Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Drug

When I woke the cuff was still attached to my ankle. I immediately began to feel trapped. My ankle was aching and bruised.

Now and then I'd hear the clink of dishes and his feet shuffle on the ground.

I heard his feet shuffle as his feet came up the stairs.
Each step was a heavy echo in my chest, making my heart thud in my chest.

The door opens with a squeak.
Colton stood there with a tray of breakfast food. The smell filled the room.


I watch him as he walks slowly to me; his feet shuffle against the ground slightly. "Awake, my love?"
He asked me.

Oh god, his voice has become too slowly become music to my ears. The way it sounds dark and seductive sends shivers down my spine.

He set the tray on the bedside table with deliberate slowness, his gaze never once leaving mine.

I swallowed hard; the words had already caught in my throat from nervousness. "Colton," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "can you... can you take these off? Please? You said you'd let me out today. I'll be good, I promise." I beg slightly.


His smile seemed to deepen with my words, then he nodded as he reached into his pocket for the key.

"I did say that, didn't I?" His voice was low. He leaned closer, so close I could smell him woodsy and intoxicating. He unlocked the cuff, his fingers brushing against my skin with deliberate tenderness. The metal fell away, and he grabbed my ankle in his calloused hand, rubbing the raw skin with his fingertips softly.

But instead of feeling relief, I was overwhelmed by a surge of complete confusion. Why did his touch, even in this small act of freedom, make me feel so puzzled? How could I be grateful to him for something so simple, something he had no right to take from me in the first place?

Colton watched me; his dark eyes seemed to sparkle with satisfaction as he watched my inner struggle. "See, my darling? I keep my promises. You can trust me." His voice was a whisper as he softly brushed my cheek with his thumb.

"Thank you," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotions I couldn't name. I look at the bed. I couldn't let myself fall for him anymore, so I attempted to avoid his gaze.


He reached out slowly as his hand gently tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You're so beautiful when you're confused, Hannah," he said softly, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "So vulnerable. I could keep you like this forever, you know. Safe and sound, right here with me. Even if that means chaining you to our bed."

"Why do you do this?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. "Why do you care so much? Why... why do you love me like this?"

Colton's smile turned dark at my question as though I insulted him his eyes seemed to narrow as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Because, my love, you are mine," he whispered, his voice a dangerous murmur. "Every part of you, every thought, every breath... belongs to me. And I will never let you go. I will protect you, and cherish you, in ways no one else ever could. You may not understand it now, but one day you will see. I am your destiny, Hannah."

I felt a strange pull toward him, a dark desire I couldn't resist. His touch, his voice, his very being it all felt like a drug. But drugs are bed right?!

"Eat, my love," he urged, his fingers tracing slow, soft patterns on my arm.

Numbly, I picked up the fork, my hands trembling as I took a bite of the eggs. The taste was bland, almost as if it didn't register.

As I ate, Colton stayed close; his touch never left, his eyes always on me. And as much as I wanted to recoil, there was a part of me, unfortunately, deep down, that found comfort in his obsession. A part that wondered if, somehow, he was right. If I was destined to be his.

"I'll always take care of you, Hannah," he murmured as I finished the last bite. His voice was soft. "You'll never have to worry again. I'll make sure of it."