Chains of Obsession

24

Gonna make a little time skip, enjoy♡
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♡Emilia♡
●7 months later●

It has been the hell 7 months, I have given up on trying to kill Alexander.

But there is one guard who keeps flirting with me, at least tries. I think his name was Simon or something.

The guard, Simon, is leaning against the wall of my room, an annoyingly cocky smirk on his face. He's been flirting with me practically every chance he gets, and his persistence is getting on my nerves. But as usual, I stay stone-faced, refusing to give him any reaction.

"Come on, darling," he says, his voice annoyingly smooth. "Don't be like that. You can't resist me forever."

"Actually, it's pretty easy," I reply bluntly, my voice cold. "You're as charming as a pile of rocks and about as appealing."

Simon's smirk falters momentarily at my harsh words, but he quickly recovers, his expression turning more smug.

"Feisty as always," he comments, his eyes wandering over my body in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. "But you're just playing hard to get, I know it. I've seen the way you look at me. You're just as interested. You just don’t want to admit it."

I roll my eyes at his words. How delusional can a person be?

"You mean the looks of annoyance and disgust I give you?" I retort. "Yeah, that's not interest, sweetheart. That's revulsion."

Simon chuckles, clearly not dissuaded by my cold attitude. "You're cute when you're pretending to not like me," he says, taking a step closer to me.

My body tenses, ready to respond if he tries to touch me. The man has no boundaries.

"Look, mister. You better back off before I report you to Alexander." I told him firmly.

Simon pauses, a flicker of fear briefly crossing his face at the mention of Alexander's name.

"Relax, sweetheart," he says, trying to sound casual. "I'm just messing around. I know my place. I wouldn't want to piss off the boss."

"That's what I thought," I say, keeping my tone authoritative. "So I suggest you stop harassing me, or I'll make sure Alexander hears about it. Got it?"

Simon holds up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Okay, okay, I got it," he says, backing off. "No need to go running to the big boss on me. I just wanted to have some fun, that's all."

I let out a huff of disbelief. "Your idea of fun is annoying me and harassing me?" I say, my voice full of sarcasm. "You could try finding a new hobby, you know. Like juggling flaming chainsaws or something."

Simon lets out a bark of laughter at my comment, clearly amused. "You're something else, aren't you? I can see why the boss is so interested in you."

That catches my attention.

"What do you mean, 'interested'?" I ask, my voice suddenly sharp.

Simon grins, like he's suddenly got the upper hand in this conversation.

"Oh, you don't know?" He says, his tone mock surprised. "I thought you would've figured it out by now. Haven't you noticed how he's always watching you? How he goes out of his way to come see you, even when he's got more important things to do?"

My mind races at his words, processing this new information. Is it possible that Alexander has been keeping a closer eye on me than I thought? I have noticed his habit of suddenly appearing when I'm around, but I'd dismissed it as mere coincidence.

"No, I haven't," I say, trying to keep my voice neutral. "You're just making stuff up to get a reaction out of me."

"Am I?" Simon grins wider, enjoying the effect his words are having on me. "Come on, doll. You're smart. Do you really think the boss would allow a girl like you to walk around freely in his fortress if he wasn't interested in you?"

The thought does have some merit. I am technically a prisoner here, but I've been allowed to move around mostly unhindered. Not to mention, I have been provided with everything I need, decent food, and a luxurious bedroom. It's more than what most prisoners get.

"Even if he is interested," I say, my voice tight. "Why are you telling me this?"

Simon shrugs, the smirk on his face never wavering.

"Just thought you should know," he says, like he's doing me a favour. "I think it's kinda cute, actually. The boss has never shown any special interest in anyone before, and suddenly, he's all about this feisty girl who's trying to kill him. It's pretty entertaining, honestly."

I glare at him, my frustration mounting once again. He's enjoying this way too much.

"It's none of your business, creep," I say, my voice cold. "I don't care why the boss is interested in me. I'm just counting down the days until I can get out of here."

Simon laughs at my response, clearly amused by my hostility.

"God, you're sassy," he chuckles. "That's probably why the boss finds you so intriguing. You never back down, even when you're outmatched."

"I'm also about to punch you in the face if you keep talking," I snap, my hands clenching into fists.

I'm starting to lose my patience with this guy.

Simon holds his hands up in mock surrender, still chuckling. "Easy, tiger. I'm just messing with you. But you'll see, the boss always gets what he wants. And right now, I think he's got his sights set on you."

His eyes lingered on the wall, above me. I turned around, and I was shocked. There, on the ceiling, there was a small security camera.

I turn back to Simon, my expression a mix of shock and anger.

"You knew, didn't you?" I accuse my voice wavering slightly. "You knew this whole time that there's a security camera up there."

Simon grins, not even trying to deny it.

"Yep," he says, casual as ever. "That camera's been there since you got here. The boss has access to all of the surveillance feeds. He always knows exactly where you are, what you're doing, who you're talking to."

"Well, let's give him a little show, should we?" I said with a smile as I cracked my knuckles.

I smiled at Simon before my knee hit his nuts, and my fist met with his jaw, hitting hard, sending him sprawling to the carpet with a groan.

I stand over him, breathing heavily, a dark satisfaction pooling in my chest. After months of dealing with his harassment, it feels good to get a bit of revenge.

Simon grits his teeth, his hand clutching his crotch. He glares up at me, his eyes watering.

"You... you little...that hurt!" He mutters, his voice strained.

"Good," I say coldly, looking down at him with satisfaction.

I smile at him before walking out.