Chapter 7-

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ma douce Kathy

I lay in the bed eating a large bag of lays and drinking a bottle of chocolate milk. Chase had brought me a box of snacks and drinks , he didn't say anything he just brought me the box and later that day he also brought me a small flat screen tv. He gave me a remote and I was glad to see that Netflix was on it. He hadn't really said much to since I slapped him, I didn't care though at least I wouldn't be that bored. He also brought me a comb and brush, I had asked for on the third day here, but he didn't say anything. I had plait my hair up, it was beginning to go back to it's natural form.

I was ashamed to say that I was comfortable but that just because this is what normally brings me comfort. Being in a comfy bed, watching TV while I stuff my face with various snacks. L

While sipping on my chocolate milk, I heard some muffled noises. I quickly pause the film and look towards the door and now I was hearing the noise a bit clearer.

Ahhhhh, yeah baby!" A woman shouted out. I quickly got up and ran towards the door. It sound like moans and grunting....was he having sex?. The walls were thin so I could hear clearly.

" Oh yeah chase, it feels so good zaddy, oh yeah!" I then stepped back in disgust. He was having sex with a person, while he had me in the next room holding me captive. I then tried to pull my door but unfortunately it was shut. I was using my logic here, he could easily snap her neck and then mines if I tried to scream for help. I then walked back over to my bed in defeat. You can say I am pathetic or whatever but I am just using my logic here and waiting on the right moment to escape, for now I would just have to go along with this.

I cringe at the sex noises, she didn't sound like she was enjoying it but rather she sound in pain. She was screaming, moaning and gasping for air, he was grunting and sometimes moaning a little bit. It sound so ..so rough and lustful. It was nothing more but sex. She also was speaking English so I assume she wasn't french maybe American?, I wonder if he kidnapped her too.

Their noises didn't turn me on or anything. I wasn't into that, I was more into intimate sex- slow, calm and just full with love. Sure I haven't experienced it but my imagination went wild and I imagine giving myself to my husband on our honeymoon. I smirk imagining myself with my "future" husband but I stopped when the image of the tall, dark and handsome man that I usually imagine myself with was being replaced with Chase. Why was I seeing myself with him? I wasn't attracted to him, sure he was handsome but his actions make his looks irrelevant. I definitely will not have Stockholm syndrome, I will not. I went back to my bed and turn up to volume loud so I could get rid of those atrocious thoughts.

Chase's Pov

" W- wait chase what was that?" She said putting her hands on my lower stomach to stop me. I stopped when I also heard that the television was louder and it wasn't when I arrived with Kathy.

" You told me you live alone!" She shouted before pushing me off, but my mind wasn't on her but rather Zuri. I guessed she must've heard the noises and turn up her television...maybe in jealousy. The thought of her being jealous made me feel butterflies in my stomach. But honestly the thought was quite absurd, she would definitely not have feelings for me as yet but maybe even never but that didn't phase me, she doesn't have a choice and she's mine until I'm ready to dispose of her.

" Chase?" The woman that was fully naked and spread wide Infront of me interrupted.

" Oh yeah! My friend needed a place to stay bébé." I said before I lean down on place kisses on her forehead.

" Mmm I understand Chase." She said in a sultry way. I proceed to have sex with her with the image of Zuri in my mind. I didn't want to force myself on Zuri but rather have her need me. Zuri was something else to me, I don't know why but there was something about her that I just adored. Was it her looks?, Her body, her fiery attitude or how much she tried to shield her fragility. I heard her sometimes whimpering, asking for her mother and praying to God asking for him to give her a break. She definitely had been through something and I need to know what.

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