Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Prison of love

Colton left quickly and quietly to not disturb me.
I could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch; it was a strange mixture of comfort and dread.
His presence was like a heavy perfume that was suffocating yet wildly calming.

This is what he wanted for me to be reliant on him to want him, to need him.
My thoughts continue to race with impeccable speed as I battle the twisted reality of my current situation.

The man who held me captive, the one who inflicted this strange form of care upon me, was also the one who seemed to love me in a way that both terrified and soothed me.


Downstairs, I could still hear Colton moving in the kitchen; the faint sounds were slightly echoing off the stairs.

I knew he was making something for me—something he believed would make me feel better. As if a simple meal could make the chains that restrained me disappear. He was obsessed; I could see it in his every action, every gentle touch, and every lingering gaze. His love was suffocating, engulfing me even when he wasn't in the room.

I stare at the ceiling, my body slightly aching as the emotions weigh heavily on me.


Colton's love felt like a prison, and yet there was a part of me that longed for the comfort he provided. How had I come to this? How had I allowed myself to find solace in the arms of the man who controlled every aspect of my life?

The footsteps echoed yet again as he approached the door, growing louder as he approached.
I see him in the corner of my eye.

He had a soft smile on his face and was carrying a tray of steaming soup and a piece of bread. The simple meal was his attempt to care for me.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" Colton's voice was soft, filled with the kind of tenderness that made my stomach twist in knots. He set the tray down on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded weakly, my throat tight with unshed tears. "I don't understand," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Why do you care so much? Why do you do this?"

Colton knelt beside the bed, taking my hand in his, his gaze intense. "Because, Hannah, you mean everything to me. I can't bear to see you hurt, even if you don't understand how much I love you. I just want to take care of you, to protect you from everything, even from yourself."

His words wrapped around me like an anaconda.
And yet, there was a twisted part of her that found comfort in them. I hated herself for it, for the way my heart fluttered at his obsession.

He reached out, gently brushing a tear from my cheek; his touch was so tender it made me want to scream. "Please, just eat something," he urged, his voice laced with concern. "You need to keep up your strength."

I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But in the end, I nodded, slowly rising and eating a bite at a time while he stared at me.

As the meal ended, Colton stayed by my side, his fingers tracing small patterns on my arm as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me. He watched me with a mixture of adoration and possessiveness, his love for me evident in every breath he took.

"I'm here, Hannah," he whispered as I began to drift off to sleep once more, the exhaustion too much to fight. "I'll always be here."

As my eyelids grew heavy, I couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a way out or if I was doomed to live in this prison of love forever.