N) left him once more, his brow twitching.

So many annoyances...

I'll just have to get rid of them one by one.

Tilting his head up, realizing that graduation was just right around the corner, he realized that so were his and (Y/N)'s eighteenth birthdays. If he thought about it, considering that his father's institute was called high school but on an educational level just like those of the best colleges, he didn't necessarily have to attend said college. Even with that realization though, he already knew he was being groomed to take over a high position in his father's company.

Being Headmaster of a school was nothing more than a hobby to a businessman such as Evan.

Cage's smile turned devilish.

My...

It seems like all puzzle pieces are falling into place perfectly...

    Unfortunately, just as this thought glanced through his mind and before he could tell his driver to drive away, his eye caught on the car suddenly pulling up in (Y/N)'s driveway. His eyes widened when there, stepping out, was Jasmine and Angelina, the two girls who had abused (Y/N) and who he had expelled so he would never have to look upon their disgusting desperation again.

    Yet, there they were.

    And (Y/N) who opened the door let them in.

    Trembling by that point, anger rushing through his veins, Cage grabbed a bottle from the limo's cooler and threw it at the car wall opposite him, watching as it shattered into pieces, the driver flinching from the sound. Letting out a slow and shaky breath, Cage leaned forward and stared blankly at the floor.

    Those... girls.

    Running his hands down his face until only his eyes were visible, the air around him chilled.

    They need to die.

    The statement was simple.

    Comical, even.

    But Cage meant every single word of it.

    Ordering his driver to park around the corner, he waited patiently for Jasmine and Angelina to come out, knowing that he had to be precise and proficient whilst avoiding being sloppy or rushed. They were an impending threat to his plans, so he had to make sure to eliminate the problems at its root. As he waited, he could help but recall that day when he strangled Jasmine in the nurse's office.

    He hadn't thought about it much, but the idea of holding power over someone's life was intoxicating.

    Like a rush of adrenaline soaring through him.

    Tapping his finger to an incessant beat on his thigh, Cage fantasized over how their blood would feel on his hands. A gun would be much too informal for them, so only a knife would do—a knife whose blade he could run over the flesh of their necks.

    He couldn't wait.

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To be continued...