Obsède

Chapter 15-

( Detective Thomas)

A la recherche de Zuri

Zuri's pov

I sat in the couch wrapped up in a large blanket, sipping some warm cup of chocolate tea while Chase was in the kitchen cooking something for me to eat. For the past two days I spent majority of my time crying under this comfy blanket . How was I so affected by it ? I am smart enough to know what happen in that "dream" wasn't real but why did it traumatized me so much?. I mean I should've been glad that he didn't rub pepper in my coochie or replace my legs with broom sticks, but fuck I was embarrassed at myself, for the past two days I was so submissive to him, not really submissive but rather needy?.

"Oh Chase don't leave me." I mocked myself. " I don't want Satan to come for mee." Fuck Im pathetic. I watched him with the excitement and pleasure in his eyes when he saw how needy I was for him, everything I asked for he would immediately give it to me...he was so submissive and normal?.

I sighed as I remember images of the "dream", it was so realistic. To be honest, having to relive memories you try your best to conceal and ignore is so painful, like there's literally no reason to traumatize myself again.

" Here you are." Chase said as he sat beside me on the couch with a bowl of what appears to be soup in his hand. I'm not gonna lie, I was actually hungry and I was expecting him to bring something for me to eat.

"I-i I'm hungry..." I said as I look at him with a frown.

" I know, I brought you some soup." He said as he raised the bowl a little showing it to me.

" Well....give it then." I said raising my hands to take the soup.

" Ahh no, I'll feed you. You're too fragile to feed yourself,I don't want you to hurt yourself Zuri."

" Are you fucking kidding me?" I questioned. " Did I not just drink a fucking hot cup of tea just a while ago?"

" Warm...not hot and you drank it out of a mug which is easier to hold than this large hot bowl of soup." He said taking up a spoon of the soup then blowing on it. I then chuckled in disbelief, this man was being serious.

" I will not drink that Chase!"I yelled out. " You must've lost your damn mind...I can fucking feed myself, I am a grown ass woman!" I yelled angrily.

" For the past two days, you were acting as if you were a toddler...shaking, crying for mommy, peeing yourself...being unable to bathe yourself. It's quite comical how all of a sudden your a ' grown ass woman' ...your so cute." He said before he grabbed my face roughly, forcing me to open my mouth. " Now be that little submissive mess you were and drink up." He then push the soup in my mouth. I guess he was now back to how he was before.

Gregory's pov

I sighed loudly as I sat in my private jet, I was on my way to France. After trying to track Zuri and failed I got tired of sitting down not doing anything to try and help her. Its been two days since that call, and I've been restless ever since .

" So why do you think it was the best idea to look for her yourself again sir? " Fletcher asked. Fletcher was a private investigator I hired, he was said to be one of the best private investigator in America.

" She's a black woman who has gone missing in a foreign country...a racist one at that, I highly doubt that the authorities in France give a shit." I said.

" I mean...her case attract a lot of attention because allegedly, it's attached to the hotel murders." He said before he brush his hands through his long brown hair. Fletcher was a young fellow, he was tall, lean, handsome and about 30 to 35, at first I was hesitant to hire the guy but after seeing his recommendations and hearing the things about him, I began to believe he might be the right man for the job. I heard that he solved 5 cases that the police had a hard time doing.