Unholy desires

chapter 11

As the days passed, Jennie kept telling herself that she was free—that leaving Lisa had been the right decision, and she was finally starting to take control of her life. But despite her best efforts, Lisa’s presence lingered like a ghost haunting the edges of her mind. Every time Jennie thought she was making progress, something would remind her of Lisa—a scent, a song, a fleeting thought—and she would feel the pull all over again, as though invisible chains were still wrapped around her.

She had turned her phone back on a few days after Lisa’s messages, but only after Chaeyoung had convinced her to block Lisa’s number. Jennie had done it, reluctantly, though the weight of that action settled heavily on her chest. Even as she typed in the block command, part of her wondered if she would ever fully escape Lisa’s grasp.

Could she really break free?

It was a question Jennie couldn’t answer, even as she spent each day trying to reclaim pieces of her old life. She started working again, trying to throw herself into her career, but no matter how much she tried to focus, her mind kept drifting back to Lisa. It wasn’t just the fear of Lisa coming after her again—though that fear was ever-present—it was the memory of the passion, the connection, the fire that had burned so brightly between them.

She hated herself for still thinking about Lisa, for still feeling that pull even after everything that had happened. It made her feel weak, like she hadn’t truly escaped at all.

One night, as Jennie lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from spiraling. She had been free of Lisa for weeks now, but why didn’t it feel like freedom? Why did she still feel like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for Lisa to come crashing back into her life and pull her back under?

Jennie turned over, burying her face in her pillow as she tried to block out the noise in her head. She couldn’t keep living like this, trapped in the aftermath of Lisa’s love, her mind still tethered to the darkness she had left behind.

With a frustrated sigh, Jennie sat up, glancing at her phone on the nightstand. She hadn’t spoken to Lisa since the night she left, hadn’t responded to any of the messages that had come through before she blocked the number. But even now, as she stared at the phone, part of her wanted to unblock it, to see if Lisa had tried to contact her again.

Don’t do it.

Jennie clenched her hands into fists, trying to push the temptation away. She knew that if she unblocked Lisa, it would only drag her back into the cycle of control. She would be opening the door for Lisa to pull her back into the darkness, and she wasn’t sure if she would have the strength to walk away again.

But still, the temptation gnawed at her.

With a shaky breath, Jennie reached for her phone, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. She stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, her heart racing with indecision. She wanted to believe she was strong enough to resist Lisa, that she could move on without looking back.

But the doubt was there, lurking beneath the surface. Could she really break free from Lisa? Could she really walk away from the love that had consumed her for so long?

Before Jennie could make a decision, her phone buzzed in her hand, and she flinched, startled by the sudden vibration. She glanced at the screen, her heart pounding as she saw an unknown number flashing across the screen.

For a moment, Jennie hesitated. It couldn’t be Lisa—her number was blocked, wasn’t it? But something about the timing, the way her heart raced as she stared at the screen, made Jennie feel like this was more than just a coincidence.

With a trembling hand, Jennie swiped to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as though speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile calm she had tried to build.

There was a pause on the other end, a crackling of static, and then a voice—low, familiar, and full of that dark intensity Jennie had once craved.

“Jennie.”

Her heart stopped. She knew that voice, even after all this time. It was unmistakable.

“Lisa…” Jennie whispered, her body going cold, the phone shaking in her hand. She had blocked her number, taken every step to protect herself, and yet here Lisa was, invading her life again, just as she had feared.

“You thought you could block me?” Lisa’s voice was soft, deceptively calm, but Jennie could hear the edge beneath it—the simmering anger, the possessiveness that had always been there. “You thought you could hide from me?”

Jennie’s breath caught in her throat, panic rising in her chest. She had wanted to believe that blocking Lisa would be enough, that it would give her the space she needed to heal. But deep down, she had always known that Lisa wouldn’t give up that easily.

“I told you,” Lisa continued, her voice dark and dangerous. “You belong to me, Jennie. You can’t escape me.”

Jennie closed her eyes, her heart racing as Lisa’s words cut through her like a blade. She had spent weeks trying to convince herself that she was free, that she had broken the chains that bound her to Lisa. But now, hearing Lisa’s voice, all of that resolve seemed to crumble.

“You need to stop this,” Jennie whispered, her voice trembling with fear. “We’re over, Lisa. I’m done.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Jennie held her breath, waiting for Lisa’s response. When Lisa finally spoke, her voice was low, filled with an unholy promise that sent a shiver down Jennie’s spine.

“You think you can be done with me, Jennie? You think you can just walk away?” Lisa’s voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a dangerous undercurrent to it. “You don’t understand. You and I are bound together. You’ll never be free.”

Jennie’s chest tightened, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Lisa’s words echoed in her mind. She had thought leaving would be the hardest part, but now she realized that walking away was only the beginning. Lisa wasn’t just a part of her past—she was a part of Jennie’s very being, woven into every corner of her mind.

“I don’t need you anymore,” Jennie said, though her voice lacked the strength she had hoped for. She wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that she could move on without Lisa. But the doubt was still there, gnawing at her resolve.

Lisa’s laughter came through the phone, soft and chilling, sending a cold shiver down Jennie’s spine. “You’ll always need me,” Lisa whispered. “And you’ll come back to me. You know you will.”

Jennie’s throat tightened, her body trembling as she gripped the phone, her mind spinning. She wanted to scream, to tell Lisa that she was wrong, that she would never go back. But the words wouldn’t come. The fear—*and the desire*—still lingered, just as strong as ever.

“I’ll be waiting,” Lisa said, her voice low and seductive, a promise wrapped in darkness. “You’ll come back to me, Jennie. You always do.”

And with that, the line went dead.

Jennie stared at the phone in her hand, her mind reeling from the conversation. She had spent so long trying to convince herself that she could escape, that she could break free from the pull of Lisa’s love. But now, standing on the edge of her bed, her body trembling with fear and uncertainty, Jennie wasn’t sure anymore.

Could she really break free?

Or was she still trapped, bound to Lisa by the unholy connection that had consumed her from the start?

Jennie didn’t know the answer. And that terrified her more than anything.

She sank onto the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands as the weight of Lisa’s words pressed down on her, suffocating and relentless. No matter how far Jennie ran, no matter how hard she tried to break free, Lisa’s shadow still followed her.

And deep down, Jennie knew Lisa was right.

She wasn’t free.

Not yet.

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