Bound By Obsession

Chapter 5

I woke up with a throbbing headache, my vision slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room around me. I tried to move, but my hands were painfully restrained behind me, the rough edge of a cold metal pipe pressing into my back.

The harsh clink of metal echoed nearby, a sound of a blade scraping against a sharpening stone. I squinted, my eyes finally landing on a figure just a few feet away.

Tyler.

He was hunched over, carefully honing the edge of a machete. The sharpness of the blade glinted as he worked, his attention fixed on every stroke, preparing for something... final.

"You're awake," he muttered without looking up, his voice a low that barely cut through the oppressive silence.

I forced a smirk, masking the growing panic in my chest.

"Hi, Tyler," I drawled, testing the cuffs around my wrists. They were tight, he'd made sure of that.

"So, you knew," he said, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine, his eyes dark and filled with an anger that seemed to radiate off him like heat.

"Yeah," I replied evenly, staring back at him. "All of it."

He let out a bitter laugh, gripping the machete harder.

"You stole my girl," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "And you had the nerve to sneak into my house."

I shrugged, leaning back against the pipe, trying to look unaffected even though my heart was hammering in my chest.

"Untie me," I said, my voice cold and commanding.

Tyler shook his head, stepping closer, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"No," he sneered. "I did everything, everything to have her, to make her mine. And you..." Нe jabbed the machete in my direction, his voice laced with a fury. "You ruined it."

He turned away briefly, letting out a humorless laugh before facing me again.

"You knew all along and still..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening. "You slept with her."

I couldn't help but chuckle, goading him. "Yes, Tyler, I fucked her. And guess what?" I leaned forward, locking eyes with him. "She likes it. She likes me."

The rage in his eyes intensified, he gritted his teeth. He raised the machete and swung it down.

I flinched, but he stopped just before hitting me, embedding the blade into the floor beside my leg, close enough to feel the rush of air.

"She's mine," he hissed, his voice shaking with barely contained anger. "Only mine!"

I arched an eyebrow, my voice laced with mockery. "We'll see about that."

He huffed, clenching his jaw.

"You're really testing my patience," he muttered, stepping back and running a hand through his hair, trying to keep himself from snapping.

"You just can't accept it, can you?" I taunted. "She will never be yours."

He glared at me, his eyes glinting dangerously.

"You stay here," he snarled, turning abruptly and slamming the door behind him as he left the room.

As the door clicked shut, I took a shaky breath, adrenaline surging through me.

I quickly glanced around the room, desperate for anything that could help me escape. But it was just an old, empty basement, nothing but dust.

"Damn it," I whispered under my breath, bracing myself against the pipe.