Obsessive Control ( Under publishing contract )

Someone

Listen - Billie Eilish - Wildflower
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- Your skin is still so soft, my little puppy.

His voice glides over my skin like a caress, each word heavy in the air, saturated with an unsettling sweetness. My body shivers under his touch, a shiver I can't contain, despite my will.

- Your scent...

He inhales deeply near my neck, letting his warm breath caress my nape.

- It has changed slightly.

His words blend into a whisper, almost inaudible, yet their impact hits me with full force.

- But it still drives me mad.

I remain motionless, frozen by the duality of my feelings. I'm not paralyzed by fear, no. It's something far more insidious. A voluntary submission, an overpowering desire to remain under his control, despite the part of me screaming to escape. His presence is a delicious poison I can't renounce.

- Why are you trying to waste my time, Love?

My voice aims to be firm, but it betrays a hesitation, a weakness he knows all too well. He doesn't respond, and the silence weighs heavier than any words he could say. Maybe he'll grow tired, maybe this absurd game will finally end.

- You love me, don't you, Love?

I need to hear those words, to believe for just another moment in that sweet lie that allows me to justify all that I endure.

His silence continues to torture me, each second stretching out, and finally, I turn towards him, desperately seeking his eyes. Those eyes... I usually avoid them, afraid of falling into them again, but I can't resist. They are everything: the source of my torment, the ink in which I lose myself, but also what still keeps me here, trapped in his invisible nets.

- Aris, of course, I love you.

His words strike me, but it's not relief I feel. But you deserve this punishment, and you know it. When you've begged me, your eyes bloodshot, I'll forgive you, my love.

He brushes my cheek, a gesture so soft, almost tender. But that tenderness is terrifying. I feel his breath on my skin; he whispers these words like a secret, a confidence shared between us alone. My eyes, despite myself, remain fixed on his. We are caught in a game of glances, a silent dance where every movement is an attempt to read his soul, to pierce the mask of innocence he wears so well. After four years, how is it possible that I still love him? How can I still be under his control while he continues to make me suffer?

The thoughts whirl in my mind, a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. On the one hand, I want to give in, to give him what he wants to have a respite, if only for a moment. On the other hand, I know that will only prolong this hellish cycle. Perhaps it's time to make sense of all this, to finally understand what I really feel, and free myself from this obsession he's created in me.

- Open the door, I'd like to go in. My tone is firmer, but my heart is racing. I don't know if he'll yield or if he'll continue to play.

He smiles at me, a smile full of mischief, and I know he won't let me escape so easily. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his face radiating feigned innocence.

- I want you to suck me first, little puppy.

His words snap like an order, undeniable. You owe me that much after lying to me like that.

I furrow my brow, bewildered by the absurdity of his demand. Is that really what concerns him? Is that all he wants? Rationality has never been his strong suit; he always acts unpredictably, and that's what makes him so dangerous. But I'm no longer the same person he abducted four years ago. I'm no longer that naive and vulnerable art student.