Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

Right in front of me

"I wouldn't have done that had you just listened and eaten your food to begin with." He tells me he is almost annoyed at my reaction.

My lips begin to quiver once again. As I force down the food, my appetite is nonexistent.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair.
"Listen, baby, just listen, and I won't have to do that again, okay? Besides, I didn't even spank you that hard. That was your very first punishment." He tells me as if trying to speak logic into me like he wasn't some crazy delusional man.

"You can't do this to me, Gregory. You can't; you are a cop. You are supposed to help people." I tell him hesitantly. My food is now gone.

He takes the trash from me and sets it on the tray.

I know I'm supposed to help people, and that's what I'm doing." He says his eyebrows close together as though he is mad at my statement.

"Gregory, this is breaking so many laws, you know it. Just let me go, and we can forget this ever happened. I won't tell anyone." I plead with him with rationality.

He looks at me before smirking.
"Oh yeah, why would they believe you? Besides,  that's not going to happen. I wanted you here, so that's why I brought you here. I wanted to keep a close eye on you, but I just wasn't getting enough sleep cramped up on your couch.

My heart continues to thunder even more violently.

"I knew you were mine the moment I saw your beautiful face. You needed someone to take care of you and keep you safe from the dangerous people out there. So I took the job." He says leaning against the dresser, his muscles flexing with the action.

"I take care of myself!" I shout at him in frustration.

He cleans his jaw.
"Watch your tone, Madison." I'm not afraid to spank your ass again." He says shooting daggers at me.

I stare at the bed in humiliation and fear.

"So just be my good girl, and I won't have to, okay?" He says

I bite my tongue, trying to keep my bottom from being spanked again. The whole concept was unnecessary.

Would you like to watch TV?
He asked, glancing at the TV.

"Sure," I mumbled softly.

As my mind raced a mile a minute about how I could escape.

"Oh, and Madison. You upfight against the restraints and cut up your other ankle. I promise you the spanking I just gave you will be child's play." He says turning on the TV, his eyes never met mine.

His words, however, fill me with fear.

The TV on lights the dim space a little bit more.

The bed in the basement was confusing as to how long had been planned to take me here. No normal person has a bed in the basement as a single person. Right? The thought created much discomfort.

He picks a move.
"There, this should be good." He says with a smile that his mood and tone once again flipped like a switch.

He sits the remote on the dresser. Sitting down in the chair as the movie plays.

I sit up straight.
Until he softly tossed the pillows at me. I put one behind me and squeeze the other, feeling comfort in the gesture.

"After this movie. You gotta get a shower; you got sick on yourself from the medication." He says as though there wasn't any arguing.

It might be my only opportunity to escape, but the whole thought of me being naked at all in the equation was unnerving.

The medication, I think. You mean when you drugged me. I scoff in my head.

I didn't bother watching the movie as I was unable to focus on his statement. I need to be vigilant and aware. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I needed to do something as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

After what felt like five minutes, the end credits were beginning to roll on the screen.

"Okay, baby, time to get a shower." He says to me with a tight smile. He says grabbing the gun.

He walks to me and grabs the second pair of cuffs, attaching one side to himself and the other to me. The cold metal cuts into my skin. Before he undies the cuff on my ankle, keeping it attached to the bedpost.

He pressed the gun to my side.
"Walk." He says, gesturing to the stairs. I make slow steps up the stairs, each step slightly creaking under my weight.

I opened the door and noticed a beautiful home.
My eyes must have widened in surprise.

"As soon as I think you aren't a flight risk, I'll let you come up here. Probably just a little at a time. Until I know you will not run away." Gregory says softly as if trying not to upset me.

"This door right here," he says, gesturing with his head.

I open up the small bathroom—no window or mirror, just a shower, and a tankless toilet.

He keeps the gun placed against me. I notice the pile of clothes, body wash, shampoo, and conditioner already in there.

He uncuffs me, shoving me in slightly before closing the door behind me. I feel his body shift against the door and his shadow under the door.

Appearing like he was sitting down in front of the bathroom.

Allowing me very little privacy.

I walk to the bathtub shower combo. Turning on the hot water, I turn on the shower. Standing there, I gulped on my spit.

This isn't happening to me, right? I'm going to wake up, and this will be a twisted dream. That my stalker wasn't Officer Griffin that had taken me on a date.
Why didn't I see the signs right in front of me practically screaming at me?

Now I was probably going to die because I didn't want to see what was right in front of me.