Chains of Obsession

12

I think that I just saw a ghost. I have been here a few weeks already, and I haven't seen the single woman beside maids.

But there she is, gorgeous girl, about same old as I am. She hasn't seen me yet, but I am watching how she is talking with the tallest guard.

I could see how she was giggling at something he said.

She was pretty. Her beautiful light brown hair ended near her ass, and her kind of tall figure was perfect. She is the girl.

I kept watching like a creep, I can't understand that if she is a ghost or a real person.

The girl was still talking with the guard, her laughter filling the air. She seemed cheerful and carefree, entirely unaware of my invisible presence.

As I watched, a sense of curiosity filled me, my mind buzzing with questions.

Who was she? Why was she only now appearing in this otherwise all-male mansion?

As I observed them, more and more details caught my eye. The girl had a youthful energy about her, her laughter light and carefree.

Despite her obvious enjoyment, there seemed to be a hint of sadness behind her smile, a shadow in her eyes that told a deeper story.

The guard, on the other hand, seemed quite relaxed around her, his voice soft as he spoke to her. There was an easiness to their conversation, a level of comfort that spoke to a deep familiarity.

Curiosity and irritation began to stir within me.

Who was this girl? How did she get here?

I continued to watch them without them noticing me, my mind racing with questions.

The girl finally looked up, and for a brief moment, her gaze met mine.

Her face registered slight surprise as her eyes locked with mine, but she quickly masked it with a polite smile. The guard she was talking to finally glanced over, his eyes widening almost comically as he also noticed me.

Fuck. The guard is Mike. The one who locked me in my room less than 5 minutes ago.

Mike's eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized me, his stance instantly growing rigid. He seemed to remember our previous encounters, clearly not too thrilled to see me again.

The girl, however, watched me with curiosity, her head tilting to the side almost cat-like. She seemed amused by my presence.

Mike stepped away from the girl and approached me, his expression darkening as he got closer. The girl followed, walking silently behind him, her eyes never leaving me.

"What are you doing here?" Mike questioned bluntly, trying to sound authoritative. "I swear that I locked you up in your room less than 5 minutes ago."

I shrugged nonchalantly, not really caring if he knew I escaped.

"I was bored," I said simply, my gaze flickering to the girl briefly.

Mike looked like he was about to say something, but the girl suddenly spoke up, her voice soft yet assertive.

"Mike, who's this?" she asked, her eyes still studying me curiously.

Mike turned to the girl, his expression softening as he looked at her.

"This is the hellcat," he said gruffly, gesturing towards me. "She has a talent for causing problems and driving everyone nuts."

"Hey, that's not a nice thing to say!" I exclaimed.

I looked at the girl before smiling, "Hi, I'm Emilia. Ignore this asshole dick."

The girl chuckled softly at my comment, her eyes twinkling with amusement, but Mike, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to strangle me.

The girl stepped forward, her smile widening.

"I'm Annabell," she introduced herself. "Nice to meet you, Emilia."

Annabell extended a slender hand towards me, her eyes still studying me with a curious expression. I glanced at Mike, who looked like he was ready to explode in anger, and decided to keep up the politeness just for the sake of pissing him off.

I took Annabell's hand and shook it, her touch surprisingly gentle.

As soon as we pulled apart, I looked at Mike with an innocent and said, "Mike. Why do you look like you want to strangle me?"

Mike's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. He was clearly trying to control his anger, but his irritation was palpable.

"Because you're a pain in the ass," he growled, his voice low and filled with frustration.

Annabell let out a small laugh, her eyes darting between us. She found the whole exchange apparently very amusing.

"Mike, be nice," she scolded him gently, her tone playful yet firm.

"Yeah, Shrek. Play nice." I said, not caring that I am probably pissing him off even more.

Mike's frown deepened, his irritation growing with each nickname and sarcastic remark thrown his way. He clenched his fists, clearly struggling to keep his cool.

Annabell, on the other hand, chuckled at my words, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her.

"You're seriously asking for it, kiddo," Mike grumbled, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and frustration.

Annabell seemed to sense the tension growing and decided to step in, placing a gentle hand on Mike's arm.

"Come on, Mike. Calm down," she said, her voice soothing.

I watched how Annabell grabbed his arm, leading him out. Away from me.