Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

You really shouldn't have done that

My little trembling. I absorb everything he says carefully.

Gulping my spit, I feel my face grow pale in the realization that Gregory was a stalker. This much was clear.

He was unhinged.

Once again, he gazes at me and tenderly brushes away the tears that still stream down my face, causing me great distress.

"Shh, Madison. I know you are just overwhelmed. I'm going to get you something to eat." He says this carefully as he uncuffs my arms from the restraints that bind me.

He puts the cuffs back in his pocket. My leg is still attached to the bedpost.

"I'm not hungry; just let me go, please. I have a home," I say with even more desperation.

His face frowns as if upset by my reaction.
Clenching his jaw in agitation.

"Im not letting you go ever, so get that thought through your thick skull, Madison. I do not want to be the villain in your story, but I will be if I have to."
He tells me plainly and firmly.

His dark and intense eyes reflected his emotions as he ran his hands through his hair, a sign of frustration and anger. With an abrupt movement, he sharply left the room, and the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed through the space.

The sudden, sharp sound caught me off guard, causing my heart to race and a shiver to run down my spine. I felt my bottom lip quiver as my nerves got the best of me once more. As I begin to cry even harder, grabbing the pillow and pulling it close to me, hugging it tightly. I'm trying to self-soothe myself.

I gazed around the lit room, constantly making out the sight of my bound foot. The illuminated light only served as a cruel reminder of the dire situation I found myself in.

A few minutes later, cuddling the pillow hard, my tears had finally run out.
"I brought you some food; eat it, please. You've been out for a while and need to eat," he says, placing the plate of food in front of me.

I looked at the food, though nothing looked wrong with it. I wasn't hungry, and my appetite had been almost completely eradicated.

"I'm not hungry," I say, avoiding his gaze as it pours through me.

He roughly grabs the pillow I'm clutching and hurls it to the side, then tosses the other pillows beside me, leaving the space behind me empty.

He looks at me, his eyes becoming more stern.
"If you do not eat that food, you will be sorry. I promise you that," he says, his voice eerily calm and unwavering.

My eyes widen in realization. "You will kill me if I do not eat." I am attempting to move away from him, creating as much distance as humanly possible.

He looks at me, blinking slowly, as if unfazed by my reaction.

"I won't kill you for that," he says, almost annoyed.

He grabs the food on the paper plate and hands it to me.

With my confidence still intact, I threw the food at him in anger. If I act badly enough, he will think I am not worth his time.

He delicately wipes the food off his face, his fingers tracing gentle lines across his skin. Bending down with care, he retrieves the fallen food and carefully places it back in the tray. With measured steps, he moves the tray to the dresser, ensuring every item is in its place.

He makes slow, dangerous steps toward me. I begin to feel regret, and the tension in that air increases drastically with each step he takes towards me.

My breathing and heart thud viciously. His eyes looked like stalking prey.

"Oh, Madison You really shouldn't have done that," he says, standing at the edge of the bed.
His sudden movement sends me reeling, my body flipping over as my face meets the softness of the mattress. The gentle caress of the blanket against my skin contrasts sharply with the roughness of his actions.

Suddenly, he pins my body against the matures pushing on my back.

My hands instantly reach back to stop his action.
He took the opportunity to pin my arms down behind my back.

"Just know, if you had listened like a good girl, this wouldn't have happened," he says, his voice roughly deep and rough against my ear.

What would have to happen? I questioned myself. Until his hand roughly makes contact with my bottom,

A gasp leaves my lips as I attempt to jerk away from the unpleasant feeling.

The pain is striking and sudden. When the next hit is placed on the other side,
"Stop it!" I scream at him.

"No, you earned this Madison. You want to act like a bad girl, and I'll treat you as such," he says as he continues to lay harsh strategic hits alternating between sides. The pain intensifies as the years start to leave my eyes. My bottom and thighs are sore and hurting.

After a while, he stops.
"Are you going to be a good girl and eat the rest of your flood on your tray you didn't throw at me? Or do you want to do this instead? I wouldn't mind spanking your ass for a while longer," he says, taunting me.

"I'll be good, just please stop," I say, my voice rising from my cries and pleas that seemingly didn't affect him even in the slightest.

Finally, he let go of my pinned arms after he had softly rubbed my sore bottom, acting soft and delicate compared to his actions before.

I gently lifted my body.
Looking at him.
He softly wipes my tears away.

Before grabbing some of the other assortment of food, he brought it all to me in plastic or foam containers, as though he was deliberately making sure I couldn't hurt him or myself with any of the dishes he provided.

Hesitantly, I began to eat as I choked back my tears.